The Matriarch

Chapter 85 A hero's fall and surrender

“Is your pride truly worth it all this pain and suffering?”

Deshar murmured into the warrior’s ears, taking a nip of it to taste that delectable saltiness of his skin. She smiles, feeling that loud throbbing underneath his hard, muscular chest.

The male’s face twisted and twitch with each sensual touch, yet he did not fight back and remained steady, even when she began pressing her lips down his neck.

“Oh, Herlein, forgive me.”

Asron murmurs, his body stiffening from reacting to that pulsing sensation that was picking away the last ounce of his dignity.

The princess’ expression lit up, watching how the warrior winced in ecstasy, groaning at each brush of her tongue, a sign that he was surrendering to her whim.

At that point, she presses her mouth to his. He avoids her at first, unable to raise his head, yet he gladly accepts her second attempt.

Deshar moaned, tasting that exquisite lip of his, joyous at finally forcing the noble hero to give in to her.

She takes her time savoring the