Chapter 86
His adam’s apple moved violently up and down, gulp, gulp, making greedy noises. Faced with a situation far more obscene than she had imagined, Leila shook her head while sucking in a breath, but Bjorn did not stop. In the end, Bjorn’s mouth continued until just before Leila convulsed and cried out.
“Ah, hngh, ah!”
Leila suffered a feverish climax. A high cry she could hardly believe came from her own throat escaped her lips. Her vision warped and blurred and the world drifted far away.
Panting in the afterglow of her climax, she hurriedly checked Bjorn, and the fluid that had flowed and splashed everywhere had soaked not only around his mouth but even the chest of his uniform.
He had not even finished yet, so it would not be death by exhaustion, then what should one call a death brought on by embarrassment?
“Y-Your clothes are all… you should take them off too…”
Bjorn silently looked down at the muttering Leila with a tearful face. She was the one who reached climax, yet he seemed to be the one lingering, his face full of reluctance as he continued to stroke the still twitching entrance. As if that were not enough, the sight of him licking the liquid from his lips and savoring the taste was slowly leaving the bounds of normal behavior.
“Bjorn…?”
Only at her call did he seem to come to his senses, sitting upright and finally beginning to remove his clothes one by one.
Even after far more embarrassing acts had already passed, the way Bjorn removed his clothes while meeting her gaze directly felt terribly obscene, and Leila covered her eyes again.
But as if he would not allow that, he restrained both her hands with one hand and began undoing the buttons for her to see.
“Please look, Leila. I have never allowed anyone, but I want you alone to see.”
Though he lacked confidence where it was truly needed, he seemed full of confidence about his body. And the body slowly revealed indeed possessed a physique worthy of display.
The body of the Chivalric Order’s most expensive and aloof paladin, which countless women of the capital longed to strip at least once, was offered before Leila like a tribute.
His tightly woven muscles were perfect, and his skin without a single wound was as clean as untouched snow. It was a body without even a scar, as if he had never been injured even on harsh battlefields.
Below the thick pectorals that had shown even through the uniform, deeply carved abdominal muscles were sculpted. From the powerful back muscles down to the hip bones below the waistband.
Noticing Leila’s unconsciously greedy gaze scanning his body, Bjorn finally began to lower his trousers.
“It seems… the reason I kept my body pure was for today.”
When he subtly emphasized his chastity and completely removed his trousers, Leila finally pulled her hand free and covered both eyes. Living almost like a nun with little interest in e****c matters, this stimulation was too much for her.
Leaving one of her hands covering her eyes, Bjorn took her other hand. Beginning with a kiss on the back of it, he bit her fingers and licked her palm before bringing it to his rigid arousal.
“……!”
Leila learned that touch could be even more vivid than sight. No, she learned all senses including hearing and smell could become pleasure. The heat and softness she felt at her fingertips made her feel strange. The wet sound it made invaded her ears.
Most of all, the size she felt in her hand was hard to believe, so Leila denied reality. She had no desire to confirm it with her eyes, now or ever.
With eyes tightly shut, Leila entrusted herself to Bjorn’s hand. He overlapped his hand over hers and moved it as if guiding her.
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