Reincarnated In Testament Of New Devil

Basara and Brynhildr engaged in a passionate kiss, while spreading their hands on each other's bodies. Basara grabbed Brynhildr's b.r.e.a.s.ts through the robe. Her b.r.e.a.s.ts were extremely soft and had a plushy feeling to them. They were soft to the touch as Basra felt his fingers sink into them. Her b.r.e.a.s.ts so large that his hands couldn't cover their size. Her b.r.e.a.s.ts were even larger than Afureia's and Mio's. Her n.i.p.p.l.es became harder and erect as they could be seen through her robe. Basra used his thumb and index finger to pinch her n.i.p.p.l.es as Brynhildr released a loud m.o.a.n. Basara then then clenched her robe and tore it apart revealing her n.a.k.e.d figure.

He turns her around to face him as her b.r.e.a.s.ts pressed against his c.h.e.s.t. Brynhildr took of his shirt, revealing his lean and muscular figure with ten pack abs. His arms were lean but they also had toned muscles. Seeing Basara's amazing figure could make any girl drool. Brynhildr s.e.xily bit her lower lips as she spread her hands around his abdomen, touching his abs. Her n.a.k.e.d b.r.e.a.s.ts were pressed against his b.a.r.e c.h.e.s.t. Brynhildr lifted her face to look at Basara's light green eyes which were a soar color to her own. She tightly hugged him, feeling his hot body against her soft flesh. She walked his lips as she intertwined her tongue with his in a battle of tongues

Basara reciprocated Brynhildr's passionate kiss as he s.u.c.k.e.d on her tongue. His hands were on her a.s.s as he fondled her plump a.s.s cheeks. He slightly pinched her flesh while spreading his fingers and clenching them on her a.s.s. In response Brynhildr released loud m.o.a.ns feeling Basara's large hands on her b.u.t.t. Both of them kept looking at each other's eyes, while touching each other's bodies. Basra could see a deep fervour in her eyes as his own hands began moving intensely on her b.u.t.t.

"Aaah~ Master, don't be so rough~!" Brynhildr released a loud m.o.a.n as Basara didn't stop moving his hands. He then pushed her down s both of them fell on the bed with Basara being on top. Basara separated his lips from hers as he pushed his face on her neck. He inhaled the floral scent of her Jade white hair. Her scent was like an aphrodisiac that clouded his mind as Basara couldn't help but remark.

"You smell so good, Brynhildr. I can't stop myself from inhaling your scent." In response, Brynhildr just gave a soft m.o.a.n. Basara used his tongue to lick her neck as he planted his lips on her collarbone. He s.u.c.k.e.d on her collarbone as he also used his teeth to softly bite her flesh. He planted hickeys on her neck and collarbone to mark her as his woman. Basara then continued downwards while planting soft kisses on her body until his face came to a stop in front rod her b.r.e.a.s.ts. He couldn't help but stare at her magnificent b.r.e.a.s.ts that were larger than watermelons. He couldn't help but feel proud that from today onwards these b.r.e.a.s.ts will belong to him. A sense of pride and accomplishment appeared in his mind as such a beautiful woman would be his.

A grin appeared on Basara's face as planted his lips on soft b.r.e.a.s.ts. He licked her white b.r.e.a.s.ts by rolling his tongue on her soft flesh, covering them with his saliva. He shifted his attention to her rosy pink n.i.p.p.l.es that were standing straight, as if begging to be s.u.c.k.e.d. Basara s.u.c.k.e.d on the n.i.p.p.l.e of her left b.r.e.a.s.t while using his hand to fondle and her right b.r.e.a.s.t. He traced her pink a.r.e.o.l.a with his tongue as Brynhildr continued to release continuous m.o.a.ns.

He licked her n.i.p.p.l.e with enthusiasm as his rolled on her n.i.p.p.l.e. He then planted his lips on her n.i.p.p.l.es as he suked on them very hard. Brynhildr continued m.o.a.ning as she put her hand on his head. She stroked his hair lovingly as she said "Aah~...You're s.u.c.k.i.n.g my b.r.e.a.s.ts just like a baby. You act...Aaah~..tough, but you're so cute...mhasterrr~~"

Basara showed a rare blush on his face when he heard her words. It was obvious that she was trying to tease him, but her words were indeed the truth. He was always trying to be tough and strict on front of others. Basara doesn't like to kill, that's why he tries to act cold in front of his opponents. Sometimes he genuinely feels cold hearted when he he faces opponents that are evil to the core. But most of the time, he just puts up a face of being cold-hearted. At the end of the day, he is just a traumatized child who is trying to act tough. Brynhildr giggled at Basara's reaction as she continued to lovingly stroke his hair while showing an affectionate smile.

