The fabric parted under his deft fingers, exposing her neckline. His thumbs grazed the soft swells of her breasts, tracing the edges of as if mapping the contours of a treasured artifact. The anticipation grew, a thrumming bass note beneath the symphony of their breaths. Erza's skin was alight with the echo of his touch, every nerve ending a live wire, and she bit her lip to hold back a moan.
He bent his head, and his mouth found her exposed skin, kissing a trail from her collarbone to the sensitive peaks of her breasts. She felt his breath, warm and moist, and the brush of his nose before his lips closed over one tight bud. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate tug of pleasure that made her back arch involuntarily.
He was thorough, his tongue swirling around her nipple before gently biting it. Erza's breath hitched, a sound lost in the vast silence of the shadowed space. The blindfold grew warmer, the silver runes pulsing faster, as though the fabric itself was alive.
The sensation was overwhelming—each suckle and nip a reminder of the fiery passion that had once burned between them. Her body responded eagerly, her breasts swelling under his touch, begging for more. She felt his hand slide down her stomach, his fingers tracing the path to the juncture of her thighs.
The fabric of her pants grew damp as he found her, his thumb pressing lightly against her clit. Erza's hips jerked at the sudden contact, her eyes flying open for a moment to see the shadow of his hand moving over her.
His hand slipped inside her, his fingers delving into her warmth. She was wet and ready, her body remembering him even if her mind knew it was an illusion. Erza's head fell back, and she moaned, the sound swallowed by the darkness. The blindfold grew tighter, the runes hot against her skin, urging her to submit to the sensations that crashed through her like a storm.
Jellal's ghostly touch grew more insistent, his fingers moving with a skill that was both familiar and eerie. He circled her clit, teasing and retreating, building a crescendo of pleasure that had her writhing in the chair.
With a strong grip he grabs both of Erza's thighs and spreads it wide.
Her eyes fluttered shut again as he knelt before her, his shadowed form a stark contrast to the light that still bathed her in its gentle glow. She could feel the warmth of his breath, the brush of his hair against her skin, the heat of his desire. His mouth was a brand on her thighs, his kisses a promise of what was to come.
And then he tasted her.
''Mmmm... Ah"
The pressure of his mouth on her quivering folds was a symphony of sensation that made Erza moan. The reality of the moment was lost in the haze of desire, as his tongue danced with the tender precision of a maestro. He licked her, explored her, as though every crevice of her soul was laid bare for his exploration. Her body was a map he knew by heart, and every touch was a declaration of love etched into her skin.
Her hips rolled, seeking more of his mouth, and she felt the roughness of his tongue graze her sensitive skin. It was a stark reminder of the tangible, the real, amidst the shadowed fantasy. His tongue delved deep, stroking her with a fervor that made her toes curl. The room spun around her, the darkness swirling into a kaleidoscope of pleasure, each stroke of his tongue sending waves of heat crashing through her body.
"Hmm... more"
Her legs quivered, and she grabbed the arms of the chair, her knuckles turning white with the effort to hold on as he feasted on her. The tip of his tongue danced along her slit, teasing her entrance before retreating to flick against her clit. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that grew more intense with every passing second. Erza's breath came in ragged gasps, her body tightening around the memory of him, desperate to hold onto this stolen moment.
His hands slid up her thighs, spreads her wider as his tongue plunged deeper and deeper. She could feel the tension coiling in her belly, a tight knot that grew tauter with every stroke. The world outside the blindfold was forgotten—there was only the warmth of his mouth, the gentle scrape of his teeth.
Erza's moans grew louder, filling the shadowed space with a symphony of desire. Her body was a canvas of sensation, each touch a masterful stroke of color on the canvas of her soul. She arched her back, silently begging for more, her hips rising to meet his eager mouth. The chair creaked under her, the only sound in the quiet but for the soft, wet noises of his tongue.
As he felt her body tighten around him, his touch grew more urgent. He could feel her on the brink, and his movements grew more demanding, pushing her closer and closer to the precipice. The shadowy figure's hand found its way back up to her breast, squeezing gently as he continued his tongue's relentless assault on her pussy.
Erza's body is shaking with the force of the pleasure that was building within her. It was as though the very fabric of the universe had tuned itself to the rhythm of her need. Her orgasm approached like a freight train, rushing through the dark tunnels of her mind, leaving a trail of white-hot sparks in its wake.
His mouth never ceased its sweet torment, his tongue swirling around her clit, his teeth nipping at her folds, as if savoring every ounce of her desire. The sensations grew so intense, so all-consuming, that she felt as though she might shatter into a million pieces under the onslaught. Yet, she didn't want it to stop.
Her body was a tightly strung bow, the tension coiled and ready to snap. And when it did...
"Ahhmm..."
The world around her exploded in a supernova of pleasure. Erza's scream echoed through the shadowy chamber, a primal sound that seemed to shake the very air. Her orgasm was a tidal wave, crushing her in its intensity, a crescendo that left her trembling and gasping for breath.
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Hello, the full NSFW scene with Erza is already done in my p@treon.
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I'm still choosing for the next target vote