Then, bold and completely unashamed, Sol lifted one of her arms.

He raised it high above her head, exposing the smooth, delicate hollow of her armpit. The skin there was pale, sensitive, and slightly damp with sweat. The raw, intimate scent of her... musky, feminine, mixed with clean sweat and the faint herbal incense... hit him full force.

Zephyra’s silver-white eyes widened in hazy, surprised arousal. "What are you—?"

She didn’t get to finish.

Sol buried his face there without a moment’s hesitation. He inhaled deeply, taking in her raw scent like it was the most addictive thing he had ever smelled.

Then he dragged his tongue in one slow, broad stroke across the sensitive skin. The taste was slightly salty, warm, and intensely personal. He sucked lightly at the delicate flesh, lips pulling gently, then nibbled with careful teeth while his hot breath ghosted over the wet skin.

Zephyra squirmed hard beneath him, a breathless giggle escaping her lips before it melted into a deep, shuddering moan. "Sol... that’s—oh Goddess, that’s filthy..." Her voice was thick with embarrassment and undeniable arousal. She should have felt shame.

She was the High Shaman... revered, untouchable. Yet here she was, letting this young warrior lick and suck at such an intimate, rarely touched place... and her body was responding with violent shudders of pleasure.

Despite her wordy protest, instead of pushing him away, her free hand flew to his hair, fingers tangling tightly in the strands. She held him there, pressing his face deeper into her armpit as another moan tore from her throat. Her hips rolled restlessly, her soaked pussy clenching and dripping even more.

Sol grinned against her skin, the curve of his lips evident even as he continued his worship. He switched to the other armpit, giving it the same slow, thorough treatment... licking, sucking, nibbling, breathing hotly over the sensitive area until she was trembling uncontrollably.

"You are mine today," he murmured against her damp skin, voice low and dark with possessive hunger. "Every inch. Every secret place. I’m not skipping any part of you, High Shaman. Not today. Not ever."

Zephyra’s only response was a wrecked, needy whimper, her body arching beautifully beneath his relentless mouth as the silver power continued to turn every filthy, intimate touch into pure, overwhelming ecstasy.

He repeated the treatment on the other armpit with the same devoted hunger.

Sol lifted her second arm high, exposing the smooth, sensitive hollow. He buried his face there without pause, inhaling deeply once more... drawing in that raw, intimate musk mixed with fresh sweat and the faint herbal trace of the ritual incense. His tongue dragged slowly across the delicate skin in long, wet strokes, savoring the slightly salty taste that was uniquely hers.

He sucked gently at first, lips pulling the tender flesh into his mouth, then nibbled with careful teeth while his hot breath ghosted over the wet patch he left behind. Zephyra shuddered violently beneath him, her free hand tightening in his hair as broken little whimpers and breathless giggles spilled from her lips, quickly dissolving into deep, throaty moans.

Only when both armpits were glistening with his saliva and marked with faint red traces from his sucking did Sol finally move lower.

He kissed his way down her body with deliberate slowness, lips and tongue painting a wet trail over her ribs and onto the soft, toned plane of her stomach.

The cyan tattoos pulsed brighter under his mouth as he reached her navel. He dipped his tongue inside the shallow indent, swirling it slowly, then sealed his lips around it and sucked greedily.

The sweat that had pooled there during the intense ritual and their heated encounter tasted the same warm, salty, and earthy. He hummed in satisfaction at the flavor, the vibration traveling straight through her belly and making her abdominal muscles flutter.

By the time he reached her thighs, Zephyra was a complete writhing mess.

Her mature body twisted and arched on the woven mat, skin flushed deep pink, chest heaving with ragged breaths. Her long silver hair was a tangled halo around her head, damp strands sticking to her sweat-slicked cheeks and neck.

The silver Free Use power still thrummed in her veins, turning every kiss, every lick into an overwhelming wave of sensation. Her heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly, nipples shiny and swollen from his earlier feasting.

Between her legs, her pussy was visibly dripping... slick folds glistening, a thin trail of arousal running down to soak the mat beneath her.

Sol gripped her strong thighs with both large, calloused hands and spread them wide apart, opening her completely to his hungry gaze. He settled between them on his knees, his thick, heavy cock resting like a brand against the soft inner flesh of her left thigh.

The swollen head leaked steady beads of pre-cum onto her pale skin, the warm fluid mixing with her own sweat.

He started with slow, open-mouthed kisses along her inner thighs... worshipful and teasing at the same time. His lips sucked gently at the sensitive skin, pulling it into his mouth and leaving faint red marks that would darken in a few hours.

He dragged his tongue in lazy patterns, tasting more of her clean sweat, occasionally grazing his teeth just enough to make her jolt. Higher and higher he moved, getting agonizingly close to where she needed him most, only to pull back at the last second.

He dragged his tongue slowly along the crease where thigh met pussy... a hot, wet stripe that came dangerously close to her swollen folds but never quite touched them. He repeated the motion on the other side, breathing hotly against her dripping core, letting her feel the promise of his mouth without giving it to her.

Zephyra’s hips bucked desperately, chasing his tongue. "Please... Sol, don’t tease anymore," she gasped, voice wrecked and trembling with need. "I need— I need you there. Please—"

Her plea was cut off sharply as Sol suddenly surged upward.