"Master, I am your sword. I can feel all of your emotions. Till today almost every emotion I've gotten from you has been negative. All of them being sadness, despair, pain and coldness. I've only ever felt positive emotions from you is when you are with your friends and family. You always ear the burdens of your companion, but you never share your own burdens with anyone..." As Basara heard Brynhildr's words, an indication frown appeared on his face. He didn't want to talk about these things now. Brynhildr who could feel her master's emotions pushed his face in between her b.r.e.a.s.ts as she said "Master, please share with me...your pain. I might not be able to bear your burdens, but I can at least ease them a bit and bring you comfort...even of it's not much."

"Shut up." Basara said as he couldn't take it anymore. Her words instead of comforting her were having the opposite affect. He was getting a bit angry. Why is he getting angry? Basara knows that Brynhildr is trying to comfort him. But he just doesn't know how to react in this situation. A boy who was always alone, who was always depended on. How could he suddenly depend on someone? How should he react? Basara didn't want to talk about his past, he didn't want to face his past. In this situation, his brain was generating anger in his mind so that he could avoid this situation entirely.

Brynhildr was surprised that her master was getting angry. But in the next moment, she wasn't so surprised anymore. She understood that her master didn't want to talk about his pain, he didn't like this situation one bit. Yet even so, sh just hugged him even tigter while sharing her body heat with his as she never stopped c.a.r.e.s.sing his hair.

When Brynhildr hugged him even tighter, Basra didn't know what to do. His earlier anger felt like an illusion as it was replaced by guilt. Brynhildr was just trying to comfort him, but he ended up lashing out on her. But what could he do? He doesn't want anyone else to know about his past and neither does he want them to know that he's weak. Basara was beginning to panic as he didn't know how to respond to Brynhildr. He was getting increasingly afraid that his earlier anger might have hurt Brynhildr a bit. What of she abandons him due to it? Even though he knew what he was thinking was illogical, he just couldn't think of anything else.

Brynhildr sensing her master's fear and panic lifted his face and kissed his forehead. She said "Master, don't be afraid. I could never get mad at my most beloved master. I'm jus worried about you."

"I-I know...but....but.." Brynhildr didn't let Basra continue to speak any further as she put her finger on his lips.

"Shhh. You don't have to tell me anything. Just let it all out, let your emotions flow." Brynhildr continued to stroke his hair as she said this in a soothing voice. Basara felt a bit grateful that she wasn't pursuing the reason for all the pain in his heart. He felt very guilty that he felt angry at her and that he thought that she might leave him. Even now she she showed a loving smile with concern filled eyes as we continued stroking his hair in an attempt to comfort him.

Basara d codes that just for now he would let his emotions flow. Only for the time being he will release a tiny bit of his pent up emotions. Basara nuzzled his face in between her b.r.e.a.s.ts as tears began to drop from his eyes. He wrapped his arms around her waist as if he was afraid of separating from her. In Basara's heart, nothing mattered right now. The only that mattered was that his beloved sword and Valkyrie, Brynhildr, was holding him in her arms trying her best to comfort him as he released a tiny fraction of his pent up emotions. Basra cried in her arms for the better part of an hour until finally calming down. He just continued hiding her while feeling her soft b.r.e.a.s.ts against his face and her warn hand stroking his hair and back.

Slowly Basara's breathing started becoming ragged. Now that Brynhildr had comforted him, he wanted to return the favor. All this time, he showed her his weak did wand his tears. Now he wanted to show her his strength and his passion. He wanted her to see how much he loved her. , how much she meant to him. Without waiting any further, Basra pressed his lips against hers as both of them engaged in a passionate battle of tongues. Basara removed his pants and boxers. His member spring free from the restriction of his boxers as it stood tall like the Eiffel Tower. Brynhildr released a loud yelp as she felt an extremely hot object pressed against her abdomen.