Chapter 165: Chapter : 165 : His Dark Green Nightmare!

Aiden, his own body still buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure, turned his gaze to Arisha, her long crimson hair fanned out on the pillow, her heavy breasts rising and falling beneath the thin sheet.

He knew she was awake, her shy nature making her feign sleep, but her body language betrayed her.

A faint blush crept across her deep green skin, and her crimson hair seemed to shimmer with anticipation.

“Arisha,” Aiden whispered, his voice a low, intimate rumble that brushed against her ear, sending a shiver through her. “Your turn now.”

Her eyes, a striking crimson, fluttered open, wide and startled, meeting his.

A deep, immediate blush bloomed across her green cheeks, making her look like a ripe apple. She swallowed, her throat bobbing.

“S-Sir Aiden,” She stammered, her voice a breathy whisper, her body tensing beneath the sheet.

Aiden chuckled, a soft, knowing sound. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss.

Her lips were soft, yielding, tasting faintly of mint and unspoken longing.

His tongue, warm and insistent, traced the delicate curve of her upper lip, then sought entry, plunging inside, exploring the slick warmth of her mouth.

He felt her sigh, a soft surrender, as her arms, almost involuntarily, came up to encircle his neck, pulling him closer.

As their kiss deepened, Aiden’s hand, large and warm, found the delicate silk of her nightgown.

With a practiced ease, he began to pull the fabric up, stripping it from her body.

The gown rustled softly as it slid over her head, revealing the magnificent expanse of her deep green skin, her heavy breasts straining against the lace of her bra, her wide, child-bearing hips encased in delicate panties.

The garment pooled around her waist, leaving her gloriously exposed from the waist up.

He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to gaze at her, his eyes, dark with desire, sweeping over her flushed face, down to her heaving chest.

“Where do you want me, Arisha?” he murmured, his voice a low growl, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw.

Her blush deepened, spreading down her neck and across her chest.

She averted her gaze, her crimson hair a vibrant curtain against the white pillow.

“S-Sir… don’t… don’t ask me that,” She whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with a shyness that was both endearing and frustrating. “I… I don’t know…”

Aiden smirked, a wicked glint in his blue eyes. “You don’t know?” He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “Or you’re too shy to say?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. His fingers, deft and unhurried, found the front clasp of her bra.

With a soft click, the lace parted, freeing her magnificent breasts. They spilled forth, heavy and full, their dark nipples already erect, beckoning.

Across the bed, in the far corner, Xylendra stirred.

“Mmmph… Va-Chan…” Xylendra moaned, her body arching into her sister’s. Their breasts, massive and heavy, jiggled and bounced with each rhythmic rub, their nipples, hard and erect, brushing against each other, sending electric jolts through their bodies.

The soft squelching sound of their pussies rubbing together, wet and slick, filled the quiet corner of the bed, a counterpoint to Arisha’s rising moans.

Aiden, meanwhile, leaned down, his mouth closing over one of Arisha’s nipples.

He suckled hard, a deep, wet sound filling the air, his tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive peak.

Arisha gasped, her body arching off the bed, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Ah… S-Sir… oh, Sprits…” She whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, a mixture of pleasure and overwhelming shyness.

Her pussy, hidden beneath her panties, began to throb, leaking juices with an almost desperate urgency.

He continued to suck, drawing the nipple deep into his mouth, making it swell and harden further.

His other hand found her free breast, squeezing and kneading the heavy globe, his thumb and forefinger pinching and twisting the other nipple, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through her.

“Ahnn… ohhh… Sir… too much… please…” She pleaded, her hips beginning a restless grind against the mattress.

The nipple in his mouth became incredibly sensitive, throbbing, darkening to a deep red.

He suckled until she whimpered, a fragile sound of pure sensation.

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting them, and moved to her other breast, his mouth closing over the now-erect nipple.

He suckled and nibbled, his teeth gently raking, while his free hand went back to the first nipple, now slick with his saliva, pinching and rolling it between his fingers.

Arisha’s eyes rolled back in her head, a long, drawn-out moan escaping her lips.

“S-Sir… I… I can’t…” She gasped, her body trembling violently.

“Still don’t know where you want me, Arisha?” Aiden murmured, his voice thick with desire, his lips still teasing her nipple.

Her eyes, still half-lidded, met his. A new resolve, born of overwhelming pleasure, flickered within them.

“I… I want you inside me, Sir,” she breathed, her voice surprisingly firm, though still laced with a desperate shyness. “Please… I want you inside me.”

Aiden smirked, a triumphant glint in his eyes. “Good girl.”

He continued to suckle, drawing out her pleasure, making her whimper and writhe beneath him, punishing her for her earlier shyness, savoring her raw, uninhibited responses.

He suckled until her nipples were swollen, glistening, and exquisitely sensitive.

Finally, he broke away, kissing her lips, his tongue plunging deep inside her mouth, tasting her sweet, milky essence.

He deepened the kiss, then slowly trailed his lips down her jaw, along her throat, to the soft curve of her shoulder, leaving a trail of warmth and tingling skin.

