Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man
Chapter 149: Sushi TUNA begin

Chapter 149: Sushi TUNA begin

The garment pooled at her feet, leaving her completely exposed. She glanced back over her shoulder at him, her pale eyes gleaming with an unreadable emotion.

"Well then, Veilwalker," she said, her voice carrying a note of finality that seemed to echo from beyond the grave, "let us begin the TUNA ritual. Let us see what new form of death and rebirth awaits us both."

Eren set down the goblet, still untouched, and steeled himself for what was to come. ’For my family,’ he reminded himself one more time. ’I can endure anything for them.’

Sushi turned her back fully to him, facing the dim chamber. Her white hair cascaded down her spine, a stark contrast to the pale, smooth skin of her back. Eren’s eyes traced the elegant line of her body. She was tall, as he had first noticed, but her build was different from Luna’s soft curves or Kiran’s lithe strength. Sushi possessed a full, rounded hip, a generous curve that flowed down into firm, shapely thighs. Her waist was narrow, emphasizing the swell of her buttocks. It was a body made of graceful lines, like an ancient statue, but with a surprising fullness that hinted at deep sensuality.

As his gaze moved lower, he saw it – a thin, jagged scar that ran from just below her left shoulder blade down towards her spine, almost like a lightning strike against her flawless skin. It was faint, old, but clearly visible, a single mark of imperfection on an otherwise perfect form. It made her seem more real, less like the cold marble he had first imagined.

"Come, Veilwalker," Sushi’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet it filled the room. She didn’t turn, her back still to him, her posture inviting. "Come, and grasp what is truly mine." Then, in a direct, commanding tone, she added, "Come, grab my butt, Veilwalker."

Eren felt a jolt. This was direct, even for her. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, then another. The air in the chamber seemed to thicken around him, growing heavy with unspoken desire. He watched the subtle shift of her hips, the way her rear seemed to beckon him. He reached her, his hands hovering for a moment. Then, with a sudden, decisive motion, he brought his palm down on her left ass cheek.

SMACK!

The sound cracked through the quiet chamber, loud and sharp, echoing against the stone walls. Sushi flinched, a small, involuntary shudder running through her body, but she didn’t move away. She held perfectly still, waiting.

Eren brought his other hand down, slapping her right cheek.

SMACK!

Again, the sharp sound, the subtle tremor in her frame. He ran his hands over the warm, soft flesh, feeling the firmness beneath. He kneaded her buttocks gently, then squeezed, pulling her back against him. His dick, already hard, pressed against her naked ass, a firm presence between them.

He leaned in, burying his face in her long white hair, inhaling the faint scent of something cold and clean, like moonlight on snow. He brought his lips to her neck, just below her ear, and traced a line with his tongue. Sushi shivered again, a deeper, more pronounced tremor this time.

"Mmm..." she moaned softly, a breathy sound that was almost swallowed by the silence of the room. Her body leaned back into him, yielding to his touch.

He began to kiss her neck, slow and tender, tasting her skin. He moved from the delicate curve behind her ear down to the sensitive hollow of her throat. Each kiss was gentle, lingering, designed to draw out every sensation. Her skin felt cool at first, then warmed beneath his lips. He felt the rapid pulse beating at her neck, a sign of her rising excitement.

As he kissed her neck, his hands, still cupping her ass, moved. He slid them around her hips, across her belly, and up to her breasts. His fingers closed over their fullness from the front, gently kneading them, feeling their soft weight. Her nipples were already hard, little pebbles beneath his palms. He stroked them with his thumbs, causing her breath to hitch.

"Ohh... Eren..." she whispered, her voice a little stronger now, tinged with a delicate pleasure. Her entire body seemed to flow with his movements, a graceful dance of desire. She leaned back more heavily into his embrace, melting against him, allowing him to hold her completely.

He continued to kiss her neck, trailing his tongue down to her shoulder, then back up to her ear. His hands continued to play with her breasts, gently squeezing, lifting, feeling their soft firmness. He felt her nipples grow even harder under his touch, begging for more. He spent a long, unhurried time just holding her, kissing her neck, and playing with her breasts, letting the tension build slowly between them.

Her moans grew, becoming softer, more continuous, a low, contented hum. He could feel her body softening, her breathing deepening, lost in the sensations. He felt the raw power of her giving in to his touch, a surrender that was as seductive as any command.

He pulled back slightly, his lips now hovering just by her ear. He whispered into her ear, his voice low and rough, filled with a primal hunger.

"Turn, face me. Let me see your deathly body, Sushi."

Sushi’s breath hitched at his words, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She slowly, deliberately, began to turn in his arms. Her movement was fluid, graceful, like a shadow shifting in the dim light. Her white hair swirled around her shoulders as she faced him fully, her pale eyes now locked onto his, gleaming with an intensity that rivaled his own.

Her hands, cool and delicate, rose to cup his face, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. Her thumb brushed over his lips, a soft, teasing touch. He felt the warmth of her naked body pressing against his, every curve molding to his frame.

Then, she brought her mouth to his. It was not a rough, demanding kiss like Luna’s, nor the teasing nip of Kiran’s. Sushi’s kiss was slow, deep, and utterly consuming. Her lips were soft, cool at first, then warming as they melded with his. She kissed him with a quiet hunger, her tongue gently exploring the seam of his lips, inviting him in.

He responded, parting his lips, and her tongue, surprisingly soft and agile, slipped into his mouth. It tasted of nothing he could name, yet it was intoxicating, like a whisper of frost and shadow. Her tongue danced with his, a slow, sensual rhythm that drew him deeper into her unique world. She tasted like the cool, crisp air before a storm, a hint of something ancient and beautiful.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even tighter against his hard body. He felt the full, soft weight of her breasts press against his chest, their hardened nipples brushing against him, sending shivers through his core. Her hips moved subtly against his, a gentle grind that ignited a fresh fire in his loins.

The kiss deepened, becoming a long, languid exchange of breath and taste. She leaned her head back slightly, pulling him with her, her neck arching, as their mouths remained fused. He could feel her fingers still cupping his face, her touch both gentle and firm, anchoring him to her. Her thumbs caressed his cheeks, sending ripples of sensation through him.

He pulled back slowly, their lips parting with a soft, wet sound. Her eyes, still heavy-lidded, gazed up at him, dark with desire. Her breath came in soft, shallow gasps, mingling with his. A faint blush now dusted her pale cheeks, a rare splash of warmth that made her seem more alive. He could feel the soft thrum of her heart against his chest, a steady beat that spoke of life within her cool exterior. He lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the delicate curve of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, and the subtle movement of her belly as she breathed.

He leaned in, his lips brushing hers once more, his voice a low, rough whisper.

"Let me make you feel good."

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