"Wa-wai!" she gasped, even as she felt completely filled up, watching him still try to go deeper into her when it was clear that he couldn’t.
"If you’re going to speak, then you might as well moan my name!" he whispered to her, even as Aria felt him pull out his throbbing, hard member, sliding it past her walls in a way that made her gasp, her vision reeling from the pleasurable sensations that surged through her.
But she had just felt him pull out when she felt him thrust right in, aiming for the part that made her gasp and cling tighter to him, even as he thrust deeper into her—enough to make her eyes roll in their sockets.
It was a lot of different, conflicting feelings that made her want to pull away, even as she felt him lower himself, beginning to slowly thrust in and out of her.
All she could feel was the sensation of him inside of her and his breath against her neck. A moment later, she felt his lips against her own, searching as he kissed her slowly, even as he continued to thrust himself unrelentingly into her.
His breaths were steady, even as hers felt like she was on the edge of gasping for air. The weight of him filling her up was a lot, even as she felt his hands slide against her chest in ways that continued to elicit pleasure from various areas of her skin.
It was immense, and no matter how hard she tried to pretend that it wasn’t, she failed. The first time had been mostly brief—most of which her mind had filtered away because of the weird heat—but this time around, the heat was there, and her consciousness was even more aware.
It made her want to pull away, and yet she couldn’t bear to do so, not when her body demanded more and wanted more of the sensations she already felt.
One moment, she was beneath him, and the next, their positions were switched as she found herself sitting on him, with him already entrenched inside of her, even as he sat on the bed.
Aria was still wondering if he would require her to move, only to feel him thrust into her from below with ease, in a way that had her lifting her butt off his thighs—only to feel him grip her waist as he pulled her down, even as he thrust up into her.
Aria gasped in pleasure, even as she felt herself collapse against him, waves of pleasure bombarding her until she could feel nothing else.
"You’re squeezing tightly against me! Did you just finish?" he whispered in her ear, Aria too far gone to pay attention, even as he continued to thrust in without once reducing his pace. Instead, he increased it, as it became clear that he, too, was extremely close to the edge.
Soon, Aria felt the throbbing inside her increase, even as she felt his body still a bit, his depth increasing as she felt something warm spurt right inside of her. His arms around her tightened.
His pace reduced, but he still continued to move, even as she felt him climax inside of her. The heat had pretty much dissipated by then, and she was even more aware of what she had done—but instead of feeling guilty, like she usually would, she simply leaned into his chest with her eyes closed, speaking to herself as if she were speaking to someone else.
’Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing! He’ll die! If I have to sleep with him to get what I need, then so be it!’
Aria had barely caught her breath as she leaned against him when she pulled back. Even as she spoke, her voice came out more hoarse and croaky than she would have liked.
"Ca-can you pull out?" she asked, even as she lifted herself off his thigh, already trying to do it herself. She was relieved when she felt him help, sliding out of her in a way that made it hard not to tremble as he ground against her inner walls.
"If you keep squeezing me like that..." he whispered, his voice much deeper than before, but Aria completely ignored it, doing her best to ignore the wetness that slid down her legs the second he pulled out as she moved to stand on her two feet.
But she had just steadied herself when she felt Zyren get up—to her surprise—as she turned around to head to the bathroom to wash up. She had barely taken a couple of steps when she felt him pull her back into his rock-hard chest.
"What?" she gasped, as she felt him lift one of her legs off the floor. But it wasn’t until she felt his lower half against her butt that she understood, feeling the hardness of him even as he pushed right toward her entrance from behind.
"Wa-wait!" she gasped, even as she heard him speak right into her ear, a hint of amusement in his tone.
"You didn’t think we were only going to do this once, did you?" he asked, even as Aria felt him at her entrance, slowly pushing back into her.
"You want this... Your mouth can lie, but your wet, throbbing hole can’t!" he groaned, thrusting himself back into her with more ease than before—all the way—which elicited a gasp from her as she leaned back to prevent herself from falling. Even as she did, she felt him lower his hands to her lower belly, pressing against it as he thrust himself fully into her.
"What are—" she gasped, even as she felt him grab her breasts, her nipples between his fingers, touching them in a way that had her walls squeezing against him in pleasure. She ground back, her body urging him to go faster as he moved much slower than before.
"I should take my time and savor the present I’m getting," she heard him say. Her eyes closed as she realized she was teetering on the edge, his relentless thrusts hitting that perfect spot inside her, drawing gasps and moans she couldn’t suppress no matter how hard she tried.
"Please—" she gasped. Almost as if he understood her silent plea, he quickened his pace, his lips descending to her neck just as his fangs pierced her skin. The dual sensation sent her hurtling over the edge, her climax so intense her vision whited out for a moment.
The added pleasure from Zyren’s fangs only made it more overwhelming.