Aria’s fingers twitched against the sheets.
She turned away from him, leaning back against the headboard. She needed some time to think, to try and make sense of what was happening to her.
So she closed her eyes, trying to block out the world around her, hoping for some answers. But as she lay there, all she could think about was Elion and the way he made her feel.
Something about Elion brought out a different side of her. She found herself craving his touch, needing him in ways she couldn’t explain.
It was like a fire burning deep within her, consuming her thoughts and emotions.
But now, she was in the infirmary, lying on a bed with Elion sitting beside her.
She felt exposed and vulnerable, but also strangely safe. She didn’t know what was happening to her, but she knew she needed answers.
Elion smiled, his eyes gleaming with a sense of victory. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her.
Aria felt a strange sensation wash over her, like a wave of heat spreading through her body. She blinked, feeling disoriented, her mind foggy.
"Aria..."
Elion’s hand moved across the bed, touching her knee gently over her black knee-length socks, then up to her thick thigh, squeezing it tightly; his fingers sank into her smooth, white flesh.
"W-what!?" Aria gasped, startled by the sudden intimate touch. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and confused.
"Relax...don’t fight it." Before she could even process what was happening, Elion had activated his irresistible charm ability.
Oh god!
She felt herself being pulled toward him, her mind going blank as her body moved on its own accord. She leaned in, closing her eyes, her plump, red lips pursing for a kiss.
Easy.
Elion grinned, feeling a sense of triumph. He dove right in for the meal.
Their lips met.
He pressed his lips to hers, savoring the taste of her soft, sweet lips. Aria felt a jolt go up her spine. She melted into him, her body molding to his as they kissed.
[...]
The kiss started off awkwardly, neither of them knowing quite how to proceed.
Elion grabbed her shoulders on either side, holding her in place, and she just sat there stiffly.
Her lips tasted of sweet strawberries; they were soft, softer than he had expected. He bit gently on Aria’s lower lip, savoring her sweet taste, then he sucked on it.
"Mmmmm..." She moaned, leaning closer, seeking more of his warmth; his lips weren’t enough for her.
Elion switched to her upper lip, causing her to moan softly, her body pressing against his eagerly.
He went in for more, his tongue prying her mouth open, delving inside, and immediately, he was assaulted by the warm wetness of her mouth.
"Ahhhhhh!" Aria moaned, her hands reaching for the back of his head, pulling him closer. He obliged, deepening the kiss, his tongue twirling in her mouth as they fought for control.
It was a battle, like they were in a rush. Aria’s tongue met his, and they tangled together, their mouths dancing in sync.
It was messy; they could hardly breathe now, but it was perfect. They were lost in each other, their tongues moving in harmony.
Aria’s hands got busy; they explored his neck, her fingers trailing down to his shoulders. She could feel his heart racing beneath her touch, and she knew he felt the same way.
They were both inexperienced, but they were learning quickly.
Mwah!
Elion pulled away, breathing heavily. "Wow," he said, looking at her with a mixture of shock and excitement. "You taste so good... and you are quite needy."
Aria panicked, realising what she had done, but the yearning she was feeling overtook whatever string of reason she still held onto.
She looked at the pair of lips she had just claimed. For some reason, Elion’s lips looked especially juicy.
She smiled, feeling an unexpected sense of satisfaction. "I’m glad you like it," she said, her voice soft and breathy.
They stared at each other for a moment.
But then, Elion leaned in again, pressing his lips to hers in a gentle, lingering kiss. And Aria knew that whatever was happening between them, she didn’t want it to end.
Fuck whatever everyone else might think. She wanted to feel good.
She wanted him for herself.
She wanted his touch.
She wanted his kisses.
She wanted him inside her.
She wanted Elion.
As they continued kissing, Elion suddenly jumped over onto Aria on the bed, his legs shifting over on either side, still keeping his lips locked with hers in a hungry kiss.
"Mmmmm!!!"
She let out a surprised gasp when she felt him on top of her, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders.
He held her cheek gently, his other hand shifting over to caress the soft, round flesh of her breasts through the fabric of her uniform.
"Mmmm!" She moaned softly when his hand caressed her sensitive breast, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her uniform.
Her breath hitched when his fingers found her thighs again, sinking into her flesh. She couldn’t help but buck her hips up slightly, seeking friction.
But then Elion’s hand started sliding under her skirt, and Aria’s eyes widened. "!!!," she whimpered, her voice breathy with need.
She gasped, feeling Elion’s fingers trail up her inner thighs, sending shivers of anticipation through her body.
His touch was gentle yet possessive, patiently exploring inches of her thighs with deliberate slowness.
His hand went deeper and deeper into her skirt, feeling her flesh, dipping low, around her thighs.
"Ahhhh!"
They broke the kiss, panting heavily as they stared at each other with desire burning in their eyes.
"You’re so soft," Elion murmured, leaning down to capture her lips once more as his hand continued to explore Aria’s inner and outer thighs, drawing circles around them, going higher and higher.
When his hand finally reached the squishy, elastic swell of her ass, she let out a soft whimper into his mouth, her hips arching up instinctively.