A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1512: Regret? Never

Archerʼs lips curved into a grin against her neck, his teeth grazing the skin lightly as he murmured. ʼʼYou started it, love.ʼʼ

His hands continued their slow dance, one hand lingering to tease her nipple while the other slid down to Ashokaʼs waist. One hand lower, rough fingers finding the hem of her skirt and shoving it up.

Moments later, his palm grazed the bare skin of her thigh, then higher, until he cupped her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her hiss. The Tiger womanʼs breath hitched, her body arching into his touch, and she let out a low moan. ʼʼʼMmmhhhhh~~.ʼʼ

ʼʼSuch a naughty woman, youʼre already soaked for me,ʼʼ he rasped, his fingers dipping between her thighs, brushing against wet panties.

He didnʼt bother pulling them off, but just shoved the fabric aside, his fingertips grazing her slick folds. She shuddered, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rocked against his hand, chasing the pressure.

ʼʼArch,ʼʼ she muttered, hips bucking as he teased her clit in a slow circle. ʼʼDonʼt tease me, husband.ʼʼ

Archer chuckled, dark and dirty, loving the way she unraveled under his touch. ʼʼTease? Nah, Iʼm just getting started.ʼʼ

His fingers plunged inside her, two at once, curling just right to make her cry out, her walls clenching tight around him. He pumped them slow, then fast, relishing the wet, obscene sounds filling the air as she writhed against him.

Ashokaʼs tail lashed wildly now, smacking his leg with every thrust of his fingers. Her head tipped back, lips parted, and she let out a string of moans, each one louder, filthier than the last.

ʼʼHarder,ʼʼ she demanded, her tone a lust-filled growl, her hands clawing at his shirt, tugging it up to rake her nails down his chest.

He obliged, his thumb grinding against Ashokaʼs clit while his fingers worked, her thighs trembled and her breath came in pants. ʼʼThatʼs it,ʼʼ he muttered. ʼʼCome for me, Ashoka. Let me feel that tight little pussy lose it.ʼʼ

The womanʼs laugh was breathless, wicked, her eyes glinting as she ground herself harder against his hand. ʼʼMake me,ʼʼ she shot back defiantly as she teetered on the edge.

Archerʼs grin widened at the challenge, his eyes darkening due to the hunger, matching her own. ʼʼOh, Iʼll make you,ʼʼ he growled.

His fingers drove deeper, three now, stretching her as he curled them against that sweet spot inside her. The slick heat of her pussy gripped him, her walls fluttering as he worked harder, his thumb against her clit, circling using just enough pressure to make her squirm.

ʼʼMmmmghhh~~ Shit, my pussy loves your fingers and thumb,ʼʼ she said after letting out an erotic moan.

Ashoka turned feral, her tail thrashing wildly, smacking against his thigh, matching the pulse of his fingers. Her hands yanked at his pants, fumbling, tugging his pants down just enough to free his cock.

It sprang out, hard and throbbing, and she wrapped her fingers around it, stroking him fiercely. ʼʼFuck, Arch,ʼʼ she purred.

Moments later, she pumped him in time with his thrusts, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip, smearing the bead of precum there. He hissed at her touch, his hips jerking into her hand, but he didnʼt let up.

His fingers plunged faster, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the air, obscene and intoxicating. ʼʼLook at you,ʼʼ he rasped, his free hand digging into her hip to anchor her as she bucked against him. ʼʼSo fucking wet, so needy, stroking me like you canʼt get enough.ʼʼ

His thumb pressed harder against her clit, flicking it in a way that made her gasp, her nails digging into his shoulders as her strokes on his cock grew erratic. ʼʼArch, you bastard,ʼʼ she panted.

Ashoka tightened her grip on his member, stroking faster as she matched his intensity. Her tail curled around his leg, possessive and wild, she rocked between his hand and her own, chasing release.

ʼʼDonʼt stop,ʼʼ she demanded, her eyes blazing with defiance and need. ʼʼOr Iʼll make you regret it.ʼʼ

He laughed, leaning in to nip at her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point. ʼʼRegret? Never.ʼʼ

Archerʼs fingers curled harder, his thumb on her clit until her moans turned into a broken cry. Her hand faltered but she kept stroking, her touch sloppy as her body tensed, pussy clenching tight around his fingers.

