Goddess Fairy Moon NTR Pure Love-Chapter 14

The magical parchment fluttered, a map unfurling in Aukin’s grasp. Before he could decipher its lines, a blur of motion snatched it away. Baijuguang held it, a delicate scroll cradled in her hand, her purple eyes fixed on him, devoid of their usual warmth.

"Sit." Her voice, usually a melodic chime, held a brittle edge. "Have tea with your auntie."

Aukin’s jaw tightened. He settled onto a silken cushion opposite her, the air thick with unspoken tension. The fragrant steam from the jade cup did little to soothe. He watched her, a predator assessing its prey, her posture regal, every movement precise. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the soft clink of porcelain against porcelain.

She drained her cup, a faint sigh escaping her lips. "Your auntie feels... weary." A muscle twitched in Aukin’s cheek. Weary? An Immortal, ten thousand years old, one of the strongest beings in Lingwu, weary? Sun Wukong truly had a lot to answer for. "Come, give your auntie a shoulder massage." A wicked curve played on her lips.

Aukin rose, moving behind her. His fingers, calloused from cultivation, found the elegant curve of her shoulders. He began to knead, feeling the tautness of her muscles, a surprising rigidity beneath the smooth skin. The scent of her, a blend of exotic spices and something uniquely floral, enveloped him.

"Ah, that’s better." Her head tilted back slightly, her dark, glossy hair brushing his knuckles. "Such strong hands." She purred, a low rumble that vibrated through him. "Now, my feet are tired too. They’ve carried this old auntie for millennia."

Aukin’s hands paused. He knew this game. He saw the map, still clutched in her hand, moving up and down, a silent taunt. He hesitated, then his gaze hardened with resolve. He moved around, kneeling before her. Her feet, pale as moonlight, emerged from beneath her silken robes. Each toe was perfectly formed, the arch high and elegant, the nails shimmering like polished pearls. They truly were precious.

He took one foot in his hand, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of her instep. The skin was impossibly soft, like the finest silk. He began to massage, his touch gentle yet firm, working away at the phantom weariness. He felt the subtle shift in her breath, the slight tremor that ran through her body.

Suddenly, a playful poke. The tip of her toe brushed against the straining fabric of his trousers. His breath hitched. His cock, already stirred by her proximity, pulsed, a thick vein bulging beneath his clothing.

"Hmm?" Her voice was a low hum, innocent on the surface, but her purple eyes, now fully open, gleamed with dangerous amusement. "What’s this, little nephew? A sudden surge of qi? Or something else entirely?" Her toe pressed again, firmer this time, a deliberate caress.

Aukin’s face flushed. He tried to compose himself, but the heat in his groin intensified. "Auntie..." He cleared his throat. "Your... your grace. Your beauty. It’s... overwhelming. Even now, after all these years, you possess a charm that could topple empires. Your presence alone... it stirs things." He swallowed, his gaze meeting hers, raw and honest. "You are truly a goddess, Auntie. And my body... it responds to such perfection."

A faint flush dusted Baijuguang’s cheeks, a fleeting moment of vulnerability. A subtle tightening around her eyes, a softening of her lips. The compliment, delivered with such fervent sincerity, pleased her. But her tsundere facade snapped back into place instantly.

"Perv. Always a pervert, aren’t you?" Her voice was sharp, yet a soft hum underscored her words. Her hand, impossibly delicate, reached down. Her fingers, long and slender, traced the outline of the hard ridge beneath his clothes. A tremor ran through Aukin. "Look at this. So eager." Her fingers closed around him, a gentle, teasing squeeze through the fabric. Precum beaded at the tip, dampening his trousers. Her foot, still in his hand, pressed into his cock, a rhythmic stroke.

Aukin groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. "Yes, Auntie. A pervert for you. For your exquisite form, your captivating eyes, your every movement. Every curve, every line of you... it’s intoxicating. You truly are the most alluring woman in all the realms." He leaned forward, his lips brushing her knee. "How could I not be, when you are so utterly divine?"

Baijuguang’s breath hitched. Her hand stopped, then moved, slowly, deliberately. She stood, pulling him up with her. Her grip on his cock tightened, a possessive squeeze. Her purple eyes, usually sharp, softened just a fraction. Then, with a sudden, fluid motion, she knelt.

