Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!

Chapter 142: Chapter : 142 : Serica’s First Time!

As Venya slid off, panting, her skin glowing even brighter, Serica moved in, her golden eyes gleaming. ”My turn, Child of Prophecy.”

Her serpent tattoos seemed to writhe with anticipation.

Serica’s golden, slit-pupiled eyes locked onto Aiden, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her lips.

Her dark green hair, like a cascade of deep forest foliage, brushed against her shoulders as she moved.

The tattooed serpents winding across her skin seemed to writhe with anticipation, the one between her perfect breasts flexing as she took a breath.

”The Child of Prophecy requires... further relaxation,r Serica’s voice was a low, sultry whisper, a silken promise that sent shivers down Aiden’s spine.

She reached him, her wet body pressing against his, the water swirling around them.

Her hands, adorned with intricate serpent tattoos, slid up his chest, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his pectorals, then his neck, until they tangled in his wet white hair.

Aiden’s gaze met hers, a challenge, a question in his blue eyes.

He felt the firm press of her perfect breasts against his chest, their nipples already hard and erect from the warm water and the rising heat of the moment.

The scent of her—a mix of musk, exotic spices, and something wild, untamed—filled his senses.

”Do you truly believe you can ’relax’ me, Serica?” Aiden’s voice was a low rumble, a teasing glint in his eyes as his hands found her hips, pulling her even closer, her wet pussy pressing firmly against his still-hard cock.

”Oh, I know I can, My Lord,” Serica purred, her head tilting back, exposing the delicate line of her throat.

”My serpents whisper secrets of pleasure, secrets I intend to share.” Her golden eyes held his, unblinking, filled with a primal hunger. ”And they say you have yet to truly experience a serpent’s embrace.”

Her lips, full and purple, parted slightly, revealing her tongue.

She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear, her words a soft hiss. ”Prepare to be coiled, My Child of Prophecy.”

Then, with a sudden, forceful move, she claimed his mouth.

Her lips were surprisingly soft, yet firm, demanding. Her tongue, though not forked, was agile and insistent, immediately darting into his, seeking, exploring.

Aiden met her with equal passion, his own tongue dancing with hers, a wild, unrestrained duel of taste and sensation.

As their kiss deepened, Serica’s hands slid down his back, her long fingers digging into the muscles of his ass, pulling him flush against her.

Her perfect breasts, heavy and full, pressed into his chest, their hard nipples grinding against him, sending delicious friction through his body.

A soft moan escaped her throat, a low, guttural sound that vibrated against his lips.

He broke the kiss, gasping for air, his eyes burning with desire. ”You’re... intense, Serica.”

”Only for you,” She whispered, her golden eyes gleaming.

Her hands moved to his shoulders, then slid down his arms, her fingers intertwining with his.

With a graceful, almost serpentine movement, she shifted, straddling his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist.

Aiden’s cock, slick and engorged, brushed against her wet folds, and Serica gasped, her eyes fluttering closed. ”Ah, yes... that’s it.”

She began to ride him, slowly at first, a deliberate, teasing motion. Her hips rotated, grinding against his, the friction exquisite.

Aiden groaned, his hands instinctively finding her waist, gripping her tight as she began to lower herself onto him.

”You are... so big,” Serica breathed, her voice thick with a mixture of awe and anticipation.

Her perfect breasts jiggled with each slow descent, the tattooed serpent between them seeming to writhe as her chest expanded and contracted.

He felt the tip of his cock press against her entrance, slick with her wetness.

She paused, her breath hitching, her body trembling slightly.

Her golden eyes opened, meeting his, a flicker of vulnerability in their depths. ”It’s... my first time,” She whispered, almost imperceptibly, a hint of shyness in her usually confident voice.

Aiden’s grip on her waist tightened, a surge of tenderness mixing with his desire.

He leaned in, kissing her forehead, then her lips, a soft, reassuring touch. ”I’ll be gentle.

Serica nodded, her eyes closing again. ”Just... make me yours, Child of Prophecy.”

With a slow, deliberate push, Aiden guided her. His cock slid further, meeting a soft, resilient barrier.

Serica gasped, a sharp intake of breath, her body tensing, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

A single tear escaped the corner of her eye, tracing a path down her cheek, mingling with the bathwater.

He pushed again, a slow, steady pressure.

And then a guttural cry ripped from Serica’s throat, a sound of pain, quickly followed by a moan of release.

Her body stiffened, then relaxed, slumping against him.

