Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

John leaned into Emma's ear and asked with a light chuckle, "Is this tantalizing little number designed to ensnare me?" 

Emma hummed softly, a feeling of indescribable embarrassment overwhelming her so much that she couldn't answer John's question. 

She was scorched by an unknown intense flame; her hair, still smelling of shampoo, was scattered messily on the bed, her legs curled tightly together, as if resisting some force, yet seemingly reveling in the refreshing rain after a prolonged drought.

Not getting an answer, John pinched her tender cheek hard. 

She let out a soft moan, "Mmm~~". 

Emma opened her almond-shaped eyes and glared at John, her jade hands suddenly twisting John's arm hard. 

"You big jerk, pretending not to know..."

John smirked and adjusted to a more comfortable position, his large hand covering one of her firm, lofty breasts. 

He unconsciously brought his hand back to his nose, sniffing the intoxicating youthful scent lingering on his fingers that had touched Emma. 

The scent sent him into a state of infatuation and excitement, heating up his entire body. 

There was a mysterious feeling in his lower body, as if a powerful force was eager to erupt...

In John's mind, he had granted himself immense space for imagination, and this imagination drove him to extend his hand once again, gently placing it on her soft chest. 

Emma shivered all over, her hands instinctively held John's head tightly, with such strength as if she wanted to meld John into her body.

John heard her breathing getting heavier and more hurried, the soft moaning sound, and the rustling of her body on the bed. 

His large hand was gently caressing Emma's soft chest back and forth. 

Her body was reciprocating up and down ceaselessly.

From her shoulders to her cleavage, to her nipples, underarms, lower abdomen, and waist, every part of her skin was tender and voluptuous, full of dynamic and elastic sensation. 

Emma was constantly changing positions. 

When lying on her back, her twin peaks remained upright and firm.

John suddenly pinched her tender nipple softly, Emma, who was already incredibly sensitive, jolted as if struck by electricity. 

Her eyes closed tight... 

"Mmm... Ah... Mmm... Ah... Oh... Yeah..." 

After a short while, her nipples were as erect as red dates...

John once again blocked Emma's lips with his, his tongue drilling deep into her mouth, entangling with her little fragrant tongue. 

Emma's beautiful eyes were filled with waves of emotion, she lightly pounded John's sturdy back, then forcefully embraced his waist, her fingernails dug into his flesh due to the excessive force.

John's shirt had somehow been shed, his bare upper body lay on Emma's chest, constantly rubbing against her twin peaks, skin to skin without any barriers, warm and soft... 

John greedily suckled on her fragrant tongue, her red lips, her earlobe, and her neck, while she actively caressed John's hair and shoulders, the room filled with her sweet moans, "Yi... Ya... Mmm... Ah..."

John's hand roamed her waist, because the bathrobe had been fully undone by John, leaving only a small corner of fabric covering some secret parts of her tantalizing body. 

John buried his head downwards, pulling off those remaining corners with his teeth on the way down, finally drawing her tender nipple into his mouth...

Suckling on one side and lightly biting on the other, Emma's hands also wrapped around John's neck, tightly, her legs locked together... 

Even though he was very excited, John was still a veteran of the romantic battlefield. 

Especially skilled in foreplay, he didn't rush to the main act, but continued his tantalizing movements.

Sometimes he gently licked around Emma's nipples, sometimes he suckled on the areola with his lips, sometimes he fiercely pressed the breast with his chin and nose, and as for his hand, it had unconsciously slid to her lower abdomen... 

He inserted his pinky into the elastic thong, sliding it around from her buttocks, waist, and lower abdomen.

Emma suddenly bit John's ear hard, her arms tightly wrapping around his neck, trying her best not to make any noise. 

But her body's sensitive response, the moans of happiness and pain mixed with her panting, still inevitably escaped.

John smirked, moving his hand to her leg, beginning to caress her snow-white slender thigh.

Emma constantly shifted to match the man's caress... 

Sliding up the thigh, the inner thigh was warm, soft, and damp. John's large hand slowly moved upwards, his thumb once again touching the sexy thong, making Emma shudder all over. 

