Chapter 51: The Night We Became One
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This Chapter contains NSFW scenes. Please be mindful of your surroundings before reading.
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My fingers traced the soft curve of Sera’s hip. The subtle hum of the room seemed to amplify the shallow catch in her breath.
"Huhhff.."
I activated soft touch(F).
Her body, beneath my touch, jerked, a quick, involuntary spasm that rippled through her.
"Hhmm.."
Her lips parted, a soft gasp escaping, growing louder, more ragged with each exhalation. Her chest rose and fell, a frantic rhythm against me, her breasts, full and yielding, heaving with the effort.
I breathed against the delicate skin of her neck, my face moving, a slow exploration of the hollow beneath her ear. She twitched again, a shiver running down her spine, and her arms, slender and strong, wrapped tighter around me, pulling me closer still.
"Mmm..." The sound, a low hum, vibrated against my chest as she pressed her entire length into mine. Her soft, delicate breasts, warm and yielding, flattened against me.
I brought my lips to her neck, tracing a path upward, a slow ascent toward her mouth. Her lips met mine, a series of hesitant brushes. Once. Twice. Then again. But the hunger, a raw, primal force, ignited in her.
Her neck arched, an urgent surge, and her mouth, hot and demanding, locked onto mine. Her hands, now around my neck, tightened, pulling me deeper into her embrace.
Her tongue danced with mine, a passionate battle for dominance.
"Mmmhh.." "Mnn"
I no longer needed my arms to support myself; her body wrapped around me from below, holding me suspended.
My right arm drove beneath the hem of her skirt, tracing the silk-smooth skin of her thigh. A tremor ran through her, a delicious shiver that I felt deep in my own core.
Her legs tightened around my waist, pulling me even closer, an unspoken plea. My left hand found its way to her right breast. I cradled its exquisite softness, my thumb brushing over the taut peak, then a gentle squeeze, a playful pinch.
"Mmmphh..." The sound, muffled and thick, escaped into our kiss. Her lips, swollen and glistening, reluctantly pulled away from mine.
"Huff... huff..."
A ragged breath, then another, hissed between her teeth. But I offered her no time to rest.
My right arm, still under her skirt, found the delicate lace of her underwear.
"Ru..." The word caught in her throat, a strangled sound that morphed into a soft, drawn-out "Ahhnnn.."
My fingers found their target, a soft, yielding warmth. Her eyes fluttered shut, darting to her mouth, a desperate attempt to stifle the moan that threatened to erupt.
My fingers, now undid the small, pearl buttons of her knee-length dress. The fabric slid down her porcelain skin, revealing the smooth expanse of her shoulders, then the pale swell of her breasts as they popped free.
She squeezed her eyes shut, her other arm thrown across her face, as if to hide from the intensity.
"Huff.."
"Huhhmm.."
"Hhnn.."
Her breaths came in sharp, shallow exhales, each one fanning the rising heat between us.
My left arm returned to its task, my thumb and forefinger teasing the sensitive peak of her right nipple, rolling it gently.
Meanwhile, my right hand, still buried in the folds of her skirt, slowly, deliberately, slid her underwear down. The silky barrier slipped past her hips, gathering around her knees.
Then, my finger, slick with her wetness, found the opening. Her entire body convulsed, a violent shiver that shook her from head to toe.
"Ahhnnn.."
A gasp tore from her, her body contracting around my invading finger. Her tongue, a pink dart, involuntarily flicked out from between her lips, a silent testament to the shock.
"Ahhnnn... Mnn..." The moans, soft at first, then swelling, rumbled from her throat. Her breasts, full and heavy, heaved with each breath in my grip.
My head descended toward her left breast, my mouth finding its sensitive nipple.
I closed my lips around it, drawing it in, a gentle suckling.
"Ahhnnn... Ahnnn..." Her cries, now unrestrained, echoed in the quiet room. Her arms, a powerful embrace, tightened around my neck, her fingers digging into my skin, clinging to me as if I were her only anchor in a rising tide of sensation.
I continued to suckle, a rhythmic pull that sent shivers through her, her hips instinctively pushing against my hand, a silent plea for more.
My finger, now deeper, explored the slick, hot channel, finding the sweet spot, a small, sensitive knot that made her gasp.
Her body arched, her breath catching in her throat.
"Oh, Rune..." Her voice, a ragged whisper, was barely audible. My tongue flicked out, tracing the curve of her collarbone, tasting the salt of her skin, the faint scent of her perfume tickled my nose.
My finger inside her began a slow, deliberate circle, a gentle exploration that made her hips buck. Her legs, still wrapped around my waist, squeezed tighter, her inner thighs trembling against my own.
I felt the wetness bloom, a gush that coated my finger, hot and slick.
"So wet, Sera," I murmured against her ear, my voice thick with desire. The words seemed to shatter her composure. Her head lolled back, exposing the exquisite arch of her throat.
