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"
You dragged me down."
Moran. Grinwald lay on her bed, her naked body glistening with
beads of sweat from what could barely be called "lovemaking.
" "Really, Paladin?" She turned her back to him.
He involuntarily recoiled, causing a slight upturn to her lips, though he didn't notice.
"That's strange. I don't remember binding you with chains and dragging you to my bed."
The Sapphire Witch's angle of turn allowed the moonlight streaming in through the window to illuminate her, outlining the contours of her naked body. The clear light bathed her, casting an almost 　　imperceptible silver glow
on her snow-white chest, which rose and fell with her breath . 　　 He felt his desire surge again. 　　 She deserved to go to hell. He deserved to go to hell too. 　　 "The chains you've placed upon me aren't tangible chains that can be severed by sword and fire, but rather 　　they bind me like a dragon." 　　 She slowly turned, looking at him mockingly. 　　 "So, have I successfully bound that dragon, Sir Paladin?" Eri leaned closer to him again, 　　the trembling of her breasts and hips enticing him, promising him more ecstasy. 　　 "Have I successfully tamed that powerful, beating heart, my knight?" she taunted 　　, challenged, tested him. "Can you say you no longer want that wonderful taste you once experienced 　　?" 　　 He felt breathless, his heart pounding as if it would burst from his chest. 　　 Indeed! He had tasted it, tasted her fiery kisses, tasted her yearning body. 　　 Indeed! That wasn't enough. 　　 She deserved to go to hell. He deserved to go to hell too. 　　 He could only shake his head desperately, trying to say "No more," but the action only conveyed "No, I can't 　　." 　　 "Eri," he said, tracing her name with his tongue, tasting it, bitter yet sweet, 　　"Is this your real name? Or just the name you chose to keep?" 　　 "My real name will never be known to anyone. 'Eri' is the name I've used since I was thirteen, so 　　yes, it is my name." 　　 "And your former name, the one your mother gave you?" A painful sadness flashed across her face, and 　　he swore he saw a glint in her emerald eyes. 　　 "I have no former, Paladin, only now. Don't ask anymore." 　　 Moran felt a brief, intense fear. He found it was either this fear or 　　the pain he saw in her eyes that excited him more. 　　 Eri's expression softened. She stood by the bed, seductively raising one leg, her knee resting on the bed. 　　Moran reached out and stroked the smooth, white skin of her inner thigh. 　　 A glance at the glistening dew that was gradually gathering between her legs was the final spark that ignited his raging lust 　　. 　　 He reached up and touched her petals, gently caressing them, marveling at the moisture flowing down his fingers 　　. 　　 She closed her eyes, moaning with the gentle sway of her hips… 　　 She leaned down to him, her lips meeting his. Her tongue thirstily explored, entwining with his, 　　teasingly wandering throughout his mouth. 　　 He could feel her body swaying with the movements of his hands, her soft breasts gently rubbing against 　　his firm chest. 　　 One of her hands moved to his chest, her nails lightly scraping against his strong muscles, while her other hand found 　　his penis, gliding over its entire length like a feather, pausing at the testicles, gently grasping them. 　　 Her breathing became heavy with his continued exploration of that moist place, and 　　after gently kneading the core of pleasure, he inserted his fingers into her body. 　　 She moved her hand to his hardness, teasingly gripping it suddenly, then quickly releasing it. She 　　stroked it from bottom to top with her fingers, her fingertips brushing the tip and returning to the base, repeating this cycle. 　　 She moved up and down in rhythm with him, exploring his growth as he explored her depths. 　　 She gripped him tighter, beginning to stroke him, causing him to groan softly. 　　 He ran his other hand through her chestnut hair, entwining it, and pulled her towards another kiss. Her joyful 　　sighs only fueled his passion. 　　 Releasing her hair, his fingers, hot and slick, slid down to her breasts, leaving a burning trail. He 　　grasped one of her peaks, his thumb encircling the pink bud at its peak, caressing the vibrant jewel in its center 　　. 　　 She let out a long, deep scream of pleasure, swaying her hips more violently to meet his fingers. 　　 His fingers traced a path from her breasts to her neck, and he felt her breathing quicken, her body trembling involuntarily 　　. 　　 Suddenly, she released him, placing her other hand on his chest, her nails digging into his skin, her hips 　　heaving in the throes of her climax. 　　 With her eyes tightly shut, she let out a short cry, rotating her hips, her hands clenching and unclenching repeatedly 　　, her nails scratching him, letting wave after wave of pleasure carry her to the ends of the earth. 　　 Finally, she straightened up, sitting back on her lap. Moran, mesmerized, watched her take his hand 　　and bring it to her lips, licking it dry. 　　 Her tongue traveled from his palm to each fingertip, sending electric waves of pleasure down his spine. 　　She slowly licked each finger, then put it in her mouth, before moving on to the next, gently sucking on it with lingering pleasure. 　　 Then she pulled his hand and straddled his chest. 　　 "Now it's your turn," she whispered. "Enjoy my delicious meal, knight."

