We lay there for a long time, the only sound the soft rustle of leaves and the steady beat of our hearts, a testament to the wild, primal love we shared.
The moonlight continued to filter through the canopy, casting a gentle glow on our entwined bodies, a silent witness to our passion.
The night was young, and I knew this was just the beginning of our wild, untamed adventure. The forest held many secrets, and we were just beginning to uncover them, one passionate encounter at a time.
Their time in the moonlit clearing stretched on, lost in a haze of carnal bliss, drunk on the taste and feel of one another.
The initial, frantic coupling had softened into a languid exploration, a worship of each other’s bodies with mouths and hands.
She moved first, a predator in her own right, slinking down his body until she was positioned between his legs.
Her skin seemed to absorb the moonlight, making her look like some ancient forest spirit.
Without a word, she lowered her head, her pink tongue darting out to lick a slow, deliberate stripe up the underside of his semi-hard cock. He groaned, his hips twitching at the contact.
"Master," she whispered, her voice reverent, before taking him into her mouth. She didn’t hesitate, her lips stretching around his girth as she took him deeper and deeper.
*Glug, glug, glug.*
The sound was wet and obscene in the quiet night. She was a creature of dedication, and her efforts were entirely focused on his pleasure.
She took him to the hilt, her nose pressing against his base, and held him there, her throat constricting around him.
*Gasp, cough.*
She pulled back slightly, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft before she dove back down, her movements more confident this time.
Her hands weren’t idle; one cradled his heavy balls, rolling them gently in her palm while her fingers teased the sensitive skin behind them.
*Slurp, slurp.*
She alternated between taking him deep into her throat and lapping at his balls, her tongue swirling and flicking, driving him to the edge of sanity.
"Fuck," he grunted, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her movements. "Just like that, my dear wolf. Don’t stop."
He could feel his climax building, the familiar tightening in his balls, but he wasn’t ready for it to end.
With a firm tug, he pulled her off him, a disappointed whine escaping her lips. "Not yet, pet," he commanded, his voice husky with desire. "It’s my turn to taste you."
He flipped her onto her back, her pale body a vibrant splash against the dark moss. He spread her legs wide, revealing her glistening, pink core.
Her scent was intoxicating, a musky, sweet aroma that spoke of her arousal and the wildness of the forest around them. He leaned down, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh.
*Hiss.* She arched her back as his tongue made contact, a broad, flat stroke that parted her folds and delved into her depths.
He was a man possessed, devouring her with an almost feral hunger.
*Slurp, squelch.*
The sounds of his mouth on her were loud and messy, his tongue probing and exploring, tasting every inch of her. He found her clit, a small, hardened nub, and began to suck on it, his teeth grazing it lightly.
*Yelp!* "Master!"
She cried out, her body bucking against his face. Her hands flew to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she gripped him tightly.
Her thighs locked around his head, holding him in place, a desperate, silent plea for more. She was completely at his mercy, her body a vessel for his pleasure, and she loved every second of it.
*Pant, pant, pant.*
Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her hips grinding against his face as he drove her closer and closer to the edge.
He could feel her muscles tensing, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking faster, his lips sucking harder.
*Howl!* Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, a primal scream of pleasure that echoed through the forest.
Her body convulsed, her juices flooding his mouth as he drank them down, savoring her taste.
He didn’t stop, his tongue continuing to lash at her clit, prolonging her pleasure until she was a writhing, whimpering mess beneath him.
When he finally pulled away, his face glistening with her essence, she was completely spent, her body limp and boneless.
He crawled up her body, his lips claiming hers in a deep, passionate kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
"Master," she whispered, her voice a hoarse, breathy murmur. "That was... incredible."
They lay there for a long time, the only sound the soft rustle of leaves and the steady beat of our hearts, a testament to the wild, primal love they shared.
Anyways, we eventually arrived at the Armed Nation of Dwargon.
Unlike in the original story, there were no unexpected incidents waiting for us at the city gates.
No misunderstandings.
No needless provocations.
And certainly no arrogant adventurers looking for trouble.
Before we reached the entrance, I had subtly used a small amount of Perception Manipulation on the surrounding guards and civilians.
It wasn’t enough to affect their minds directly, merely a gentle nudge that made them view our group more favorably and ignore anything unusual about our appearance.
As a result, our entry into Dwargon went far more smoothly than it had in the original timeline.
The massive gates opened before us, allowing us to step into one of the greatest nations on the continent.
Rimuru looked around with obvious curiosity.
The city was bustling with activity.
Dwarves moved through the streets carrying weapons, armor, tools, and countless other goods. Merchants loudly advertised their wares while blacksmiths worked at blazing furnaces whose sounds echoed throughout the city.
The entire nation felt vibrant and alive.
"So this is Dwargon..." Rimuru muttered in amazement.
"It’s incredible."
I nodded slightly.
"It is one of the strongest and most prosperous nations in the region. Their craftsmanship is renowned throughout the world."
The goblins accompanying us looked equally stunned.
Many of them had never left the Great Forest of Jura before.
To them, the sight of towering stone buildings and crowded streets was almost unbelievable.
Rimuru spent several minutes looking around before finally regaining his composure.
"Alright."
The slime slapped his body dramatically.
"Let’s get the supplies we need and establish friendly relations with the dwarves!"
His declaration earned several enthusiastic nods from the goblins.
I merely smiled and followed behind him.
This visit marked another important step in the development of our village.
With Dwargon’s support, acquiring skilled craftsmen, proper equipment, and trade connections would become far easier.
And with the original incident avoided entirely, our negotiations would likely proceed much more smoothly than they had in the original story.
We can directly heal the dwarf brother’s with no other Problems.
And after that I should let them have the trial at king’s court that will be important for the future development of their relationship with Tempest.
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