Goddess Fairy Moon NTR Pure Love-Chapter 104 - 100 Fairy Moon in heat

Water cascaded over Fairy Moon, a liquid silk caress against her skin. It slicked her long, dark hair, molding it to the curve of her neck, then streamed down her back, a shimmering curtain. Her hands drifted over her stomach, tracing the perfect, flat plane, then lower, to the soft swell of her hips. A fire ignited within her, a slow burn that spread through every limb, every nerve ending. The heat was a familiar companion, a constant hum beneath her skin whenever Aukin was near, but lately, it had been a frustrated, unmet demand.

"Adventures," she murmured, the word a soft hiss against the rush of water. "Foursomes with that hairy ape and his spider wife. Orgies with a goddess of... *lust*." A sardonic twist pulled at her lips. "What good is all that if it leaves *me* wanting?" Her fingers dipped between her legs, finding the slick, hot dampness there. A low moan escaped, a sound swallowed by the drumming water. The image of Aukin, his intense blue eyes, his powerful thrusts, filled her mind. Her hips instinctively bucked, a silent plea. "That scoundrel hubby needs a lesson!" Her eyes, usually pools of serene starlight, hardened, twin points of determined fire.

Meanwhile, a world away, Aukin’s laughter boomed, rich and unrestrained. Sun Wukong, perched on a shimmering cloud, mirrored his mirth, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes.

"And then," Wukong chortled, slapping a hairy thigh, "the Minotaur, bless his massive, horned head, tried to blame his ’celestial duties’ for his absence. As if Baijguang hadn’t already scented the entire brothel on him!"

Aukin wiped a tear of laughter from his eye. "A truly pathetic attempt. One would think an Immortal Minotaur could devise a more cunning escape."

"HA!" Wukong’s roar shook the very air. "Cunning is for foxes, my friend. Minotaurs are creatures of... more direct approaches."

A voice, soft as a silk whisper, yet sharp as a celestial blade, sliced through their jovial din.

"Aukin."

The sound, though barely above a murmur, resonated deep within Aukin’s bones. It stole the breath from his lungs. Wukong, mid-chuckle, froze. His golden eyes, usually alight with playful mischief, widened, darting towards the source of the voice.

Fairy Moon stood there, her form materializing as if woven from moonlight and shadow. Her hair, still damp, clung to her, framing a face devoid of its usual serene placidity. Her eyes, usually soft with affection for her son, now held the chilling intensity of a winter storm.

Wukong, ever the jester, tried a nervous laugh. "Well, well! It seems the goddess herself has come to grace us with her presence. Perhaps she’s here to join our tales of marital woe?" He winked at Aukin, a forced levity.

Fairy Moon’s gaze, a laser beam of glacial fury, fixed on Wukong. The very air around him grew heavy, crackling with an unspoken threat. His fur bristled.

"Get out of my house," she articulated each word with precise, deadly calm. "And go back to your wife, stupid monkey."

Wukong’s jaw dropped. His golden fur seemed to puff out, and his legendary staff, usually so casually held, vibrated in his hand. "*Stupid monkey*? My dear Fairy Moon, even for you, that’s quite uncalled for! I am the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the..."

"OUT." The single syllable resonated with the weight of millennia of cultivation, a command that brooked no argument.

Wukong, for all his immortal power, found his feet moving. He grumbled, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Fine, fine! A man can’t even share a laugh with his friend without the shrewish wife chasing him off. And don’t think Baijguang won’t hear about this, you ice queen! She’ll have a few choice words about hospitality, mark my words!" He vanished in a flash of golden light, his indignant remarks fading into the ether.

Fairy Moon didn’t even blink. Wukong’s protests were mere background noise, distant chirps of an irrelevant insect. Her gaze, unwavering, remained locked on Aukin.

A sudden chill snaked down Aukin’s spine, an icy tendril that pricked at his skin. Yet, beneath that chill, a fierce warmth bloomed, a blazing inferno of pure, unadulterated love radiating from his mother. It was a paradox, this simultaneous cold and heat, a testament to the depth of her emotions. His heart thrummed, a wild bird trapped in his chest.

She moved then, a predator’s grace in every step. She closed the distance between them, her body a magnet pulling him closer. Her hands, delicate yet strong, pressed against his chest, pushing him back until his back met a solid wall. The scent of her, fresh water and an intoxicating musk of aroused woman, filled his senses.

Her voice, now a low growl, vibrated against his lips. "The adventuring, husband, is postponed." Her eyes, burning into his, held a promise of exquisite discipline. "It’s time you attended to your duties."

Her mouth descended, a hungry, possessive claim. Her kiss was deep, demanding, a silent roar of ownership. It stole his breath, his thoughts, his very will. Her lips parted, her tongue sweeping into his, a primal dance of desire. He responded with equal ferocity, his hands finding the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. The kiss deepened, a swirling vortex of shared lust and profound love.

