Chapter 442: Ravel (Part 2)
Perhaps because Ravel was a young lady, raised in indulgence since childhood…
(Not in a derogatory sense, just literal.)
Or perhaps due to her higher cultivation level, even though all were youthful maidens, Haruto felt her skin was even more delicate and smooth than Isabela's and Xuelan's when he caressed her.
Not only that, but its firmness was no less impressive.
Xuelan and Isabela's skin already felt exceptional to the touch, yet Ravel surpassed them, making Haruto reluctant to let go as he stroked her meticulously.
In the bedroom filled with a maidenly aura, the ambiguous and alluring atmosphere continued to spiral upward.
After the warm-up with Isabela and Xuelan, by the time it was Ravel's turn, the atmosphere had just peaked.
The two beauties, already healed and fully satisfied, lay on either side of the large bed, leaving the prime central cultivation spot for their master… and their master's master.
Ravel's plump, rounded, snowy-white peaks swelled further under Haruto's caresses and gentle bites, the two tender pink buds encircled by a rosy halo standing erect in the air.
Haruto joyfully cupped Ravel's jade-white, hemispherical fullness in his hands, his palms freely caressing the tender snowy mounds on her chest. Meanwhile, his fiery, rigid arousal continued to slide and rub shallowly then deeply within her moist, pink crevice.
Haruto realized Ravel truly had potential. While concealed by her dress, it wasn't as apparent, but now that he was actually measuring with his hands, he found one palm could only cover just over half. For her age and delicate figure, this could truly be called "slender branches bearing abundant fruit."
While marveling, Haruto felt the rounded softness in his grasp—elastic, smooth, and warm—extremely pleasurable. He pressed and kneaded the beautiful girl's pale, plump snowy mounds forcefully left and right, causing the full, smooth peaks to indent and bulge alternately, with tender white flesh occasionally spilling through his fingers.
Gazing at the pearl-like, lovely pink buds swaying between his fingers, Haruto felt another urge to suckle. Without hesitation, he followed his inner desires, lowering his head to bury his face between Ravel's fragrant, abundant bosom.
A sweet, subtle fragrance seeped straight into his heart, stirring Haruto's spirits. With his lips, he captured the small, round cherry that Ravel had exposed, trembling with shyness. Then, he took it fully into his mouth and began sucking vigorously.
While sucking, Haruto licked the sensitive bud with his tongue, occasionally nibbling gently with his teeth. This made Ravel feel a tingling itch spreading across her chest, gradually extending throughout her body, shaking her mind with paralyzing pleasure.
As passion deepened, the young girl gently stroked Haruto's black hair with her slender jade-like hands while softly panting. "Ah... oh... mm... Lord Haruto... it feels so good... like this... so good..."
Ravel's frost-defying, snow-rivaling delicate face flushed red, her fragrant lips slightly parted as she moaned softly. The tender, pure little cherry in Haruto's mouth gradually grew firmer.
Hearing Ravel's moans, Haruto's heart also swayed with desire, vigorously rubbing his rigid, furious dragon against her small mound. "Ah..." Ravel's spring heart trembled, her delicate body quivering as a strong electric current shot through her lower garden, followed by dizziness and vertigo.
Sufficient foreplay had actually made the pure demon young lady climax slightly once. After the brief pleasure came an even more unbearable emptiness and loneliness.
Instinctively, Ravel rotated her rounded, perky pink hips downward to better rub against Haruto's fiery, rigid arousal. Though it was like scratching an itch through a boot, it was better than nothing, slightly relieving her heart's longing.
Ravel's delicate, fragile pretty face blushed with hidden spring passion, her cherry mouth emitting increasingly louder moans, her breathing growing rough. Haruto sucked and licked the girl's full, tender chest more forcefully, his large hands roaming all over her body.
Among them, the girl's pair of slender, long, pale, beautiful legs and small, adorable jade feet received the most attention. Her snow-white buttocks peaks rose and fell, her rounded, perky little bottom twisting and turning back and forth.
The pink, cute panties had unknowingly lost their last function, completely slipping from the girl's ankles and loosely dropping to the floor. Haruto had completely stripped the girl in his embrace, and the adorable, snow-white little lamb lay bare before his eyes.
Haruto took in the full sight of the golden-haired demon beauty—both sensual and alluring, yet still retaining the innocent charm of a maiden.
Beneath Ravel's abdomen grew a sparse patch of golden down. Though not completely bare, this newly bloomed garden of temptation held its own unique allure.
In truth, completely bare maidens were rare; most young women actively used magic to groom themselves.
Clearly, our usually sharp-tongued young mistress was unaware of this practice. Given Ravel's obsession with beauty and cleanliness, she would undoubtedly have maintained a smooth appearance down there otherwise.
Haruto's right hand kneaded the soft fullness of Ravel's chest while his left slipped beneath the skirt hanging at her waist, wandering around her garden, lightly teasing and stroking the moist petals at the entrance with his fingers.
Occasionally his thumb would brush against the slightly protruding pearl, while his middle finger gently slid toward the garden's center, probing and teasing until Ravel's delicate body trembled uncontrollably. Transparent, slick fluid surged forth like rushing tides as her cherry lips parted slightly.
