The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 335: A Steamy Night II

Chapter 335: A Steamy Night II

"Please...enter me..." Rama pleaded weakly, her voice faltering with anticipation.

"As you wish, my sweet feisty princess." He bellowed in a low voice inside her ear, making a chill skitter down her spine as she trembled in his hold.

Taking her lips hungrily in his with a bestial craving, he groped her waist firmly as he skillfully parted her thighs, grinding his thickness against her wet folds as he pushed his hips forward.

The water rippled violently with an unprecedented force when he propelled his hips into hers slamming his erect cork fiercely into her pussy.

The motion and pace of his cork thrusting as he pulled in and out of her, made the water ripple violently as it splashed heavily from the effect.

The moment his hardness drove into her, creating an inexplicable friction that upturned her senses, a surge of electrifying wave jolted through her body, leaving her crying in pleasure as loud moans broke loose from her lips.

Her fingers dug into his muscular back as his pace increased, his hips thrusting wildly as his full length filled her insides, stroking her sensitive walls. She choked on her breath and her endless moans as his waist moved with a jet like speed, pushing back and forth, taking her to the land of bliss.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she arched her back for more. With an unexpected motion, he slipped his arms underneath the nook of her legs, pushing her waist forward before slamming his hardness down on her.

"Ahhh..." She cried out louder in pleasure when his cork delved deeper, hitting the sensitive spot that brought tears to the corner of her eyes.

His hips moved relentlessly as he continuously gave her mind blowing strokes, his pace never faltering, leaving her clutching on invisible pearls for her life.

Beads of sweat adorned her eyebrows as she clutched on to the rim of the hot spring, while her body bounced vigorously as he hammered her walls energetically, his bizarre stamina was unmatched.

"I love you so much." Draco whispered in her ears, in between his deep, sexy moans as he sent wild thrusts into her.

"I. Love. You to..." She stuttered, slobber dripping from her mouth as he gave her bestial strokes that left her utterly brain dead with nothing but pleasure cramming her lustful laden head.

She squirted uncontrollably as the haze of pleasure enclosed in her senses and every time he pushed and pulled out of her, his glistening cork was soaked with her love juice.

He stared down at her face with her eyes closed, every line, silhouette and contour etched with unbridled pleasure as he stroked her tirelessly and hungrily, his veins scorching with the flames of their infinite desires for one another.

The heat of their bodies mingled with the scent of ecstasy as they remained entwined, heart throbbing in unity, hips moving in harmony and raspy breaths echoing through the dark cave while the heavy splash of water added as a backdrop in their world of unparalleled passion.

She bit her bottom lip as he gave one final push before exploding erratically inside of her and in that moment, she reached her climax as she ejaculated.

Barely letting her relax and regain her composure, she could see the aroused look in his eyes never fading and in no time, she was aroused, merely locking her gaze with him.

The air became laden with the heady fragrance of exotic blooms, casting a spell of desire upon the lovers as they surrendered to the passion that burned between them.

The hot spring, a natural pool of steaming water surrounded by ancient moss-covered rocks, provided a haven for their clandestine encounter. The moon hung low in the ink-black sky, casting a silvery glow upon the duo, creating an ethereal ambiance that heightened the intensity of their connection.

Draco, with his devilish charm, possessed an allure that was both wicked and irresistible. His fingers, like a dance of shadows, traced a sinful path along Rama’s delicate skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The warmth of the hot spring mingled with the heat of their desire, creating a sensation that was both tantalizing and intoxicating.

With ember eyes ablaze, they fixated on Rama’s pleasure-filled face. His gaze was a magnetic force, drawing her into a realm where only the two of them existed. In that intimate moment, time seemed to stand still as Draco explored the contours of her body with a touch that was both possessive and reverent.

Rama, swept away by the enchantment of the night, surrendered herself to the rhythm of Draco’s touch. His fingertips painted trails of fire along her skin, awakening a dormant passion that lay hidden within her soul. The hot spring echoed with the symphony of their shared desires, a melody that resonated in the air like a forbidden enchantment.

