Enjoy(warning: erotic)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Hazel’s POV




He murmured, not waiting for my response, grabbed a pastry from the plate and smeared it over my wet opening. He then used his fingers to push the sweet treat inside, watching as my flesh swallowed it up like a little mouth eating something, while my flower nectar flowed out in a steady stream, stimulating him with the lascivious image.

"No..." The sticky and wet sensation made me embarrassed and awkward, and his gaze was fixed on my most private part, his hot eyes making me feel a tingle all over my body as my flower lips moved faster.

"So much water, it seems this little mouth here is quite greedy, eating so lewdly." His voice was hoarse, and Riven was captivated by the enchanting scene.

Unable to resist, he stuck out his tongue and licked the pastry mixed with flower nectar before covering my flower hole with his mouth and sucking hard.

As he licked the pastry, his tongue also pushed against my opening, pressing against the baked goods inside and pushing them around in my flower tunnel.

"Don't..." I moaned softly, shaking my head as the pleasure spread through my body with each movement of his tongue.

My flower nectar flowed out continuously, and he drank it slowly, swallowing it all. The pastries inside my flower tunnel were pushed out by the liquid and swallowed by him too.

Looking up, he licked his lips, his chin covered in sparkling flower nectar.

"It's really delicious, you should try it." He covered my mouth with his thin lips and fed me my own sweet juice.

"Mmm..." I moaned softly, tasting my own arousal in his mouth, my face blushing with both shyness and excitement.

"More?" Licking his tongue, I begged him obscenely, my body already trained to be sensual and unable to be satisfied easily.

"What more do you want?" He grinned evilly, licking my pink flower hole with his finger and touching my beautiful private parts.

"Mmm..." Arching my lower body, I bit my lip and felt that it wasn't enough. "Harder."

My thighs wanted to move, but the thin rope was restraining me, causing me to protest with a low moan.

Hearing my protest, Riven smiled lowly and untied the rope binding my ankles, then bent my knees to reveal my soaked flower hole.

Underneath the shiny fine hair, the two pink petals slightly opened up, revealing the delicate and juicy stamen secreting nectar.

The red and swollen flower bud had already quietly emerged from the valley, shining like a pink pearl and tempting him.

The fragrant nectar flowed continuously from my peach blossom hole, overflowing to the back of my flower seam, spreading a thin layer of water and arousing aroma.

Feeling a rolling sensation in his throat, he first pressed his two fingers against the flower bud, then rotated them like drawing circles, varying the pressure on the bud.

"Ah..." The sensitive flower bud was pressed, and my body trembled slightly. As he increased the pressure with his fingers, my legs bent upward uncontrollably.

Riven lifted my snow-white thighs onto his shoulders, exposing my pink and juicy opening, which seemed to be anticipating something with its slow movements, greedily contracting and wriggling.

A trickle of clear water flowed down my thigh, spreading an indescribable sense of lust, deepening his gaze.

He parted my wet lips, inserted his fingers into my flower seam, and quickly thrust them inside my wet and tight passage, which clamped down tightly on his fingers.

"I couldn't help but moan," I said, my body tense and my tight flower walls contracting harder with excitement.

My flesh continued to cling tightly to his fingers, as if trying to squeeze them out. The intense pleasure made him sweat and dampen the clothes behind him.

Suppressing his desire, he thrust his fingers back and forth inside my wet opening. His thumb also pressed against the outside of my bud, stimulating my sensitivity.

"Oh, so good, more," I moaned lasciviously, shaking my snow-white hips uncontrollably in response to his finger thrusts.

Seeing my lustful state, Riven inserted another finger, using two fingers to pump in and out a few times, stirring up more of my fluids.

His thumb continued to massage my pearl in a rhythmic pattern, pressing down until it turned red, then inserting another finger.

"Ah," I winced, my tight opening stretched wide by the three fingers, causing a slight ache.

My flesh continued to suck and twist around his fingers, making a gurgling sound as he pumped in and out. The transparent fluid made my flower mound wet.

The sweet nectar emitted a strong fragrance, flowing through my flower seam as he moved his fingers in and out, causing my pink flesh to become more vibrant.

As he continued to thrust his fingers, my snow-white hips writhed in pleasure, the pain replaced by a tingling sensation. I let out frequent moans from my small mouth, soft and seductive.

Watching my pink flesh pulsate with his finger thrusts and feeling tempted by my fluids, he couldn't resist withdrawing his fingers.

"No!" I protested as he removed his fingers, twisting my hips and craving for him to enter me.

Unable to resist, he lifted my round white hips, and moved his tongue towards my flower seam. His mouth covered my moist peach blossom hole, his tongue teasingly licking the meaty folds to stimulate my opening.

"Ah," the hot and moist tickling sensation made me shiver lightly. He exhaled hot breath onto my sensitive petals, causing more arousal fluids to flow out.

He gripped one buttock in each hand, squeezing them together and pushing them towards my flower seam. His nimble tongue continued to tease my tiny opening, alternating between sucking on the pink clitoris, gently licking and even inserting the tongue into my flower tunnel.

"Oh, it feels so good," I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. My flower walls tightened at an increasing frequency and pace, indicating that I was nearing climax.

Knowing I was about to reach orgasm, he increased his tongue movements in my flower seam, while his fingers rubbed against my delicate flesh.

"No," I cried out, my body tensed up. In a frenzy of pleasure, my body became a beautiful scarlet. With a final cry, a surge of abundant liquid flowed out from within me, accompanied by a sweet and sticky aroma.