ʼʼCome for me, Tigress,ʼʼ he growled. ʼʼNow.ʼʼ

Ashokaʼs body trembled violently, her breath hitching as his fingers drove the beauty over the edge. His thrusts and the pressure of his thumb on her clit pushed her over, her pussy clenching tight around him. ʼʼAHHHHH!ʼʼ

With a scream, she came undone, her sweet love juices drenched his hand, and created a puddle below the duo. ʼʼI canʼt wait to fuck you,ʼʼ he said as he felt her love juices, his fingers slowing but still curling inside her, drawing out every shudder.

Her scream melted into a string of breathless moans, her body still twitching as she gripped his cock. ʼʼMmmhhhh~~ Arghhhh~~.ʼʼ

Before she could catch her breath, he pulled his hand free, slick and glistening, and spun her around. ʼʼBend over,ʼʼ he commanded.

Archer didnʼt wait, his hands gripping Ashokaʼs hips and guiding her down until her palms braced against the nearest surface, a low table, rough under her fingers. Her tail flicked up, curling instinctively as he shoved her dress higher.

The tiger womanʼs breath hitched, her body still buzzing from the previous climax, but she arched her back, pressing her ass against hi. ʼʼDo it,ʼʼ she breathlessly said, glancing over her shoulder.

He didnʼt hesitate and aligned himself, the head of his cock nudging against her soaked entrance. With one smooth, deep thrust, he slid inside her. ʼʼMmmmmhhh~~.ʼʼ

Ashoka moaned, loud and unrestrained, her walls stretching to take him, still sensitive from her release. The wet heat of her pussy gripped him tight, and he groaned, his hands digging into her hips as he set a slow pace, each thrust driving deeper, filling her completely.

ʼʼGods, youʼre perfect,ʼʼ he muttered as it felt like he was in heaven.

The young womanʼs moans grew louder, filthier, her hips pushing back to meet him, chasing the stretch and the friction. ʼʼMore,ʼʼ she gasped as she surrendered to the pleasure.

Archer felt her body rock against the table. The passion between them burned hotter, a primal rhythm. But something shifted in him, a hunger for more than just her body, a craving to connect deeper.

He slowed his pace, his hands sliding from her hips to her waist, pulling her upright until her back pressed against his chest. ʼʼCome here,ʼʼ he murmured.

One arm wrapped around her, his rough palm splaying across her stomach, holding her close, while the other hand tilted her chin, guiding her face toward his. Ashokaʼs breath hitched, her amber eyes half-lidded and glinting with that fierce, defiant spark he adored.

Their lips crashed together, a kiss that was all fire and devotion, tongues tangling as he poured everything into it. She moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating through him, her body arching as he savored the way her pussy clenched around him.

Her tail curled around his leg, possessive and grounding, anchoring them in the moment. ʼʼArch,ʼʼ she gasped against his lips.

Ashokaʼs tone was thick with need as she kissed him back, just as hungry, her sharp nails digging into his arm for leverage. She rocked her hips, meeting his thrusts, their bodies moving in sync, a passionate dance of give and take.

His hand slid up to cup her breast, teasing her nipple as he kissed her harder, swallowing her moans, their breaths mingling in a shared rhythm. He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his forehead resting against hers, his thrusts never faltering.

ʼʼYouʼre mine,ʼʼ he said with a possessive tone.

Ashokaʼs moan was loud and desperate, her body trembling as she kissed him again, fierce and unrestrained, her lips bruising against his. ʼʼAlways,ʼʼ she replied.

Their lovemaking stretched on, a slow-burning fire that consumed them both, their bodies moving as one, the table creaking softly beneath them. Archerʼs thrusts grew more fervent, his cock pulsing inside her, his hands roaming her body.

Ashokaʼs moans turned into soft cries, her body trembling, her pussy fluttering weakly around him as a gentle, aching orgasm built, her juices mixing with the lingering mess inside her.

ʼʼMmmmghhh~~ Husband,ʼʼ she moaned before kissing him again, her tongue tasting the sweat on his skin.

Archerʼs breath hitched, his thrusts growing erratic, his cock throbbing with the need for release. ʼʼGonna fill you to the brim,ʼʼ he murmured, his lips crashing against hers in a final, bruising kiss.

With a deep, shuddering groan, he exploded deep in her womb, his cum flooding her, hot and thick, spilling into her pussy. He collapsed over her, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths heavy and synchronized, their bodies trembling.

The room was silent except for their soft panting, the air thick thanks to the scent of their love. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her swollen lips, his eyes soft but fierce.

ʼʼYouʼre everything to me,ʼʼ he whispered, his voice raw with devotion, kissing her gently, a stark contrast to the brutality of before.