Her nipples, both of them, stood at attention, pink and engorged. My mouth returned to her left breast, drawing on the sensitive peak, my teeth gently scraping the surface.
"Yes... please..." she panted, her voice cracking. My finger deepened its rhythm, pushing further, then pulling back, each stroke a deliberate torment. I felt the delicate folds of her flesh yielding, expanding, ready for me.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling, not painfully, but with an urgent demand. I knew what she wanted.
I broke away from her breast, my eyes meeting hers. They were dazed, unfocused, brimming with a raw, unadulterated need.
Her lips were swollen, a vibrant crimson, her cheeks flushed. The sight of her, so utterly consumed, ignited a fire in me.
My d!ck, already hard and aching, pressed against her belly, a clear, undeniable presence. "Are you ready?," I whispered, my voice rough. My left hand moved from her breast, trailing down her ribs, over the soft curve of her waist, until it met my right hand, still buried deep within her.
My fingers brushed against each other, a fleeting connection before my right hand withdrew, slick and glistening.
"Ahh.."
Her body sagged for a moment, a tiny whimper escaping her lips, a protest at the loss.
But I gave her no time to mourn. My hand, now free, went to my own pants, fumbling with the button.
Fuck this medieval cloths!
Her eyes, wide and expectant, tracked my movements. A low groan rumbled from my chest as I freed myself, my little sword springing forth, thick and pulsing.
Sera’s gaze dropped, her eyes widening further, a soft sound escaping her. "Oh... God..." she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.
My hand, still slick with her juices, stroked the length of my cock, coating it in her wetness.
I felt the heat rising from her, a palpable warmth that drew me in.
"Ready?" I asked, my voice strained, my eyes locked on hers, seeking permission, seeking complicity.
Her answer was a desperate thrust of her hips, a silent, urgent invitation. Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging in, her body trembling beneath mine.
I leaned in, kissing her again, a slow, deep kiss that tasted of desire and hunger.
As our tongues danced, I pressed the head of my cock against her opening, feeling the exquisite friction, the soft, yielding resistance of her flesh.
Her hips lifted, a silent signal, and I pushed, slowly, deliberately.
"Mpphhnn.."
A gasp tore from her lips, muffled by our kiss. I felt myself enter, a slow, agonizing slide, the wet heat engulfing me, squeezing me tight.
Her body tensed, a momentary rigidity, then relaxed, molding itself around me.
I paused, allowing her to adjust, to acclimate to my fullness. Her legs, still wrapped around my waist, tightened, pulling me deeper still.
"Mmmph..." Her moan vibrated against my lips. I pulled back slightly, then pushed again, a deeper plunge.
Her breath hitched, a sharp inhale.
I felt the delicate brush of her cervix, a soft, yielding pressure. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me.
"You’re so tight," I whispered, my voice ragged, my lips still pressed against hers. I felt the muscles of her core clench around me, a sweet, agonizing embrace.
Her hips began to move, a slow, tentative grind, meeting my rhythm. I pulled back, then thrust, a slow, measured stroke.
"Ahhhnnn..." Her head tilted back, her eyes squeezed shut, a single tear escaping the corner of her eye, tracing a path through the flush on her cheek. My hands found her hips, gripping them firmly, guiding her movements, matching her escalating pace.
We moved together, each thrust deeper, each groan louder. The bed creaked beneath us.
The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. My strokes became more urgent, more powerful, driven by a primal need. Her legs unwrapped from my waist, her feet finding purchase on the bed, pushing against the mattress, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts.
"Ahhhnnn.." "Ahhn.." "Ahhhnnn.."
Her moans turned into cries, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Rune... oh, God, Rune..." Her voice, broken and breathless, was a song in my ears.
I felt the heat building inside me, a molten core of pure sensation. My sword throbbed, stretching her, filling her completely.
I buried my face in her neck, tasting her skin, inhaling her scent, lost in the rhythm of our bodies.
I felt her tense beneath me, her inner muscles clenching, a desperate embrace that pushed me further over the edge. Her fingernails dug into my back, leaving trails of fire.
"Yes! Now! Please!" she cried, her voice reaching a fever pitch. I felt a tremor run through her, a deep, twitching.
Her body convulsed around me, drawing me in.
I pushed one last, powerful thrust, burying myself to the hilt, and then, I let go, flooding her with my warmth.
I collapsed onto her, my body heavy, trembling with the aftermath.
Just once and this.. Pathetic.
That’s it! I am starting my training regime from tomorrow.
Her own shudders slowly subsided, her breath still coming in ragged gasps.
We lay tangled together, slick with sweat, our hearts pounding a frantic duet.
The silence that followed was thick with satisfaction, with the lingering echoes of our shared climax.
Her arms, still around my neck, held me close, her face buried in my shoulder.
I felt the gentle rise and fall of her breasts against mine, the slow, steady beat of her heart.
A soft, contented sigh escaped her lips.
I smiled, looking at her exhausted form.
"Good night, Sera."