Just like what Riftan has said, Ruth introduced Silla to Medrick, the elder herbalist wizard of Anatol, leaving the couple in their bedroom. Riftan laid down next to Max, while the latter pushed her face on the crook of his neck, breathing heavily, he could feel her chest heave. She gripped on one side of his neck, stroking it lovingly with her thumb, moving down to his chest, rested one of his nub, squeezing his firm muscles. Riftan gasped at her provocative touches, her scent was a mixture of rose, sweat and body fluids from the previous night, it was invigorating, enticing his desires for her even more.
"Maxi... you must be hungry..." he whispered to her ear, grinning, that grin of his disappeared as the temptress beside him started biting his neck while flicking her tongue inside, he gulped. Riftan remained unmoved by her gestures, he was letting her do as she wishes, curious of her next move. Max sat up and pulled the hem of his tunic, pulling it over his head while the man laid there staring at her every movements, fiddling on her strands of hair.
Max straddled over Riftan's pelvis, she hovered over him while her small hands flutter over his torso and those well-defined muscles of his pelvis and abs. Riftan trembled beneath the small woman who is determined in taking the lead, not a single hint of embarrassment or second thoughts in her face and actions. He could feel himself hardening under his pants while Max knowingly grinding their nether regions as she ventures over his upper body.
He threw his head backwards, trying his best not to interrupt her with his multiplying urge to take over, it was a slow burn in his groin but his astonishment of this side of her that only shows when she really wants him. His excitement grew, his hands ached to touch her and his manhood roaring to get out of its confinement.
"Ahh... Fuck..." he muttered under his breathe.
Max felt the muscles where she sat stiffened, hardened, bulging beneath her cloth-stricken folds, she could tell how much it is heating up from her ministrations and only for her. Not wanting to disappoint her man, she crawled backwards, positioning herself between his thighs. These thighs have saved so many lives, hers, most of the time.
Her hands rekindled the heat emanating from his torso as she moved her hands come hither down to his waist band pulling it down, revealing that erected shaft of his.
He's gotten bigger again since last night. She swallowed her saliva, almost letting out a soft moan at the sight of this member.
"Mmm..." she groaned in excitement.
She swiftly pulled his pants and threw it on the side just like what he always does. She developed this need to trace the roughness of his skin with her small hands, circling and creating patterns on his inner thighs, fingers fluttering to his groin and around the dark bushes above his shaft's base. Such caresses from her never fail to earn her an erotic moan from Riftan. It was so satisfying, seeing him rub his hands on his face, pulling his own hair as the electrifying sensations spread across his body from his trembling legs. She grinned, mischievously.
Riftan's breathing increased and his eyes fluttered in anticipation, thrilled to what Max might do next to him. She's been very aggressive recently and it excites him so much he could hardly keep it in his pants, he planned to due to her morning sickness, he wanted her to rest more but her desires for him caused him to fail miserably – pleasurably.
"Y-You're teasing me so... much..."
Max fingers pressed on his thighs' muscles before moving to its desired destination. With great precision, she made sure her hands grazed the base of his shaft before cradling the pair of loose pouch-like beneath it.
"Ahh... Fuu-fuuuck... Maxi..."
Her hands explored the stiffness of his member, her hands could hardly contain his thickness, stroking it delicately, he jolted his hips when her thumb pressed onto the sensitive tip of his. She looked up to see his facial reactions.