"Mmm..."
Embracing Ravel, Haruto finally pulled off the fluffy pink princess dress completely, revealing the girl's perfect, sacred body.
The maiden's chest rose and fell rapidly, her delicate form quivering as her curvaceous, naked body was fully exposed. All her most enchanting and mysterious areas were completely visible to Haruto's gaze.
Her snow-white body lay pale and smooth, with a three-inch patch of light golden down below her flat abdomen, concealing a charming and mysterious slender pink crevice.
Witnessing Ravel's snow-white, voluptuous, and sexually mature maidenly form, the excitement in Haruto's heart continued to rise without subsiding.
Haruto once again grasped the beauty's full, round white mounds, gently kneading them.
Ravel felt a tingling numbness spread from her chest throughout her body, gradually weakening her limbs.
Haruto's hand moved to Ravel's jade-like back, caressing the pure white, smooth skin, clearly feeling the maiden's body responding noticeably to his fingers' touches as if fueling desire.
Slowly, Haruto's hand slid downward to Ravel's fragrant buttocks, firmly kneading the round, delicate pink hills.
Haruto found Ravel's small bottom incredibly tender and smooth, both perky and uplifted. After caressing for a while, his hand became reluctant to leave.
The maiden's soft moans gradually grew louder, prompting Haruto's hand to slowly slide across Ravel's buttocks.
As the girl's moans intensified, Haruto's movements grew more vigorous—light strokes turning into firm caresses, vigorously kneading the crystalline mounds that showed pink through their whiteness.
Leaning closer, Haruto gently kissed the area near Ravel's ear.
Unable to move her body, Ravel could only allow Haruto's hand to slide from her fragrant buttocks toward her inner thighs, moving toward the sensitive garden until finally cupping her jade gate between her beautiful legs.
Haruto pressed his lips against Ravel's cherry mouth, gently sucking.
The golden-haired twin-tailed sharp-tongued young mistress's face had turned completely flushed and feverish. Her body trembled incessantly, generating an inexplicable longing and anticipation for the coming invasion.
Feeling Ravel's body shaking uncontrollably, Haruto's fingers reached her garden.
So moist...
Haruto's other hand wandered above, kneading Ravel's full, soft snowballs and toying with the already hardened little cherries.
In the midst of intimate caresses, their positions gradually shifted until they settled into the traditional posture most suitable for dual cultivation.
The burning, swollen Haruto pressed against the maiden's Secret Garden, which was already incredibly moist and slick.
Haruto sensed Ravel was ready. With both hands, he parted her fragrant buttocks and placed her delicate, shapely jade feet upon his shoulders.
Haruto first gently rubbed within Ravel's jade groove, thoroughly wetting the entire dragon.
Ravel couldn't help but part her red lips with soft moans, her beautiful little face flushed with boundless springtime fervor.
Haruto continued his gentle friction, in no hurry to begin the cultivation.
He wanted to see if the proud, sharp-tongued demon young lady could cast aside all restraint before her master and reveal the desires buried deep within her heart.
Haruto slid twice within the jade groove, then teased twice over the jade bean, listening as Ravel's moans grew increasingly louder, which greatly stimulated him.
The long dragon could slide across Ravel's entire jade groove, occupying it completely—even the dragon's head could reach up to her adorable little navel.
The desires in Ravel's heart gradually swelled. The gentle sliding of Haruto within her jade groove made her feel intensely empty, her cute little mouth continuously emitting soft "mm, ah" sounds.
The maiden was utterly alluring, wishing to invite Haruto inside to formally begin their dual cultivation.
Yet she was too embarrassed to voice her plea, so she could only pout with her small mouth and gaze at Haruto with watery, enchanting eyes.
Haruto understood Ravel's gaze. He didn't continue to torment his adorable little Queen. As the young princess of the Phenex family, Ravel had already lowered her pride considerably in his presence.
Haruto aligned himself with the entrance, parting the tender, slick petals, then thrust forward in one motion, penetrating deep into the maiden's peach blossom passage.
"Ah... it hurts!"
As the saying goes, prolonged pain is worse than short pain.
But this short pain was truly painful. Even with thorough preparation before cultivation, facing Haruto's astonishing size, Ravel's tender and tight Secret Garden still struggled to endure.
A pained, delicate cry reached Haruto's ears. Between the maiden's thighs, spots of crimson—symbolizing purity—had seeped out, staining the pink-white bedsheets with striking clarity.
"Ah—!"
Hearing Ravel's cry, Haruto immediately halted his intended movements. He tightly embraced her tense body, his hands continuously stroking her smooth back, his lips repeatedly kissing her earlobes and snow-white neck, all to distract her from the pain radiating from her lower body.
At this moment, Ravel, her face contorted in pain, clung tightly to Haruto's body. Overwhelmed by the sensation, she instinctively opened her small mouth and bit down on his shoulder.
Only when a trickle of blood emerged did she realize what she had done. Flustered, she released her bite on Haruto's shoulder, looked up at him, and asked with a tense expression, "Lord Haruto, I'm sorry, are you alright? Does it hurt?"