Chapter 1257

Chapter 1257:

His hands roamed restlessly, slipping beneath my nightgown. His scorching palms traced the coolness of my skin as he explored, following the path of my smooth thighs until he reached the top. Then, he cupped my bottom firmly, fingers pinching and kneading the flesh. Slowly, he inched closer to my most private area, rubbing as he moved forward.

I found this side of Clayton a little unfamiliar. He had always been so composed and gentle before. Even during intimate moments, he stayed calm and incredibly tender. He was never so eager or frantic, as if he were about to swallow me whole.

“Clayton…” I struggled to catch my breath.

Just as I was about to speak, he sealed my lips once more. His hand, which had been lingering outside my most private area, no longer stayed there. Instead, it slipped beneath my panties. His dry, warm fingertips brushed against my sensitive skin, already damp with slick moisture.

They gently caressed, parting my folds and skillfully searching for the entrance. His index finger found the spot, circling before pressing inside. Clayton’s fingers continued to move within me, muffling my moans as he pressed his lips to mine.

I couldn’t hold out any longer. Very soon, I felt myself weaken, overwhelmed by the rising wave of desire. Seeing my flushed cheeks and glazed eyes, Clayton began to ease up, his kisses softening from passionate to tender, and his finger strokes growing gentler.

I let out a quiet laugh as my body tightened around his finger, playfully wrapping my legs around his arm.

“Come on…” I whispered.

“Alright,” he replied softly.

Clayton gave my lips another slow lick, his nose brushing gently against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body closer to his. I squirmed restlessly, eager for more.

Clayton pulled his fingers away, then lifted one of my legs up to his waist. Without delay, he slid down his pants, freeing his stiffened manhood. He bent his knees slightly, lining himself up with my center, and pushed his hips forward, sliding inside.

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I murmured as the warmth of his penis made my inner muscles tighten. A soft, high-pitched moan escaped my lips.

Clayton lifted my other leg, gripping my buttocks with both hands. Without thinking, he moved his hips again, instinctively seeking more. My insides felt completely soaked, slick and smooth, as though my passage had been flooded.

Clayton pushed into me and leaned in to kiss me once more. His tongue was gentle and quick, so different from his hard penis. It teased and licked inside my mouth, swirling before pulling back. He wrapped his tongue tightly around mine and sucked on my saliva.

“Mm… mm… mm…” My moans were muffled into soft sounds, rising and falling with Clayton’s steady, rhythmic thrusts. Strangely, I found the sounds pleasant to hear.

When Clayton finally pulled away from my mouth, my voice sounded clear and sweet, like a melody of pleasure. He cupped my buttocks, giving them a light, teasing slap. After that, he straightened up, still holding me as he thrust.

When his hand slapped my backside, I tensed up and clenched my inner muscles.

“Please, don’t hit. It hurts…” I begged softly.

Clayton didn’t say a word. Instead, he pushed himself deeper inside me. The repeated thrusts became too much to handle, and I had to lean against him, my body pressed tightly to his as we moved together in sync.v

He stood in the middle of the room, holding me close in his arms. His movements were wild and uncontrolled, pushing into me with abandon. His penis slid in and out of me rapidly, our passion spilling over like a flood. A warm, slick sensation wrapped around us both.

“Slow down… slow down…” I whispered, trying to catch my breath.

Clayton’s arms tensed but kept a firm grip on me. Upon hearing my protest, he eventually lowered me back onto the bed, his hands grabbing my ample breasts. He kissed the tips, then licked and sucked them with care. He paid close attention to both, moving his lips gently from one to the other until both nipples were pink and shiny.

As I lay on the bed, I waited for Clayton’s mouth to leave my chest. When he finally did, I saw his eyes locked onto mine. I instinctively averted my gaze, feeling shy.

“Stop staring at me like that…” I whispered, my voice trembling.

Clayton let out a soft chuckle. His hand slid down my waist, gently stroking my thighs. Then he grasped my legs and continued his eager movements.

His cheeks turned slightly red, and his eyes shimmered with desire. He looked completely captivated, as if addicted. His pace quickened, growing more passionate with every thrust.

Makenna’s POV:

The following morning, as the first rays of sunlight began to break through,

Dominic and I prepared to leave.

Karel’s potion had worked wonders, completely changing our appearance.

My hair was now a simple deep brown, and my face had lost its distinctive features. Dominic, too, had transformed, taking on the look of a pale young man, with even his usual bright green eyes now replaced by dark brown ones.

In the distance, the werewolf mountains loomed tall, their outline barely visible against the horizon.

These mountains were sacred to the werewolves, said to hold the ancient power and secrets of their kind.

As a result, Leonardo had stationed strong guards everywhere, ensuring the mountain range was locked down tight.

“Don’t forget, we’re siblings now,” I whispered to Dominic, tugging at my rough cloth dress as I spoke.

“Why not pretend we’re a married couple?” Dominic asked, furrowing his brow and speaking softly.

I shot him a sharp look, giving no answer.

He didn’t ask any more questions. Instead, he nodded and hunched his shoulders, adopting the posture of a weak older brother.

As we neared the royal city gates, my heart began to pound in my chest.

The soldiers at the gates stood on edge, clearly ready for anything.

Since the war had broken out in Marehelm, the checks here had become a lot tougher.

“Stop right there!” A large soldier stepped in our way. “You don’t seem like locals. What’s your business in the city?”

I quickly forced a smile. “My brother is sick and needs a doctor in the city.”

The soldier’s eyes scanned us, clearly unsure.

I quietly tugged at Dominic’s sleeve, and he quickly understood. He doubled over, coughing hard as if in agony.

I rushed to steady him, my voice trembling. “My dear brother! Are you alright? Hang in there…”

As I spoke, I glanced at the soldiers, my eyes brimming with tears. “Please, my brother is seriously ill. The doctor warned that if he doesn’t get treatment soon, he might not make it.”

At that moment, I let my voice crack just enough to make it seem real. Before I could say another word, the soldiers stepped back quickly, clearly scared of getting sick.

“Go on, go! Just don’t drop dead here,” one of them urged, waving us away.

I lowered my head, hiding the grin that threatened to show, and hurried into the city, helping the fragile-looking Dominic.

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