Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points! - Chapter 185

Chapter 185: • A Holy Union… Sort Of (+18)

The prismatic glow of the chandelier bathed Isode’s chambers in a soft, shifting light, its delicate rays dancing across the white linens of her modest bed.

The air was thick with warmth, scented with jasmine and the quiet sounds of their shared breaths.

Arkanos sat on the edge of the bed, his emerald eyes gleaming with a playful, predatory glint as he gazed down at Isode, who crouched before him, her silk robes pooling around her knees like spilled moonlight.

His hands moved slowly, tugging down his pants to reveal it, his throbbing length popping out before her. Isode’s violet eyes widened, her breath hitching as she knelt closer, her delicate hands clutching the edges of her robes.

She swallowed hard, her voice trembling. “It’s… massive.”

She hesitated, her flush deepening as she looked up at him, still a bit nervous.

“What… what should I do now?”

Arkanos’s lips curved into a soft smirk. “What lovely curiosity,” he murmured. He leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Well, I believe this is the part where you use that mouth and those lovely breasts of yours to please me.”

Her eyes widened for a fleeting moment, a look of surprise flashing across her face.

The boldness that had carried her to this point wavered, but only briefly. She met his gaze, her lips parting. “I… understand,” she said softly, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and courage.

Isode’s fingers moved slowly, almost reverently, to the ties of her top. The silk loosened under her touch, sliding down her shoulders to reveal the full, generous curves of her breasts, their soft weight catching the chandelier’s light in a mesmerizing glow.

She straightened, her breath quickening, her eyes locked on Arkanos’s, searching for his approval, her vulnerability and desire laid bare before him.

Her breath hitched as she leaned in closer, her violet eyes fixed on Arkanos’s throbbing length.

With a gentle grace, she guided it between her breasts, the soft, warm curves enveloping him as she pressed them together.

The heat of his arousal pulsed against her skin, a stark contrast to the cool air of the chamber, and she couldn’t help but notice the scent—strong, musky, and undeniably present. Her thoughts swirled.

‘Is this what a man smells like? It’s… weird yet… intoxicating. I… I… might get used to it.’

She gazed at him, her cheeks flushed, her mind caught in a haze of curiosity and growing desire.

The chandelier’s prismatic light cast soft patterns across her skin, highlighting the delicate tremble in her shoulders as she held him there, entranced by the moment.

Arkanos’s voice broke through her reverie, low and teasing, with a hint of impatience.

“What are you waiting for head pristess? You’re supposed to stroke it.”

Isode’s eyes widened, a fresh wave of heat flooding her face. “R-right.”

She began to move, sliding her breasts upward and downward in a slow, delicate motion, the friction sending a shiver through her.

Hesitantly, she extended her tongue, the tip brushing against him in a tentative lick.

The taste—salty, warm, and wholly new—flooded her senses, and her thoughts raced.

‘It’s… strange, but… not unpleasant. So this is him.’

Her movements grew steadier, her tongue tracing delicate circles as she explored, her breasts maintaining their pace.

Isode’s breath grew shallow as she leaned closer, her lips parting to take him into her mouth. She began to suck gently, her movements tentative at first, guided by instinct and the heat of the moment.

The warmth and weight of him filled her senses, and she felt a flutter of nervous excitement as she adjusted to the sensation.

Arkanos’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, his right hand sliding into her hair, fingers threading gently through the soft strands.

“That’s it,” he murmured, again with that teasing warmth.

“No teeth now, alright?”

Isode’s violet eyes flicked up to meet his, a brief, silent acknowledgment as if to say yes. She quickly refocused, her lips moving with confidence; the rhythmic motion of him sliding up and down in her mouth was oddly satisfying.

‘It’s… easily filling my mouth. The length and thickness of it… and the taste… it’s strange, but… pleasing. I like it.’

Her thoughts wandered further, a flush of heat spreading through her as she wondered, ‘I’m curious how it would feel… if it went inside me…’

The thought sent a feeling of arousal coursing through her, and she felt her already damp undergarments grow slicker, her arousal fluids beginning to drip, a few warm trails tracing down her inner thighs.

Arkanos’s breath grew heavier, a faint grit in his teeth as he spoke. “Faster.”

Isode’s violet eyes flicked up briefly, her heart racing as she obeyed, increasing the speed of her movements.

Arkanos placed his other hand on her head, his fingers tightening in her hair, a gentle but firm grip that sent a shiver down her spine. She felt the heat of his length intensify, the sudden twitch of it against her tongue.

Without warning, Arkanos’s grip tightened as he shoved her head down, the full length of him sliding deep into her mouth, pressing into her throat. Isode’s eyes widened in shock, a short feeling of panic as she struggled to breathe, the overwhelming sensation flooding her senses.

His grip held her steady, and she felt his balls tighten beneath her jaw, his length throbbing powerfully.

In the next instant, a warm, thick rush erupted inside her, spewing continuously as his body tensed, each pulse filling her throat with a strange, intoxicating heat.

The sensation was overwhelming, oddly pleasing, and it pushed her over the edge.

A sudden, shuddering orgasm tore through her, her fluids splattering onto the floor beneath her. Her body trembled, her thighs wet as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed her.

After a couple of seconds, Arkanos eased his grip, slowly pulling out. A final spurt caught her off guard, streaking across her face as she coughed, her breath ragged, her cheeks flushed with a look of shock and lingering pleasure. She blinked up at him, her violet eyes wide, her lips parted as she caught her breath, the prismatic light casting delicate patterns across her skin, highlighting the faint sheen on her face and the disheveled strands of her hair.