Return of the God of Lust with 10 times EXP-Chapter 6: What helping meant

As her breasts were revealed, they were smooth, round, and pale especially the cherry-colored tips that resembled ripe strawberries.

Just the sight of them made them seem soft and tender, with a gentle pink hue.

Damien positioned himself between her thighs. Extending his hand, he gently caressed her right breast.

At his touch, the sleeping girl trembled, her body reacting instinctively.

It carried a surge of electricity that jolted through her, sending a wave of ecstasy across her entire body.

Her pale lips parted slightly, as if in awe, a soft gasp escaping without her knowing.

And that was just from a single touch, Damien hadn't even moved yet. With care, he gently cupped her breast as if holding something precious, then began to mold its softness with his hands, savoring every delicate curve.

"Ahh~" the girl trembled as her legs kicking, from delight.

Damien could feel it working since the coldness of her body was beginning to fade, though it was still far from gone.

As he molded her breast with perfect care, his fingers gradually moved toward the center, then gently pinched the sensitive tip.

"Nooo~~~" the girl uttered unconsciously, as she bit her lips.

But it didn't end there. Damien gave the cherry tip a slow twist between his fingers, sending a surge of overwhelming pleasure through her body.

The girl couldn't help but arch her back as he continued to tease her. Her breathing grew hot and misty, each gasp more desperate than the last.

"So this is your weak spot," Damien murmured, his voice low as he intensified his touch.

With that, he continued kneading the soft peach in his hand, occasionally pinching the cherry-like tip.

The woman's face twisted into lewd expressions, unable to hide the pleasure flooding her senses.

A sultry smile played across her lips. His left hand began to move, sliding from her abdomen, tracing up along her body until it reached her chest.

Then, with a touch of care, he began kneading her left breast in slow, circular motions.

"Ahhh," a blissful moan escaped her lips, soft and sweet like a gentle hum.

Damien continued his slow, assault on her senses. As his hands worked their like magic, his gaze shifted downward.

He was looking toward her hidden garden, still concealed beneath the lower part of her robe.

She was dressed in an elegant, flowing light blue robe adorned with delicate. Its wide sleeves and soft fabric gave her an ethereal charm.

Though her upper body was already naked with the lower half remained modestly covered.

Yet even through the cloth, Damien could see the spreading dampness.

She wore no undergarments, since the robe was a single flowing piece that draped elegantly from her shoulders to her feet.

However, the fabric around her thighs was riddled with tears and worn patches, leaving parts of her exposed.

From the gaps, he could see her garden overflowing with clear, glistening juices.

His gaze returned to her chest, where her nipples stood fully erect. The atmosphere inside the cave had become a swirling blend of heat and cold, it was like a storm of passion and lingering frost.

With his hands, he gently caressed her breasts, his fingers tracing slowly as he made a circular movement that drew soft gasps from her lips.

Her body arched into his touch, helplessly drawn to the sensation. A faint trail of saliva glistened at the corner of her mouth, a clear sign of the overwhelming pleasure surging through her.

Then he leaned in, his breath was hot against her skin. Without hesitation, he took her right nipple into his mouth.

A sudden moan escaped her lips as his tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, sucking with tender pressure that made her shiver beneath him.

"Ooooh~" she moaned, her lips parting into a wide O, though her eyes remained closed.

It was pure instinct as her body craving to release, unable to bear the tension building inside her.

Because of the growing hunger. That's because Damien didn't just tease her, he was devouring her with an amazing skill.

It's as if he knew every nerve, every weakness, every secret spot that could unravel her completely.

The girl beneath him moved wildly, her body thrashing in pleasure. She was completely lost in the moment, unable to control herself, surrendering to the sensations that overwhelmed her.

When Damien finally stopped sucking, she gasped for air, as her chest rising with the sudden break.

Only for a sharp jolt to strike her the next moment as he lightly bit down on her nipple.

Her back arched instantly, waves of pleasure rippling through her entire body. A soothing lick followed the bite, and every pull of his lips sent electric sparks down her spine.

Her thighs squeezed tighter, trembling as they overflowed with warm juices.

"Mmmm~" she moaned, unable to hold back any longer.

Her body gave in completely, clearly close to climaxing.

It started as a faint twitch in her legs, then it surged like a tidal wave through her entire body.

Her eyes flew open, it was wide with a mix of shock and raw pleasure. Her mouth hung open in a breathless gasp, the sound stuck in her throat, too intense to become a scream.

Her hips bucked against the cold stone beneath her, her back arching high as if trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, but there was nowhere to run.

She clung to Damien instinctively, her fingers digging into his shoulders, leaving only some faint red marks with her nails, but he didn't stop.

He watched her with a natural look like everything was normal, until a sudden rush of warmth spilled between her thighs.

Her pussy inner walls clenched and pulsed, releasing everything she had been holding back in one overwhelming wave.

It was raw, messy, and in its own way it was utterly beautiful.

Her breathing came in ragged gasps, as her chest rising and falling rapidly as the aftershocks rippled through her trembling body.

A satisfied smile lingered on her lips, even as she remained unconscious. Her body, however, spoke for her it was still reacting, still reaching out to Damien in silent craving.

He leaned in once more, pressing a soft kiss along her collarbone. As his lips trailed downward, his hand returned to her breast, kneading it tenderly.

His fingers sank into the warm softness, shaping her flesh as though he were sculpting something divine.

His thumb flicked across the sensitive cherry tip, which is the the very spot that had already exposed her weakness, and the reaction was instant.

Her body jolted beneath him, a loud gasp of delight escaping her lips, followed by a rush of hot breath as her back arched once more.

"Amma~" a high-pitched whimper escaped her lips.

Her legs tightened instinctively around his waist, her hips twitching with every wave of pleasure that pulsed through her core.

Her nipples, already tender from his earlier attention, now throbbed beneath his touch, each movement sending jolts of lightning straight to her center.

Then it hit her again.

Her back arched off the cold stone floor as a second climax tore through her which is absolutely uncontrollable.

"Ahhh~" she cried out, voice trembling with release.

Her mouth opened in a silent cry, as her eyes fluttering with a wild mix of awe and euphoria.

Every muscle in her body tightened for a brief moment before collapsing. Damien the leaned back as he slowly stood up.

He then glanced down at the masterpiece he had done.

Her long robe was even more disarray. The upper half had been torn open, exposing her glistening skin, followed by the rise and fall of her breast.

Her breasts was flushed and tender, smeared with sweat and saliva, the soft cherry tips were swollen and still twitching slightly as if begging for more.

The lower half of her robe remained untouched for the moment. But the fabric was damp, clinging between her thighs, it was greatly stained with her juices.

The slits and tears in the robe revealed some hints of her smooth legs, trembling slightly, and her inner garden, overflowing and glistening through the gaps.

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The best part is her face that was the true picture of ecstasy, cheeks flushed a deep rose, lips parted and glistening with the faint sheen of her own saliva, and her lashes trembling like she was drifting between consciousness and a dream.

A thin sheen of sweat lined her forehead and collarbone, making her look less like a woman and more like a work of divine seduction, sculpted by pleasure and carved by his hands.

"This girl is incredibly sensitive. It's only been two minutes, and she already climaxed twice," Damien muttered, his expression calm and composed.

"Now it's time for the next action," he added.

He then moved between her legs, positioning himself at her center where her pussy was located at.