As Draco’s hands explored the landscape of Rama’s form, their mingled breaths rose like tendrils of desire, creating a mist that veiled their entangled bodies.

The hot spring became a sacred sanctuary where the boundaries between pleasure and fantasy blurred, allowing the lovers to lose themselves in the intoxicating dance of their desires.

The water, heated by the earth’s embrace, caressed their bodies like a lover’s gentle touch. Steam curled upwards, wrapping around them like a cloak, adding an element of secrecy to their union.

The moon, a silent witness to their forbidden affair, cast its silvery light upon the scene, creating a tapestry of shadows and reflections that mirrored the passion unfolding beneath the celestial gaze.

Draco’s lips, tainted with a hint of sin, sought Rama’s with a hunger that matched the intensity of the night. Their kiss, a fusion of fire and ice, sent shivers down their spines as their tongues danced in a symphony of shared longing.

The water around them rippled with the echoes of their connection, each touch and caress leaving an indelible mark on the canvas of the hot spring.

Where shadows lurked and schemes of the wicked brewed, Draco and Rama surrendered to the enchantment of the night. The air hummed with the energy of their passion, and the moonlit sky bore witness to a love that defied the boundaries of the ordinary.

Under the celestial canopy, their bodies moved in harmony, guided by the rhythm of their hearts, creating a timeless tale of desire and surrender in the mystical embrace of the hot spring, fusing into a steamy night that both eradicated and licensed the world around them.

Panting heavily, she slumped on his body, while he cradled her lovingly in his arms, her body trembling from the erratic activity like a less in the middle of a wild storm.

As they cuddled together in the hot spring bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, Rama marveled at the intricate tapestry of emotions that wove their souls into an infinite bond.

Draco, with his otherworldly allure, beside

her, a vision of flawless sculpted perfection. His features, chiseled like the finest marble, exuded an unearthly charm.

Yet, it wasn’t merely his physical presence that stirred Rama’s heart. There was an elusive quality about him, a magnetic force that drew her in, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally.

In that moment of shared silence, she gazed up at him, drinking in his gorgeous sight.

The moonlight played upon Draco’s black hair, casting an ethereal glow around him. His eyes, pools of captivating depth, held secrets and mysteries that beckoned Rama to explore the uncharted territories of his soul.

As she gazed into those mesmerizing orbs, she felt a connection that surpassed the boundaries of the tangible world. It was as if their souls recognized each other from a time beyond memory, entwining in a dance that defied the constraints of the mortal realm.

Rama, though drawn to Draco’s physicality, felt a deeper resonance within her. Their bond went beyond the superficial allure of his devilish charm. It was a connection that echoed through the corridors of her mind, each thought intertwined with his in a symphony of emotions that resonated like an unspoken language.

A gentle breeze carried the fragrance of mystical blooms, creating an atmosphere that mirrored the enchantment enveloping them both.

As Rama’s fingers grazed Draco’s hand, she felt a surge of energy, a tingling sensation that transcended the physical touch.

It was as if their very essence merged in that fleeting contact, leaving an imprint on the fabric of their intertwined destinies. The air crackled with a subtle energy, a manifestation of the profound connection between a mortal maiden and a demon with a soul as old as time.

Draco, though possessing the allure of a supernatural being, was not untouched by the profound bond that anchored him to Rama.

His eyes, usually enigmatic, softened as they locked with hers. In that gaze, Rama saw more than the facade of a devil’s son. She glimpsed vulnerability, a flicker of humanity beneath the otherworldly exterior.

They exchanged unspoken words in the silent language of souls as serenity enveloped them after the erratic and loud activity.

In the quiet moments, as they cuddled in each other’s arms, Rama could sense Draco’s emotions, like a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves. His fears, desires, and dreams intertwined with hers, creating a shared narrative that unfolded in the secret chambers of their hearts.