Aukin gasped. His blood roared in his ears. She looked up at him, her eyes dark pools of challenge and desire. Her lips, full and tempting, parted. She took him.

Aukin’s head swam. The warmth, the suction, the gentle glide of her tongue. He watched, mesmerized, as she worked, her eyes never leaving his. He understood. This wasn’t just a pleasure. This was a conquest, a game played by an immortal spider demon. And he was her willing prey.

He leaned down, his hands cupping her head, his hips beginning a slow, deliberate rhythm. He fucked her face, the rhythmic thrusts a silent answer to her challenge. Her eyes, wide and defiant, locked with his. The sensation was primal, exhilarating. The sounds she made, muffled by his pulsing cock, were pure pleasure. He felt the subtle contractions of her throat, the delicate tension of her jaw. He came, a white-hot gush, deep inside her.

She swallowed, a faint shiver running through her. Her eyes, dark and glistening, still held his. As she pulled away, a thin strand of his cum stretched from her lips to the tip of his cock.

His cock, though drained, began to stir again, a stubborn resurgence as his gaze fell upon the tantalizing cleavage revealed by her kneeling posture.

Baijuguang saw it. A faint smirk touched her lips. With a swift movement, she shed her robes, the silken fabric pooling around her feet. Her body, sculpted perfection, was laid bare. Skin like porcelain, long, sensual legs, the alluring curve of her hips, and breasts that, while not as plump as Fairy Moon’s, were firm and perfectly shaped, crowned with dark, erect nipples.

Aukin didn’t hesitate. He pulled her up, his arms wrapping around her, crushing her against his chest. His cock, throbbing and full, found its home. Her pink, perfect vagina, already slick and eager, welcomed him. He thrust, a deep, primal groan escaping his lips.

"Little perv," she whispered, her voice rough, her body trembling against his. "So eager to defile your auntie." She arched into him, her nails digging into his back. "Think you can handle this old spider demon?"

"Oh, Auntie." He thrust again, harder, deeper. "You have no idea." He kissed her neck, her shoulder, her exposed collarbone. "You’re insatiable. A goddess of lust." He bit gently at her earlobe, his tongue tracing its delicate curve. "And I’m your willing slave."

Baijuguang gasped, her composure cracking. Her hips began to move, matching his rhythm, a furious, desperate dance. "You... you think you’re so clever, don’t you?" she hissed, but her voice was thick with pleasure. "Thinking you can charm your way out of anything." She squeezed him tighter, her internal muscles clenching around his shaft.

"Only for you, Auntie." He felt the building pressure, the exquisite friction. He slammed into her, again and again, pushing them both to the brink. "Only for my magnificent Auntie."

Her toes curled, her thighs clamped around him, a vice of pleasure. A guttural moan tore from her throat. She bit his ear, her tongue flicking, a jolt of pure ecstasy. He felt the wave hit, a blinding, all-consuming climax. He came, a torrent of hot cum, deep within her. Her vagina spasmed, squirting, a hot, sticky gush that soaked their entwined bodies.

They collapsed, a tangle of limbs and spent energy. Aukin held her close, his breath ragged, his heart pounding against hers. He stroked her hair, a silent apology for Sun Wukong’s foolishness.

"Auntie..." His voice was soft, tender. "He’s... he’s truly scared. He loves you, you know. He just... he’s a big, silly monkey. He needs you."

Baijuguang’s body, still trembling from their shared climax, stiffened. She pulled back slightly, her purple eyes, now soft and hazy with lingering pleasure, fixed on his face. "You think I don’t know that?" She squeezed his nose gently, a gesture of unexpected affection. "That fool. He thinks I’m angry about the baby. I knew he was planning to run off." A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips. "I was just... angry he thought he could fool me. And angry he’d run from something so important."

She sighed, a sound that spoke of millennia of experience and a deep, abiding love. "He’s a good-for-nothing monkey, but he’s *my* good-for-nothing monkey." She nudged his side. "Alright, get dressed. You need those plums, don’t you? Your auntie will come with you. We’ll show that foolish monkey what happens when he runs from his responsibilities."