Ancestral Lineage - Chapter 462

Chapter 462: Christel (#r18)
In the dimly lit room, the air crackled with an electrifying tension. Ethan, his muscles rippling beneath his dark, smooth skin, stood poised and ready, his eyes locked on Christel. Her alluring figure, accentuated by her red hair cut short and those intimidating ram-like horns that contrasted starkly against her dark, flawless skin, stirred a hunger deep within him.

Ethan wasted no time, lunging forward to claim her in his arms. His fingers traced the curves of her body with a possessive need, as he leaned in to capture her lips in a passionate, searing kiss. His tongue explored her mouth with insistent strokes, igniting an inferno of desire within her. A low moan escaped her lips, her body already trembling with anticipation beneath his touch.

As their lips parted, Ethan moved his attention to her neck, nibbling and sucking on the delicate skin, leaving behind a trail of love bites. Christel gasped, her back arching into his touch. Her hands wandered over the broad expanse of his chest, her nails digging into his flesh as she tried to pull him closer. The raw intensity of their lust was palpable; the room was filled with the heavy scent of their arousal.

Breaking away from the kisses, Ethan swiftly picked Christel up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He pressed her against the cold wall, the contrast of temperatures sending a delicious chill down their spines. Without hesitation, he positioned his throbbing erection at her entrance. Their eyes met for a short while, a silent communication passing between them. It was a moment of mutual consent, a nod to the primal act they were about to indulge in.

With a swift, powerful thrust, Ethan buried himself deep inside Christel. Her walls clamped around him, a tight and warm embrace that threatened to drive him wild. He began to move, setting a relentless pace that had their bodies colliding with every thrust. Christel’s breasts bounced rhythmically, drawing Ethan’s gaze. He bent his head to take a hardened nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling around it, heightening their pleasure.

Each thrust was more intense than the last. Christel’s nails scratched along Ethan’s back, leaving red welts in their wake. She felt every inch of him, filling her completely. Their bodies moved in a perfect rhythm, a harmonious dance of raw lust and unbridled passion. Christel’s moans turned into loud cries as Ethan hit that sweet spot within her with every thrust.

Ethan’s thrusts became erratic as his climax approached. He could feel his control slipping, the pressure building at the base of his spine. With one final, powerful thrust, he spilled his seed inside her, triggering Christel’s own orgasm. Her body convulsed around him, milking him for every drop he had to give.

Collapsing against each other, their breaths mingling in the aftermath of their passionate encounter, they savored the lingering pulses of pleasure that rippled through their bodies. They remained there, against the wall, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts pounding in unison. The fiery intensity of their lovemaking had left them both breathless and yearning for more.

Recovering from their intense climax, Ethan and Christel stood panting, their bodies still pressed against each other. The lingering heat of their passion kept them close, their sweat-mingled bodies stuck together. As they regained their breath, their desires stirred once again, the raw intensity of their lust far from sated.

With a renewed hunger, Ethan slid his hands down to Christel’s hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. His gaze locked onto hers, a silent question in his eyes. Christel, with a sultry smile and a nod, gave him her consent. They were far from done, their bodies already reacting to the promise of more pleasure.

Turning her around, Ethan pressed her against the wall once again, but this time from behind. He bent his knees slightly to align himself with her entrance. With a firm grip on her hips, he guided himself inside her. Christel gasped at the sensation, her head falling back onto his shoulder. Her body was still sensitive from their previous encounter, and each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

As Ethan began to move, setting a slow and deliberate pace, Christel’s hands found the wall, using it for support. Her legs trembled beneath her, her body struggling to keep up with the rhythm he set. The feeling of him filling her, the way his length slid in and out of her, was intoxicating. Her moans echoed in the room, each one a testament to the pleasure he was giving her.

Ethan’s hands roamed her body, his fingers exploring every curve and contour. He slid a hand between her legs, his fingers finding her swollen clit. He began to rub it in time with his thrusts, pushing Christel closer to the edge. The dual sensation of his fingers on her clit and his length inside her was too much. She cried out, her body tensing as she climaxed for the second time that night.

Feeling her walls clench around him, Ethan quickened his pace. His own climax was near, and he wanted to savor every moment of it. With a few more thrusts, he came, spilling his seed inside her once again. As he did, he bit down on her shoulder, marking her as his. The pain mixed with the pleasure, heightening their shared climax.

As their bodies slowly came down from their high, Ethan and Christel remained connected, their breaths ragged and their bodies slick with sweat. They had given in to their primal desires, indulging in a night of raw, unbridled passion. Their bodies had spoken a language that transcended words, expressing a desire as old as time itself. And as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew that this was just the beginning of their steamy encounters.

Just from watching this, the rest knew that their turn would be just as intense.

“Guess who’s next…” Ethan said with a malicious smile as he left an exhausted Christel on the floor, love juices streaming from her cave.