Agercia Series 1: Her Finest Betrayal

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⚠️WARNING! | Mature Content. Some scenes might not be appropriate for you so just skip them. I already gave you a warning so read at your own risk.

They are out of control when heat and emotion dominate. Zandro was on top of her and their kiss deepened. Ara is losing her sanity with every careful caress of Zandro. She felt very hot, especially as the first Archon's hand slowly crawled inside her shirt.

She bit his lip so hard that Zandro suddenly grabbed her chest and gently massaged it while he continued to kiss her. "Ahhh" she couldn't stop grunting.

Zandro's left hand crawled on her thigh as his lip went to Ara's neck. He sucked her skin which left a red trace, then the kiss slowly descended to her chest. Her breathing deepened as Zandro gradually lifted the hem of her shirt.

They suddenly stared at each other while both gasped for breath. "We shouldn't do this but-" Ara put her two palms on Zandro's chest afterward, pushing him slightly. When they both sat down, Zandro still couldn't take his seductive gaze away from Ara. "If you don't like this, I will stop my mania-" Zandro murmured.

Ara looked down at Zandro's white polo then started to remove the button. He greeted her with a passionate kiss while she continued to remove the remaining buttons.

Zandro immediately took off his white polo after Ara slowly lay down while the first Archon's kiss was getting aggressive. Ara gently rubbed her palm on Zandro's body, then hung it around his neck. She was drowning in lust and could no longer escape. "Ahh!" A growl came out of her mouth that she had been suppressing earlier when Zandro suddenly caressed her femininity.

She couldn't stop moaning and was drowning in the heat that Zandro was making her feel. That was the first time she had felt that and she seemed obsessed and addicted to the smell and caress of the first Archon.

Zandro slowly took off her blouse as well as the pants she was wearing until only undergarments were left. Zandro is fascinated by what he sees. He doesn't know that Ara's body is so attractive and perfect. He stared at the marks left by the stab wounds on Ara's body. He gently touched it, then looked at Ara. "What did you do when you weren't with me?"

"Fighting- f-fighting to live" Ara's weak response.

He saw the sadness in Ara's eyes, he couldn't help but feel bad for the heavy journey that Ara had gone through, and the thought she was fighting and facing the pain and grief alone just to stay alive and breathing broke his heart. "You don't have to fight alone, I'll be with you wherever you go, promise" he murmured then their lips prevailed again.

Zandro tried to lower her pants but she stopped him. "Why? " Zandro asked gently.

"I have a condition," Ara said. "If we do this I want the light to be turned off. I don't want you to see the marks of my wound."

"You are beautiful in any way. I don't care about any other scars on your body."

"Please, just turn off the light," Ara said again.

"Okay, as you wish", Zandro turned off the lamp and then resumed what they were doing.

Zandro gulped hard when Ara was not wearing anything. He is free to do what he wants, they are both drenched in lust and temptation, so there is no reason for them not to continue what they started.

They kiss deeply and fight their tongues while Zandro's hand massages the delicate part of Ara. "Ughh!" Ara sighed deeply as Zandro slightly inserted his finger into hers "F-f*ck!, that hurts even more than a bullet" she exclaimed, which made Zandro smile a little "Just relax yourself" Zandro said seductively.

Zandro gently inserted, then released his finger, in Ara's femininity. Ara's grip on Zandro's shoulder tightened even more because of the pain she felt, but as time went on, the pain also disappeared and was replaced by a strange sensation. Ara bit her lip and repeatedly squirmed every time Zandro inserted his finger again.