Free Web NovelChapter 28: Penetration... Eventually
Ronan had sat up on the edge of the mattress, his back against the wall, with Sarael kneeling between his thighs.
Ronan had imagined a lot of things over the years.
Power.
Respect.
A guild that didn’t treat him like luggage with legs. But never in his life had he imagined a goddess going down on him in a dusty shack, looking up at him with heart-shaped pupils and an expression that was equal parts devotion and hunger.
She’d already finished twice just from his fingers, and now here she was, kneeling between his thighs like she was about to receive communion.
Her tongue dragged along the underside of his shaft with the kind of deliberate, worshipful slowness that made his fingers curl against the mattress. Her violet eyes never left his face, scanning for every twitch, every sharp inhale, every sign that she was doing it right. freewebnovёl.ƈom
She was definitely doing it right.
"Sarael—"
"Mm?"
She hummed around the head of his cock, and the vibration shot straight up his spine. His head fell back against the wall, a groan tearing out of his throat before he could stop it.
He felt her smile widen around him. Felt her lips slide further down his length, her tongue working the sensitive ridge beneath the glans in ways that probably defied human anatomy.
She was a goddess. She’d been alone for centuries. She’d had nothing to do but imagine this. And clearly, she’d imagined it a lot.
"You taste good~."
She murmured, pulling back just enough to speak, her breath hot against the saliva-slick skin of his erection.
"I didn’t know you’d taste this good."
She pressed a kiss to the head, slow and reverent, then another, trailing down the shaft.
"I want to memorize every part of you."
Another kiss, this time to the base.
"Every sound you make."
Another, pressed to the sensitive spot just beneath the head.
"Every way you move when I do this—"
She took him into her mouth again, deeper this time, and Ronan felt the head of his cock nudge the back of her throat. His hand flew to her hair on pure instinct.
His fingers tangled in those strands and held on for dear life. Sarael made a sound that was half-moan, half-whimper, and her shadows curled up around his legs like grateful cats.
She liked that. She definitely liked that.
Ronan looked down at her, his chest already heaving. The sight of her, violet hair spilling across his thighs, heart-shaped pupils blown wide, lips stretched around the shaft of his cock, was enough to make his hips buck involuntarily.
She took the thrust without complaint. Eagerly, even. Her hands pressed flat against his thighs, nails dimpling his skin, and she found a rhythm now, her mouth sliding up and down his length while her tongue worked the underside with every pass.
The room filled with wet sounds and Sarael’s muffled whimpers and Ronan’s increasingly ragged breathing.
"Getting close—" he managed.
She didn’t pull away. Her shadows tightened around his legs like restraints. She wanted this. Wanted to feel him release against her tongue and down her throat. Wanted to swallow and thank him for it.
That thought was what broke him.
His release hit like a wave, his cock pulsing against her tongue as he spilled into her mouth. A groan scraped his throat raw, his hand fisting in her hair.
Sarael stayed exactly where she was, her lips sealed around him, her throat working as she swallowed everything he gave her. Her eyes fluttered shut in what looked disturbingly close to bliss.
When she finally pulled back, a thin strand of saliva and semen connected her lower lip to the head of his cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then licked her fingers clean with the same casual grace she might use after a fancy dinner.
"Was that good?"
She asked, her voice slightly hoarse.
"Did I do well?"
Ronan stared at the ceiling, chest heaving, brain completely empty.
"...Yeah."
She beamed. Her shadows practically vibrated.
"I’m glad, but I’ll do even better next time. I’ve been imagining this for centuries, but the real thing is different. I may have some gaps in my knowledge. Your reactions, your sounds. I need to study them more."
"Study?"
"Mmhm."
She crawled up his body and settled against his chest, her head tucked under his chin, her legs tangling with his.
"So I can be the best wife possible."
Ronan let out a breath that was almost a laugh. His hand found her hair again, stroking absently, and she melted against him with a contented sigh.
[Affinity: 1.6% → 2.1%] freёwebnovel.com
[Intimacy Level: 2 → 3]
[Level Cap: 30 → 50]
’Didn’t even need penetration, and my intimacy and affinity got up...’
Ronan smiled. He preferred this pace; there was no reason to rush things. The goddess was already head over heels for him, so why jump straight to sex? This was a good introduction, and he’d definitely remember it next time he needed to calm down or take the edge off.
But right now, he needed a game plan. Surviving this world while being hunted down came first. Once that was handled, then maybe he could finally make love to Sarael properly, without stress holding him back.
"R-Ronan?"
Sarael squirmed as he left the bed, standing up and heading toward a flat wall. He used his nails and the golem’s strength to carve words into the surface.
SURVIVAL PLAN.
"You can rest for now. Let me handle the rest."
"B-But—"
Of course, that wouldn’t be enough to convince her. But Ronan already had something prepared.
"If you get proper rest, I’ll reward you..."
He hesitated for a moment, then continued.
"...with actual sex, once you’re at full energy."
It sounded weird saying it out loud, but for Sarael, what he’d just offered was the complete opposite of weird.
"R-Really!? Promise!?"
"Promise. Now go to bed. I’m not even sure gods need to sleep, but I do know you need some rest."
"O-Okay, Ronan... I promise."
