Slowly pulling off her panties, I put it to one side of the bed. The moment I remove her panty, a musky scent wafts into my nose. The scent is that of a mature virgin that should have been longer eaten. You might be wondering if I am saying gibberish right... Well, let me burst your bubble.

Due to my thousand years of experience, I have developed an inner radar that can detect if a woman is a virgin. This is one of the techniques I see In my memories.

"Have you ever touched yourself down here?" I ask as I start circling my index finger around her clitoris that's poking out. Zamira's pussy is a bit bushy with hair running down from the base of her pussy down to the center of her ass. It looks kind of odd and unappealing. But what do I expect from a 300-year-old virgin? However, her pussy is very clean and well taken off nonetheless.

"Haaa~ Jake, don't ask that kind of question now... I have never touched myself down there, except when I am bathing..." Zamira replies while looking at me as I touch her clitoris.

"Is that it? It isn't as pleasuring as I thought, but it still tickles a lot," Zamira utters with curiosity on her face.historical

Hearing her words, I pause, raising my head to look at her. I can feel a large brick hit my ego and pride as the most perverted entity in the universe. Not even the god of pleasure can contend with me.

"Is that so? I guess, I'll have to be a bit unruly," I say, a grin forming on my face.

In the next moment, I start rubbing her clitoris in a fast motion that seems unexplainable without hurting her.

ραΠdαsΝοvεl ?οm "Fingers of pleasure..." I mutter, and a red aura starts dancing around my fingers. Due to my sudden change in motion, I see Zamira's face turn extremely red.

Fufufu...

Without wasting time, I shove my middle and ring fingers Into her sopping-wet pussy while my index and pink fingers rest on her labia.

"Aahan~" Zamira lets out a small voice upon my sudden action but quickly covers her mouth with her hand.

Hmph, I haven't even gotten started yet.

I start moving my middle and ring fingers up and down inside her pussy while the upper joint of my fingers continuously taps her g-spot the inside. Most people always get this simple technique wrong simply because they did not follow the protocols.

I increase my pace and continue to finger-fuck Zamira while I reach out to her tits with my left hand and cup them through her clothes.

"Aahan~ Jake...."

"Aahan~"

"I...I am feeling weird down there..." Zamira grabs the sheet of the bed lewdly while her body trembles in pleasure.

"S-Something is coming, Jake... Something is... Iyaaaaaaaaaan~~!!!!"

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Zagrath's heart aches as she hears her master's lewd moans from inside the room. She can't believe how her master has changed ever since that man came into her life. They used to be so close, but now it feels like there's a barrier between them.I think you should take a look at ραΠdαsnovel.cοm

"T-That perverted man! Since he came into master's life, she's been different. She doesn't even talk to me like before. My master I knew would never do such a thing. That man must have done something to her," Zagrath mutters to herself, her face burning with frustration and sadness.

Feeling hurt and left out, Zagrath decides to seek solace in the training field. She walks forward and sits down on the smooth, comfy grass that covers the field. Lying down, she gazes up at the sky, hoping to find some answers.

"I have only a few days left, and yet Master doesn't even care to spend time with me," she says with a heavy sigh. Tears stream down from the corner of her eyes, expressing her pent-up emotions.

Her heart feels heavy as she thinks back to the times when she and her master were inseparable. They used to train together, laugh together, and share their dreams. But now, it seems like everything has changed.

"Master, why won't you talk to me? Why won't you confide in me anymore?" Zagrath whispers, her voice filled with hurt and longing.

She thought she knew her master so well, but now it feels like there's a side of her that Zagrath doesn't understand. It's painful to see her master drift away, leaving her feeling lost and alone.

As she lies there, tears continue to fall, and she can't help but wonder if things will ever be the same again. She wants her master back, the one who would share her hopes and fears, the one who would listen and understand.

The thought of losing their bond terrifies Zagrath, and she can't bear the idea of being pushed aside for someone else. But she also knows that she can't force her master to open up to her. All she can do is wait and hope that their connection will be restored.

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My heart is still racing from the intensity of our intimate moment as I look at Zamira lying beside me, panting heavily. I can't help but smile at the sight of her, feeling a deep sense of connection and love.

"Haa~ Haa~ Haa~ that was intense..." Zamira mutters, her breaths slowly steadying. I reach over to gently stroke her hair, savoring the post-love-making tenderness between us.

Underneath her, there's a pool of strange liquid on the bed. I notice that the bedsheet doesn't soak up the liquid, and it's floating on the surface. It's quite a significant amount, about a litre.

"Fufufu, that should keep you satisfied until our wedding day, huh?" I say, teasing her playfully while raising an amused eyebrow.

Zamira chuckles softly, her face still flushed with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. "You certainly know how to please," she replies, her voice husky with emotion.

I lean over to place a soft kiss on her forehead, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. "And I promise our wedding night will be even more special," I say with a grin.

"Should we visit the king and talk to him about the event?" Zamira asks, her expression serious.

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