Then, with a soft *click*, her clothes shimmered, then fell away, pooling at her feet. She stood before him, not naked, but clad in a wedding lingerie of sheer, delicate silk, the fabric clinging to her curves, hinting at the treasures beneath. It was a vision of sensual elegance, a stark contrast to the raw power she had just displayed. His breath hitched.

Four minutes later...

Aukin’s hands tangled in Fairy Moon’s long, dark hair, pulling her head back for another searing kiss. They lay entwined on her bed, the silk sheets already rumpled, bearing the imprint of their impatience. Her lips, swollen from their fervent exchange, parted, a soft sigh escaping.

"My whole being," she breathed, her voice raspy with desire, "screams for you, Aukin. My body aches, my soul yearns. Every single part of me wants to make love with you." Her eyes, usually so composed, now swam with an almost desperate hunger.

Aukin’s chest tightened with a pang of guilt. He had been so caught up in their recent escapades, their shared adventures, that he hadn’t noticed the subtle shift in her. But the guilt was quickly overshadowed by a surge of pure, unadulterated arousal. Her raw honesty, her intense need, ignited a fire within him, hotter than any spell.

He deepened the kiss, a silent apology, a fervent promise. The temperature in the room, already warm, seemed to climb, the air thick with their combined passion. Their tongues danced, a frantic, swirling ballet of saliva and desire. His hands roamed, tracing the exquisite curve of her spine, then cupping the lush swell of her buttocks, squeezing, kneading, eliciting a soft gasp from her. Her own hands, equally restless, explored the hard planes of his chest, the taut muscles of his thighs, her fingers digging into his flesh.

He broke the kiss, a soft pop echoing in the charged silence, and lowered himself, his lips trailing a searing path down her throat, past her collarbone. He peppered her perfect, flat tummy with light, pecking kisses, each touch sending shivers through her. Her breath hitched, a series of short, sharp gasps escaping her lips. His mouth moved lower, over the soft skin of her inner thighs, then upwards, towards her core.

Fairy Moon’s hips arched, a silent invitation. Her vagina, already swollen and slick, slicked against his cheek, the hot, sticky juices smearing his skin. A low moan rumbled in her throat.

"Aukin," she whispered, her voice a plea, her hips bucking against him. "Put it in. Please, just... put it in."

He didn’t need further urging. With a powerful thrust, he plunged into her.

"AUGH!" A raw, guttural roar tore from his throat, a primal sound of pure pleasure. Her insides were a molten cavern of heat, a velvet vise that squeezed him, melted around him. The hot, sticky sexual fluids coated him, a luxurious welcome. He felt himself dissolving, becoming one with her.

Fairy Moon let out a breathless cry, her sensual legs wrapping around his waist, locking him in place. Her nails dug into his back, pulling him even closer, deeper. She moved with him, a perfect rhythm, her hips arching to meet every thrust, her body a willing instrument to his passion.

Their lovemaking was not just sex; it was a furious, desperate outpouring of their souls. The harder, the faster he thrust, the more her body responded, spilling her sexual fluids onto the sheets, onto their entwined bodies. Their mouths found each other again, their kisses deep, urgent, tasting of sweat and desire and a love that transcended all boundaries. Each thrust was met with a kiss, each moan with a deeper plunge.

"AHHHH!" she screamed, a sound of pure, uninhibited ecstasy as he pounded into her, her body convulsing around him. He responded with a primal roar, their combined voices echoing in the room, a testament to their shared rapture. They were in a state of primal euphoria, lost to everything but each other. The room burned, a sun-like inferno of their passion.

With a simultaneous, ragged groan, they climaxed.

Aukin’s eyes rolled back, a flash of white, his body trembling violently. He filled Fairy Moon’s insides with his hot, viscous cum, a torrent of pure, unadulterated release. Her body seized around him, milking him dry. Fairy Moon, in turn, bit into his neck, not with pain, but with the desperate, possessive affection of a vampire claiming its mate. Her eyes, wide and unfocused, held an affectionate bliss, a love so profound it bordered on worship.

But their journey wasn’t over. Not yet. Not for them. They made love for more than twenty-four hours, a testament to a passion that knew no bounds, a love that burned with an infinite, unquenchable flame.

After the math despite being immortal they connected and merge souls, bodies, minds thru love were shaking.

Aukin and Fairy Moon hug each other tightly enjoying and loving each other unique presence.

Aukin and Fairy Moon two immortals with a love that transcended everything were happy for eternity.

The End...

Thank you guys for supporting this lady through this book. It was my first time writing what I vision as netorase and im glad you guys view match my own. I know in discord and private messages, you guys feel I still could do many more smut Chapters. So don’t worry I would be making "Extras" Chapters of Fairy Moon Sexual joint escapades for they own perverted entertainment.

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