This girl tried to use her hand to fend off the sliding hand, but she had no strength left, haphazardly clawing and hitting John's hand.

John ignored Emma's resistance and the tight squeeze of her legs, persisting in his firm yet gentle caresses. 

Emma knew resistance was futile, maybe she never had the intention to resist in the first place, everything she did was just instinctual behavior out of embarrassment. 

The girl had no choice but to once again tightly hold onto John's neck, as if only this way she could find a sense of security. 

A smile crept up on John's face, his hand exerting a little force, directly prying open her tightly closed legs.

He gently touched the narrow panties, the wet panties pressed tight against Emma's privates... 

John hooked the edge of the thong covering her privates with his index finger, then suddenly let go. 

The thong immediately snapped back, making Emma gasp in surprise. 

John smirked, his fingers continuing to caress around the edge of her underwear, his tongue had already sneakily made its way to her lower abdomen, slowly licking its way to her private parts...

Emma could no longer reach John's neck with her hands, so she grabbed the pillow next to her, holding it tightly against her chest... 

She could no longer bite John's arm either, so she bit her own lower lip... 

John's lips moved to the inner thigh, his tongue met the little black thong, at the same time, he also smelled a scent, not floral, but more beautiful, more alluring...

John started to lose his mind, becoming a little crazy... 

He bit the edge of her underwear and pulled it aside, her tender labia were suddenly exposed, the moist pink labia were full of wet marks, under the dim light they shimmered, sparse and curly soft pubic hair also stuck to the small crevice due to the wetness. 

Although the two labia were pressed tight, they still could not contain the sparkling liquid slowly flowing out from below...

John tried to flick his tongue up the crevice from the point of the flow... 

"Mmm... ya..." A moan escaped from Emma, she knew she couldn't control herself, quickly shoved the pillow to her mouth, biting tightly onto the pillowcase, burying her whole face in the pillowcase, trying hard to hold her breath. 

The large bed was shaken by her trembling body, her legs had unconsciously opened wider.

John deliberately ignored her cries, rubbing his nose against her tiny slit, and his tongue gently teased below, at the same time, one of his hands tugged at her panties, while the other stayed between her breasts kneading... 

"Mmm... mmm..." 

From the pillowcase came occasional moans: "...ah..."

Hearing her like this, John already had an urge, his lower abdomen swelling due to the surging blood, making his member swell to an exaggerated extent, even causing a slight ache.

The taut underwear couldn't contain it completely, as it snuck out from the side, proudly in between John's legs... 

John tried to tuck it back into his underwear, but discovered a shiny stream also trickling from the standing dragon's head... 

John's remaining sanity clearly knew that this was due to the intoxicating scent from the privates in front of him, and more so due to the influence of the girl's super soft, slightly open yet closed, budding labia...

John had no time to attend to the changes in his own penis, using the hand that was pulling at the panties, he gently pried open her two labia. 

All that could be seen was the shy little red labia hiding inside, the gushing liquid seemed to be coming from it, standing above it, was a tender bud-like clitoris. 

John took it into his mouth to suckle, Emma then instinctively clamped this man's head between her legs...

John's head buried between this girl's legs, the sound that came out was somewhat muffled: "Silly girl, are you planning to explode my head with your legs..." 

Emma chuckled, her legs slowly, boldly spreading, John was gently licking, as if tasting the greatest delicacy in the world. 

Accompanied by soft moans, Emma also began rhythmically cooperating with the kisses down there...

The tongue alternated between soft and hard, changing endlessly. 

Along the direction of the flow, John wanted to find the den of the dragon, but only saw the stream, no trace of any opening... 

He probed with his tongue, forcefully poking the place where the stream was, only to see Emma sharply contracting her buttocks, reaching out to grab John's hair, and began to randomly caress his head.

John's tongue once again slowly pushed inwards, bit by bit, only to feel his wide tongue also squeezed narrow, and a slight pain. 

Emma reached out with both hands, holding John's cheeks and pulling upwards, John knew she was hinting at him, needing a more satisfying action to happen. 

Looking at the moist privates, John reluctantly lifted his head...