A warm, sticky wetness spread between their bodies. Aiden pulled back slightly, his eyes dropping.

A faint crimson stain bloomed on his cock, mixing with the clear bathwater, a testament to her lost innocence.

Serica’s golden eyes snapped open, wide and unfocused, staring up at the steamy ceiling.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her perfect breasts heaving, the tattooed serpent on her chest seeming to pulse with her rapid heartbeat. A soft whimper escaped her lips.

”Oh... oh, Ahh~,” She breathed, her voice a raw, trembling whisper. ”It... it hurts... but... it feels... so good.”

Her hips instinctively rocked forward, pressing against him, seeking the new, exquisite friction.

Aiden, seeing her pain and pleasure warring on her face, gently kissed her brow. ”Are you alright, Serica?”

”Yes... yes, Child Of Prophecy,” She gasped, her hands now clutching his arms, her nails digging in slightly.

”Just... new. So new.” She looked down, her golden eyes widening at the sight of the traces of her blood on the water surface.

A faint blush crept up her neck, coloring her pale skin. ”Is that...?”

”A mark of your surrender,” Aiden murmured, his voice husky.

He began to move, a slow, rhythmic thrust, pushing deeper into her.

Serica cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure, her body arching. ”Ah! Oh, yes! Deeper, My Love! Deeper!”

Her perfect breasts jiggled wildly with each thrust, the nipples, now fully engorged, bobbing tantalizingly.

He increased his pace, burying himself into her wet depths, feeling the tight, virgin grip of her pussy around his cock.

The water sloshed around them, the sounds of their bodies intertwining filling the steamy air.

Serica’s moans grew louder, more uninhibited, a primal sound of pure pleasure.

”Oh, Child of Prophecy! You are... you are magnificent!” She cried out, her head falling back, her dark green hair fanning out in the water.

Her hips bucked against his, meeting his thrusts with an eager, desperate rhythm.

Luna, watching from Aiden’s side, her wolf ears twitching, nuzzled his shoulder. ”She’s so loud, Master,” She whispered playfully, her blue eyes wide.

Thristle, ever the pervert, giggled. ”The serpent has finally shed her skin.”

Valeforia, who had finally let Xylendra go, wrapped her arm around her sister. ”Onee-chan, look! She’s taking him all!”

Xylendra, still flushed and breathless, watched with wide, cat-like eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Serica’s moans intensified, her body trembling, her perfect breasts bouncing frantically with each powerful thrust.

”Yes! Oh, yes! I’m... I’m coming!” Her inner muscles clenched around him, milking him, drawing a deep groan from Aiden.

He felt her release, a hot, pulsing gush of liquid surrounding his shaft, and he followed soon after, his own orgasm rocketing through him, his seed pumping deep into her.

Serica collapsed onto him, panting heavily, her head resting on his shoulder. ”Oh... that was... beyond words.”

Her golden eyes, still half-closed, held a newfound softness, a deep contentment.

Aiden kissed her hair, stroking her back. ”Are you well, my serpent?”

”More than well, Child Of Prophecy,” She murmured, a soft smile gracing her lips. ”I am... complete.”

She shifted slightly, her hand reaching down, tracing the length of his still-hard cock. ”And you are still... magnificent.”

Aiden chuckled, pulling her closer. ”You’ve certainly made your mark, Serica.”

”And you, My Lord, have marked me,” She whispered, her eyes closing in bliss.

”Vaara’s turn, then!” Thristle’s voice cut through the steamy air.

Her silvery hair, shimmering like moonlight on water, framed her face, her aquamarine eyes fixed on Aiden with a fierce, possessive glint.

She moved with the grace of a siren, her tall, statuesque figure parting the water as she approached.

Serica, with a sigh of contentment, slowly slid off Aiden’s lap, her perfect breasts still heaving, her skin glistening.

She leaned against his side, her golden eyes watching Varra with a mixture of triumph and shared anticipation.

Varra’s heavy, proud bust swayed with each step, her narrow waist and shapely hips moving with an elegant fluidity.

Her moonlit skin, smooth and glowing, seemed to radiate a soft luminescence in the steamy bath.

She reached Aiden.

”Sir,” Varra’s voice was a soft, melodic hum, like the gentle lapping of waves against the shore.

Her aquamarine eyes held his, full of longing and a hint of nervousness. ”Please... Be gentle with me.” Her cheeks burning.

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END OF Chapter : 142 : SERICA’S FIRST TIME!

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