CHAPTER 73: MOVING WITH EXPERIENCE

Far from the war-torn borders, in the colder northern reaches of Velmora, Aric’s body strained against the ground. His palms pressed firmly to the stone floor, arms pumping rhythmically as his chest rose and fell.

"Five hundred and one... five hundred and two..."

Sweat rolled from his forehead, dripping onto the floor in steady drops. His breathing was heavy, but his movements never faltered. His back muscles tightened with each push, veins pressing against skin that was bronzed and stretched over raw strength.

When he finally reached a thousand, his elbows locked, and he pushed himself to his feet, his breaths ragged but steady.

Aric stood tall. His body was sharp and disciplined, sculpted like a statue. His shoulders were broad, his chest solid, his abdomen cut into hard lines that led downward in the deep groove of a V-shape. Below, his manhood hung heavily, relaxed yet commanding, impossible to ignore—just as large and intimidating as the rest of him.

He walked toward the wide glass window of his chamber. Completely unclothed, he did not attempt to cover himself. The cold air brushed over his skin, but he remained still.

Outside, the northern plains stretched endlessly beneath a pale sky. Aric stood there naked, framed by the glass, a figure of raw power staring into the distance.

Just then, the heavy wooden door creaked open. Darcy gasped as she opened the door to Aric’s chamber, her eyes widening at the sight of his bare, muscular form.

The candlelight flickered across his chiseled abs and broad shoulders, casting shadows that danced over his manhood. He was already aroused, his cock standing at attention as if it knew she would come.

"Don’t cover them, Darcy," he said with a smirk, his deep voice rumbling through the room. "You know what you’re here for."

Darcy felt a blush creep up her cheeks, but she lowered her hand and allowed herself to drink him in.

Slowly, she stepped into the room, her eyes locked on his cock as it bobbed slightly with each step she took. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of sex and candle wax mingling in the stillness.

"Come," Aric beckoned, his hand outstretched. "I’ve been waiting for you."

Darcy approached him, her heart racing. She knew what was expected, what they both craved. They had been through this dance many times before, each encounter more passionate than the last.

Aric’s strong hands reached out to her, cupping her breasts gently before giving them a firm squeeze.

She moaned "aaa aa" , her nipples already hardening under his touch.

He leaned in, taking one in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as he massaged the other. Darcy’s knees went weak as pleasure shot through her.

He stepped back, his hands guiding hers to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around him, feeling the heat and velvety softness of his skin.

She began to stroke him, her movements tentative at first, but gaining confidence as he groaned with pleasure.

Aric’s eyes darkened with desire as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip. She could feel his cock pulse in her hand as she sucked and licked, her saliva coating him. He was so big, filling her mouth completely, and she reveled in the feeling of his power and need.

His hands found their way into her hair, gripping tightly as he began to thrust, guiding her movements. Darcy took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. She could feel the veins bulging along his length, the precum leaking out and mixing with her saliva.

But Aric was a man of patience and strategy. He knew when to withdraw, and when Darcy was about to climax from his cock teasing, he pulled her to her feet and pushed her onto the bed.

Her breasts bounced as she landed, the soft flesh jiggling enticingly. He was on her in an instant, his mouth finding her neck, kissing and nipping as he made his way down her body.

He took one of her nipples between his teeth, biting gently before flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak.

Darcy arched her back, her eyes rolling back in her head. She felt his hand slip between her legs, finding her wet and ready. He teased her clit with his thumb before sliding a finger into her pussy, his other hand playing with her breasts.

"Aric," she moaned, her voice a desperate whine. "Please, I need you."

He chuckled, the sound dark and seductive. "Patience, my love."

Withdrawing his hand, he hovered over her, his cock poised at her entrance. He watched her face, savoring the moment before he pushed into her. Darcy gasped as he filled her completely, stretching her in the most delicious way.

They moved together, their bodies a tapestry of passion and need. His cock slid in and out of her, the wet sounds of their coupling echoing through the chamber. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deeper, her pussy clenching around him.

Aric’s muscles rippled with each thrust, his powerful body moving in a rhythm that spoke of his experience .