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Profession, Merchant Volume 10 Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2023-10-18 13:52:30 +0000 UTCChapter 12 – Priestess, at the Land of Exile, V
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Combined with the distant sunlight, the priestess’ mind went almost completely blank. Her consciousness was wholly focused on the tips of her breasts, but for the first time in her life, every inch of her body seemed to be unconsciously following the path of conscious sexual pleasure.
The merchant gently cupped her nipples with his lips, flicked them again with his tongue, and gradually resumed his relentless torture.
“Ahhnn…”
The priestess’ sexual moans were modest, but they certainly had the reflexive, sensual sound of a woman in the prime of her life.
For a moment, she couldn’t believe the sound was coming from her own mouth.
It was as if all the seriousness of her usual voice had been stripped away, and, more worryingly, she was uttering words that were completely divorced from her mind’s intentions.
However, the priestess was soon forced to admit that it was definitely her own voice and that she felt as if her mind had been violated on a very serious level.
This is not who I am, she thought.
The priestess swore that she would never make any strange noises again.
“Fuaaah… aahh… ahn…”
But when the merchant’s tongue moved to the other nipple and licked it softly and warmly, a smooth electric current ran through her body, and the vow was easily broken.
“Ahhn… stop… I’m making… strange noises…”
The priestess is irresistibly frustrated by the “weird voices” she’s making, but she can’t help it and just jerks her body and wiggles her slender shoulders along with the sensation.
“Fuaah, ahhh, ahh… nmmm.”
The merchant pours his lips over the priestess’ lips again.
But at the same time, he also plays with both nipples with his fingers, squeezing them.
The rapid flicking of the nipples, lubricated and slippery with saliva, with both fingers gave her more provocative sexual sensations than the sucking of the lips.
“Mmm, kuchupu…”
And the moment he forcefully kisses the lips of the girl, who is jumping up and down with her sexual sensations, her lips open a little, her saliva drips down, and she breathes heavily. And just like that, the kiss suddenly becomes sexual.
The priestess’ tongue, which had been hesitant, relaxes and surrenders to the tangle of the kiss.
The priestess is no longer able to think clearly enough to feel ashamed or frustrated about anything.
All she could think about was: “Is this what it means to feel good?” as her cheeks blushed red.
Meanwhile, the merchant had stopped torturing her nipples and started rubbing her breasts, enjoying the feel of them. The kisses had already moved from her lips to her ample cheekbones and lovely earlobes.
And when he reached between the priestess’ legs with one hand, the merchant’s perverted eyes became sharper and hungrier, almost animal-like, probably because he could see the girl’s juices bubbling out of her crack, visible even through her panties.
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The priestess, like any other woman, possessed an acute sensitivity to each and every part and organ of her body that corresponded to her femininity.
Right now, the merchant is teaching those parts of hers what sexual pleasure is all about.
Something the merchant is very good at with his excellent sexual skills.
With eyes that always radiated a sharp and stern aura, combined with her outstanding magical abilities and high authority, the priestess naturally made the men of the world shy away from her.
But every time she felt a new pleasure from that man, this same unapproachable woman would jump and shiver helplessly, as if to remind herself that she was as flirtatious as any virgin you could find anywhere.
Which is also something that shows that the merchant is a man who is good at these things.
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The priestess is currently being stroked in her entire female genitalia from above her panties, on which its thighs are moving back and forth.
Though it was done gently, there was a hint of impatience in the movements, and soon the lips of the female organs, which had been closed inside, began to open.
A trickle of lovemaking fluid flowed out, wetting the surface of the beige panties.
But when the merchant put his hand on those panties and pulled them down – past the curve of her excellent thighs – he had a momentary hiccup.
“Wow. To think the priestess is the type to shave down here.”
The merchant exclaimed as soon as he saw what was underneath.
Yes, the priestess had a hairless pussy.
“Um, um… I don’t know why, but it just won’t grow.”
But instead of being embarrassed, the priestess just looked dejected.
The priest is now 19 years old. More than old enough to grow a bunch of those bushes.
But the priestess hasn’t been able to until now. That means she’ll probably never grow pubic hair for the rest of her life.
But from a boy’s point of view, that’s not so bad.
Just have a look at his perspective.
From the front, you can clearly see that her clitoris is now exposed and bare. The bush would cover this if she had pubic hair. In addition, her complexion is as white as a mountain of snow. Hence, the areas that are normally brown are now pink, and this, combined with the wrinkles at the top of her crotch, makes her even more cute and innocent but also somehow erotic.
“Mmm-hmmm…”
The merchant strokes and pokes her pubic mound, which would usually be covered with pubic hair, with his fingers as if amused.
“Sorry… I’m sorry for having a bald pussy…”
Meanwhile, the priestess apologizes profusely, as if she’s being accused of a crime for being hairless.
“It’s nothing to worry about. I’m fine with it.”
Seeing the priestess’ reaction, the merchant replies this.
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