His lips reached her navel, his tongue flicking into the tiny indentation. Arisha gasped, her body arching, a new wave of sensation washing over her.

He licked and sucked, then gently penetrated her navel with the tip of his tongue, making her squirm and moan.

“Ohhh… Sir… that feels… so strange… and good…” She whispered, her hands tangling in his white hair, pulling him closer.

He continued his descent, his breath fanning across the delicate lace of her panties.

He sniffed, inhaling her scent, a musky sweetness that drove him wild. Arisha stiffened, her blush deepening, her hands flying to cover herself.

“S-Sir… don’t… don’t smell me… please…” she pleaded, her voice choked with embarrassment.

Aiden chuckled, a low, teasing sound. “Why not, Arisha? You smell divine.”

He ignored her protests, pressing his mouth against the wet fabric, licking the dampness through her panties.

Arisha cried out, her hips jerking upwards, tears of pure pleasure welling in her eyes.

He pushed his tongue into the wet spot, penetrating the fabric, making her moan, a deep, guttural sound that surprised even herself. “Oh, Sprits… Sir… please… more…”

Aiden smirked. “More, you say?” He pulled her legs apart, taking full advantage of her incredible flexibility.

Her knees pushed back, almost touching the bed beside her head, opening her wide, exposing her completely.

Arisha yelped, biting her finger, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and intense pleasure.

“S-Sir… too much… it’s too… open…” she whimpered, her face a fiery red.

“And you look absolutely delicious like this, Arisha,” Aiden murmured, his eyes devouring her, taking in every curve, every shadow. “I love that look on your face.”

He pulled her panties aside, just enough to expose her glistening clitoris.

He licked, his tongue flicking out, tasting her, a rich, musky sweetness.

Arisha moaned, her hips beginning to undulate, a primal rhythm taking hold.

He pushed his tongue deeper, penetrating her with his tongue, circling her clit, then flicking it rapidly.

Arisha’s moans became unrestrained, loud and desperate, her body convulsing with rising pleasure.

He pulled her panties down, stripping them from her body, then tossing them aside.

She lay gloriously naked, her deep green skin glowing, her long, muscular legs spread wide, her pussy, wet and swollen, beckoning.

Aiden positioned his thick, throbbing cock at the entrance of her pussy, the head brushing against her wet folds. He pushed, slowly, deliberately, feeling her tight walls stretching around him.

“Ahhhh,” She cried out, her back arching, her nails digging into the sheets.

He pushed deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until suddenly, he pushed all,thr way in. The head pressing against her cervix.

“Oh sprits… it’s so big… so full…” She gasped, her body trembling around him.

She felt him filling her completely, a deep, primal throb that sent shivers of pleasure through her.

Aiden chuckled, a low, teasing sound. “You thought I’d go slow, didn’t you? But I went all the way in. Just like that.”

Arisha huffed, breathing heavily, her body still adjusting to his invasion. Her eyes, wide and glazed with pleasure, met his.

“K-Kiss me, Sir,” she pleaded, her voice raw with passion.

Aiden smirked, leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

His tongue plunged inside, plundering her mouth as he began to move, a slow, deep thrust, pulling out almost completely, then plunging back in, feeling the delicious friction of her wet pussy against his cock.

Her moans grew louder, more frantic, her hips meeting his thrusts, a primal rhythm taking over.

He fucked her harder, mercilessly, his hips slamming into hers with a relentless force.

“Ahhh! Sir! Too much! S-Slow down! Be gentle!” She pleaded, her words fragmented, lost in a haze of sensation.

Aiden ignored her pleas, increasing his pace, his thrusts growing harder, faster, deeper.

Her breasts, heavy and full, bounced with every movement, her crimson hair a wild cascade around them.

He heard the wet shlicking sound of their bodies connecting, the soft thwack of his balls slapping against her ass.

Her cries filled the room, a symphony of pleasure.

His hands found her breasts, squeezing and kneading the heavy globes, his thumb and forefinger pinching and twisting her nipples, eliciting sharp gasps and continuous moans from her.

He suckled one nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, while his other hand continued its assault on her other breast.

“Ohh… Sir… ahhh… it’s too much… I can’t… oh, Sprits…” She moaned, her body a trembling mess beneath him.

Aiden, taking full advantage of her flexibility, pulled her legs apart, then pushed them over her shoulders.

Arisha yelped, her body arching, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him, drawing him deeper into her.

He fucked her relentlessly, mercilessly, his hips pumping, his cock slamming into her, until a powerful wave of pleasure crashed over him, and he exploded, a hot, thick gush of cum filling her to the brim, spilling into her, a primal offering.

Arisha cried out, her voice raw with ecstasy, her body convulsing around his cock, her climax a shattering explosion of pleasure.

He pulled out, his cock slick with her cum and his own seed.

He gently rolled her onto her side, his breath still ragged, his body spent.

“Arisha,” He murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. “Now, for some more fun. Come, do sixty-nine with me.”

Arisha, still panting, looked at him with wide, glazed eyes. “S-Sixty-nine, Sir?”

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END OF Chapter : 165 : HIS DARK GREEN NIGHTMARE!

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