CHAPTER 115: DEVOURING...(1)(R18+)

Fiona choked softly, eyes watering as she took him deeper, the thick weight of him pressing past her lips.

Her throat tightened, but she didn’t stop—couldn’t. Her mouth was hot, wet, greedy, stretching around his length as he pulsed against her tongue.

Slippery sounds filled the room—raw, messy, needy—as her spit coated him, strings of it trailing down to her chin.

Her hands moved in tandem with her lips, fingers wrapping tightly around his slick shaft, stroking him in quick, hungry motions that matched the rhythm of her mouth.

Each push forward made her moan around him, the vibration of her throat sending shudders up his spine. The heat, the fullness, the overwhelming taste of him—it was too much. And not nearly enough.

As she moved between his legs, her lips wet and parted, she flicked her gaze up now and then—just a glance toward Ser Ira, their injured companion lying quietly nearby. The woman’s chest rose and fell in sleep. Safe. Unaware.

With that silent confirmation, she sank lower again, lips stretching around the thick heat of Steve’s cock.

She was devouring him—inch after pulsing inch—her mouth slick and eager, her throat tightening with every push forward. The deeper she took him, the more her lashes fluttered, eyes squeezing shut as her focus narrowed to nothing but the feel, the taste, the weight of him.

A soft, wet gag escaped her lips as she reached her limit, then slowly withdrew, a long string of saliva stretching from her tongue to the tip of his cock, glistening in the low light.

She paused, breath catching in her throat, her hand still wrapped firmly around his shaft.

Her grip was slick with spit, her strokes fast and tight, milking him with a practiced, hungry rhythm.

Then, with a shaky exhale and a flick of her tongue over her swollen lips, she dipped her head again—greedy, aching for the thick fullness of him to press against her tongue, to fill her throat, to make her lose herself in the sinful rhythm all over again.

She stroked him with purpose—slow, sensual, deliberate. Her hand moved in smooth, gliding strokes, every inch of his cock coated in her thick, glistening saliva.

But this wasn’t a simple wetting. No. Fiona had drenched him with deep, messy hunger—her spit trailing in glossy strands from his shaft to her lips, pooling between her fingers as she pumped him.

Her strokes never faltered. Up and down, over and over, her hand worshipped him, squeezing just right, twisting subtly as she neared the tip. It slid like a dream—wet, hot, and impossibly smooth.

Her breathing quickened, chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself, but the taste, the smell, the sheer feel of him had her reeling.

’God, I’ve missed this taste.’ Fiona thought, drunk on him.

She leaned in again—not rushing, not speaking.

She extended her tongue and dragged it slowly along the base of his cock, licking him with the devotion of a woman starved. She licked his pulsating cock like it was her favorite candy—slow, savoring every ridge, every pulsing vein. When she reached the tip, she paused only a heartbeat... then opened her mouth and took his cock in again.

But this time, there was no gentle start.

She dove down with urgency, sucking him in hard and fast, her head bobbing as she pushed herself deeper.

Her tongue swirled wildly around his shaft, teasing the underside, circling the tip, drawing out every drop of tension from his body.

Her spit spilled from the corners of her mouth, coating his thick hard cock again as wet, hungry slurps echoed through the cave—filthy, desperate sounds that only made her go faster.

Her eyes clenched shut, overwhelmed by the sheer stretch of him filling her throat. She gagged softly, but didn’t stop—driven by the addictive pressure, the slick glide, the ache between her thighs.

’Oh my... oh my god.’ Steve thought, mind reeling.

’She’s devouring my entire cock.’

Her hands trembled as she held him deep, struggling against her own limits. Each breath was shallow, her throat tightening around him, but she didn’t pull back. She stayed—eyes shut, body shaking—until, at last, she slid off him in one slow, wet glide.

Her mouth released him with a gasp, cheeks flushed, breath ragged. Without hesitation, both hands wrapped around his slick length, stroking him with growing urgency. The heat between her legs pulsed in rhythm with her movements.

’Mmmmm ohh yess... this feels insane.’ she thought, lost in the way his dick twitched in her grip, the weight of him heavy in her hands.

Fiona’s hand moved with growing urgency, her grip slick with saliva, stroking him from base to tip in long, eager pulls. Each glide made him twitch, her palm twisting slightly at the top before descending again, her rhythm unrelenting.

Every few strokes, she leaned in—her tongue darting out to trace a slow, wet line along the underside of his shaft, lapping up the trail she’d left before.

The more she worked, the wetter it became—saliva dripping from her lips and clinging to his length like liquid silk.

She coated him thoroughly, as though needing every drop to keep up with the pace she was building. Then, her mouth lowered again, this time wrapping around the head of this dick, lips warm and pliant as she sucked—soft at first, then deeper, bolder.

He groaned, low and strained, as her mouth took him in, inch by inch, her throat tightening around him.

She was impossibly snug, the sensation overwhelming—her lips sealed tight, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge, drawing every nerve to the surface.

Her breasts bounced with each movement, tightly pressed beneath her clothes, but no less hypnotic—jostling gently in time with her strokes. She looked up at him, eyes heavy with desire, her mouth still working him as her hands pumped steadily at the base, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from him.

Her tongue played with the tip, circling, flicking, teasing, her mouth never leaving him as she drew closer and closer to the breaking point.

’Fuck... I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum.’ Steve thought, breath ragged, his body stiffening as the tension coiled tight inside him, ready to snap.