Grand Dad Is The Pervert God

Eros did not force her. Instead, he let her make the decision himself. It was true that he wanted to have her. But that did not mean he was a beast. If it were up to him, he would have better gone through the chase of the harder route.

He would have patiently enjoyed the difficult process of courtship that she would have most likely set before him.

like a treasure hunter going through a lot of hurdles before arriving at the box of gold, it would have felt a bit more worthy in his eyes.

However, that did not mean that any challenge she would have set in the first place would have been considered a challenge at all.

But it would have still been fun.

Right now, she was about to die, and Eros had to admit to himself that his energy had not reached a point where he could save her using other techniques he had.

The techniques he had displayed so far had all been brought down to their lowest ability. After all, they were all techniques that were used at god level.

Eros waited patiently for her to make up her mind.

A few enduring seconds passed. She could feel as the time drew on, her body shutting down slowly.

She braced herself as she nodded at him, "Okay! let's do it. But," she pointed her sword at him, "if you ever tell anyone about this, I'll have your head on the tip of my blade."

This was a funny joke. After all, Eros had defeated the shark man that had put her in such a miserable state. There was definitely no way that she was going to be able to beat him.

However, Eros understood what she meant. Then again, he never planned on telling anybody.

He could tell that her Chasity was very important to her. After all, it concerned her dignity as a woman.

He nodded, and then slowly, he used his fingers to brush the sword from his face.

"I will be gentle with you!" he whispered into her ears.

His words were gentle and understanding, and for some reason, she felt like it would not be such a bad idea if he was going to be this caring.

Eros removed his clothes slowly and then he approached her.

First, he brought her lush lips closer as his tongue first teased them by licking the lipstick on them.

It made her body shake a little. he could tell that she was still nervous. Slowly, he sank his lips in hers.

Only a few days ago, both of them had a kissing competition.

Back then, Eros had won with little effort regardless of the technique she had used.

Back then, she had been very curious to know how it was possible for him to have been that good.

A part of her might have wanted to kiss him then just to find out. But her pride would never let her ask.

And then there was that night when he took four of her crew members all alone, and left them well satisfied.

She might have been a commander and captain of the ship, but that did not mean that she never conversed with the crew members.

Her crew members had told her of the amazing things Eros had done to them and how he filled them up to satisfaction.

Curiosity as a mistress was always funny in her alluring ways.

At least now, she had the excuse of saving her life to have a first-hand experience of what she was missing out on.

Eros invaded the privacy of her soft lips and his tongue slid inside her mouth like how flowing water charged through cracks in the ground.

He did not rush it, but that did not mean that he did not guide and lead her pleasure the way he wanted.

It was only a kiss, and before he kissed her, she could smell the old man's smell of his body, but she would have sworn that the moment her tongue tasted his saliva, she felt like a child enjoying the tenderness of her mother's milk.

The smell to the taste. It was gentle and caressing on her tongue, and subconsciously, her throat moved and she swallowed some of the salivae he poured into her.

She could not help it.

How could she? it was so pleasing to her senses that when he parted ways with her lips, her head leaned forward to take more, and her taste buds mourned the loss of his tongue in her mouth.

If she had been any weaker, she might have fallen on the ground in regret.

She suddenly understood why her crew mates had behaved strangely that day. Such a good thing was just too good to be true.

There was no time. This was not like the time with the girls. As much as he would have loved to explore the contours of her flawless body, he had a much greater task of saving her life. the only reason he had kissed her, was to help her calm down her nerves, and also prepare her for what was about to come.

And then he brought it out.

His Proud member stood in front of her. It was a bit different than she thought. However, it was just as her crew members had described it.

it was not pointing straight up to the sky like a stick. However, it was very curvy, and it bent slightly to the left. Almost like it was about to make an unconventional bend.

However, it was thick and the rugged-zig zag veins popping on the body spoke volumes of how proud it was.

If it was a sword, then Commander half bra could bet that it would have been a weapon with no room for forgiveness.

After all, its width was thick, but its tip appeared a bit thicker.

It pointed at her, and she subconsciously swallowed her saliva. Her mind was still in a puzzle if her swallowing was because of her anticipation or fear of how this thing was going to dig into her.

He dropped his member on her face like the way a butcher would drop a thick slab of meat on a board.

"Are you ready?..."