Eric felt his hands grip her hips, pulling her towards him. As her glistening lips drew
closer, he inhaled the fragrance of his desire.
He took her into his mouth, intoxicated by the warm, moist sweetness. He teased her clitoris with his tongue,
thrusting it back and forth.
She gripped the headboard, her head spinning wildly, resisting the overwhelming pleasure,
biting her lips to stifle a cry.
Moran's tongue explored deeper, penetrating her forcefully.
Despite his efforts to capture every drop of her intoxicating juice, it overflowed, flowing down his cheeks
and chin, leaving trails that tickled him.
He placed that sensitive mound between his lips again, sucking on her, rotating her, gripping
the witch's hips even tighter, desperately closing the distance between them.
His tongue toyed with her, one moment a powerful thrust, the next a graceful dance,
swiftly bringing her back to the peak of pleasure.
Twisting her hips, feeling him explore her soft folds, Eri gave up resisting the pleasure, letting the climax
completely dominate her, letting the flames of her soul erupt in every part of her body.
Moran didn't stop; his tongue continued to dance, inflicting her with ecstatic torment.
With heavy breathing and flushed cheeks, she looked down at him, feeling the movement of his tongue,
reaching another climax, arching her back, waves of pleasure crashing against her remaining consciousness.
When all the waves of passion subsided, Eri grabbed his hands and pulled back. She pressed his hands
to either side of his head, her hips sliding over his abdomen, stopping between his legs.
The witch stared into his eyes, moving her hips back and forth along his hardness, rubbing her aroused clitoris against
his penis, then taking him into her body.
His head snapped back, his breath coming in short gasps. He had never felt such heat as hers.
She slowly but powerfully pressed her body down, completely enveloping him, holding him within her.
Then, she released his hands, pressing them against his chest, beginning a swaying dance of her hips, sometimes
sliding upwards, threatening to leave, then swallowing him whole again.
Eri's nails etched deep, dark red marks into his flesh, a fusion of pain and pleasure into a carnal
frenzy.
Moran grasped her breasts, gently squeezing them, then ran his fingers over her nipples, down to her
beautifully curved neck.
One hand encircled the back of her neck, weaving through her silky hair, the other caressing her cheek.
She thrust downwards, feeling him within her.
Moran arched his back to meet her, sending a shiver through her entire body.
She put his finger in her mouth, sucking on it, playing with it with her tongue, just as he had played with
hers earlier.
Eric felt her orgasm building; each deep downward thrust brought her closer
.
His breathing also quickened, his hips rising to meet hers, her hot, wet thrusts growing faster.
"Tell me you love me, Paladin," she whispered.
In this frenzied passion, she didn't know if he heard her, so she lowered herself completely and stopped.
"Tell me you love me."
"No," he couldn't utter the word, though his will urged him so strongly.
She deserved to go to hell. He deserved to go to hell too.
Eric slowly lifted herself up, almost letting him slip out of her. She was almost unable to resist her desire
.
"Can your goddess bestow such favor upon you?" she gasped. "Can you find in her
the kind of bliss we shared tonight?"
Gods, it was indeed unbearable.
She began to move rapidly, her moans almost drowning out his.
He shook his head violently, though the movement was actually so subtle as to be barely perceptible, trying to deny it.
But she read his thoughts in his flushed face and unwilling eyes, and brought her lips close to his.
"She can't. I can see it in your eyes, I can feel it in every thrust."
She drew his attention with her gaze and the impact of her body, a hand stealthily and swiftly slipping under the mattress.
"Speak to me of your lover, my paladin." She leaned forward further, resting her head
on his shoulder, which slowed the pace of their movements, but did not change it.
She kissed the contours of his shoulder blade, tasting the beads of sweat that had gathered there.
Her hips moved faster—though it made little difference, she was already so close.
He throbbed within her.
She found her target, gently removing the dagger from its sheath; a blue light flashed across the runes on it. She held it
to his head; Moran was oblivious to the deadly blade so close at hand.
Eri lifted herself slightly; it was too late. She couldn't stop herself from possessing him, from releasing their desires
.
She leaned close to his ear one last time.
"Say you love me."
She brought the dagger to her lips, letting her tongue glide over its blade, the searing pain mingling with the equally intense pleasure
, blood mingling with saliva. She felt the first wave of orgasm crashing against her soul.
"Say you love me!" she cried, the orgasm turning the cry into an almost scream.
He thrust his hardness into her again.
"I love you."
Eri kissed his lips; he only had time to glance at the blood on her lips before the fire of pleasure
engulfed both of them.
Her tongue writhed in his mouth, her hot, coppery-smelling blood, her sweet lips,
brought him to the edge of consciousness.
His world vanished; she had absorbed his body and soul deeply into herself, her soul enveloping
his, binding his soul.
She deserved to go to hell. He had already gone to hell.
[The End
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