Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!-Chapter 235 - : 234 : Lysandra’s Devotion
Aiden eased out of Xylendra with deliberate care, watching the thick white flood of his release leak slowly from her swollen, fluttering pussy. Her body finally relaxed completely—limbs going slack, lashes fluttering once before closing in exhausted surrender. A soft, dreamy sigh escaped her lips as sleep claimed her at last.
He kissed the corner of her mouth—gentle, almost reverent—then lifted his gaze.
Lysandra had been watching the entire time.
Her red eyes—deep crimson, almost glowing—locked on him the moment he turned.
No words.
Just a slow, knowing smile.
She shifted—rolling onto her back—spreading her thighs in silent invitation. The movement made her breasts sway heavily; one strap of her nightgown slipped down her shoulder, baring the upper swell of one perfect mound.
Aiden crawled over her without hesitation.
He settled between her legs—knees spreading her wider—hands immediately finding the soft, generous weight of her breasts through the lace.
He squeezed—hard—thumbs dragging roughly over her already-pebbled nipples.
Lysandra’s back arched with a soft, happy moan.
"Mmmh... Aiden..."
Her voice was warm—rich—like honey poured over velvet.
He leaned down—capturing her mouth in a slow, deep kiss.
Tongues met lazily at first—then hungrier—wet and possessive. Lysandra’s hands slid up his back—fingers threading into silver hair—pulling him closer until their chests pressed flush together.
When he broke the kiss she was already panting—cheeks flushed, lips swollen and glistening.
"You watched everything," he murmured against her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below her ear.
Lysandra shivered—happy little sound escaping her.
"Of course I did..." she whispered. "I love watching you claim them... love knowing how strong you are... how much you give..."
Her legs wrapped loosely around his waist—heels resting against the small of his back.
"But now..." she breathed, voice turning needy, "...now it’s my turn."
Aiden’s smile was slow—predatory.
He hooked two fingers beneath the lace neckline of her nightgown—and tore.
The fabric ripped easily—exposing her full, heavy breasts to the cool night air.
Lysandra gasped—then moaned happily as the coolness kissed her overheated skin.
"Yes... please..."
Aiden lowered his head—mouth closing over one dark, stiff nipple.
He sucked—hard—tongue flicking mercilessly over the sensitive peak while his hand kneaded the other breast—fingers sinking deep into soft, yielding flesh.
Lysandra’s back bowed—happy cry spilling from her lips.
"Ahhh—! Aiden—! Yes—! Suck them—! Harder—! They’re so sensitive tonight—!"
He obliged—biting lightly—then soothing with slow, wet circles—switching from one nipple to the other while his free hand slid down her stomach—fingers dipping beneath the ruined lace to find her already dripping cunt.
She was soaked—slick coating her inner thighs—pussy lips swollen and dark against emerald skin.
He circled her clit once—slow—teasing—then plunged two fingers inside.
Lysandra keened—hips bucking up to meet his hand.
"NYAA—! FINGERS—! SO DEEP—! Aiden—! More—! Please—!"
He pumped them slowly—curling against that perfect spot inside her—while his mouth never left her breasts—sucking, licking, biting, leaving her nipples swollen and glistening.
Lysandra’s voice turned into a stream of happy, broken moans.
"Ah—! Ah—! Yes—! Like that—! My nipples—! They’re throbbing—! So good—! Aiden—! I love your mouth—! Love your hands—! Love you—!"
Her inner walls fluttered around his fingers—greedy, desperate.
He added a third—stretching her—pumping faster—thumb pressing firm circles over her clit.
Lysandra’s thighs trembled—breasts bouncing with every jerk of her hips.
"I’M—! I’M GOING TO—! JUST FROM THIS—! AHHH—!"
She came—hard—pussy clamping down on his fingers—gushing slick heat that soaked his hand and wrist.
Aiden didn’t stop.
He kept thrusting—kept sucking—drawing the orgasm out until she was sobbing with pleasure.
When the tremors finally eased he withdrew his fingers—bringing them glistening to his lips—licking them clean while holding her gaze.
Lysandra watched—eyes glassy, adoring.
"You taste me..." she whispered happily. "You always taste me..."
Aiden smiled—dark, tender.
"Because you’re mine."
He shifted—lining the thick head of his cock against her dripping entrance.
Lysandra’s breath hitched—legs spreading wider—heels digging into his ass.
"Please..." she begged softly. "Inside me... fill me... make me feel you..."
He thrust—slow at first—letting her feel every thick inch stretching her open—until he was buried to the hilt.
Lysandra’s eyes rolled back—happy moan spilling from her throat.
"YESSS—! SO FULL—! SO DEEP—! Aiden—! You’re so big—! Perfect—!"
He began to move—long, deep strokes—pulling almost completely out before sliding back in—each thrust punching against her cervix.
Lysandra’s breasts bounced wildly—nipples still swollen and wet from his mouth.
She wrapped both arms around his neck—pulling him down until their foreheads touched—red eyes locked on sapphire.
"Harder..." she pleaded happily. "Harder—please—! I want to feel all of you—!"
Aiden growled—low, possessive—and gave her what she wanted.
His hips snapped forward—brutal—relentless—cock slamming deep with every stroke—wet slap of skin on skin filling the quiet room.
Lysandra’s voice rose—happy, shattered cries.
"AH—! AH—! YES—! LIKE THAT—! FUCK ME—! FUCK YOUR LYSANDRA—! I LOVE IT—! I LOVE YOU—!"
Her legs locked tight around him—heels digging in—pulling him impossibly deeper.
"DEEPER—! RIGHT THERE—! HIT IT—! MY CERVIX—! I WANT YOU THERE—! BREED ME—! PLEASE—!"
Aiden leaned down—capturing one nipple again—sucking hard while his hips never slowed.
Lysandra screamed—back arching—another orgasm crashing through her.
"I’M COMING—! AGAIN—! YOUR COCK—! YOUR MOUTH—! TOO GOOD—! AHHHH—!"
Her pussy spasmed wildly—milking him—gushing slick heat around his shaft.
Aiden fucked her through it—harder—faster—until fresh tears of pleasure spilled down her cheeks.
When the aftershocks eased he released her nipple—kissing a slow path up her throat—then claiming her mouth again.
The kiss was deep—filthy—tongues sliding together while his cock kept pounding into her.
Lysandra moaned into his mouth—happy, needy sounds—arms tightening around his neck.
When they broke apart she was panting—voice wrecked but overflowing with adoration.
"Aiden... my love... my everything..."
He angled his hips—grinding deep—cockhead pressing relentlessly against her cervix.
Lysandra’s eyes fluttered—happy sob escaping her.
"THERE—! RIGHT THERE—! FILL ME—! PLEASE—! I NEED YOUR CUM—! INSIDE—! SO DEEP—!"
Aiden’s rhythm faltered—breaths turning ragged.
"You want it?" he growled against her ear.
"Yes—! Yes—! Breed me again—! Make me yours—! Forever—!"
He slammed forward one final time—burying himself to the hilt—and came.
Thick, hot ropes flooded her—pulse after pulse—filling her womb until it overflowed, leaking out around his shaft.
Lysandra’s climax hit like a tidal wave.
"AIDEN—! I FEEL IT—! SO HOT—! SO MUCH—! INSIDE—! YES—! YES—! I LOVE YOU—!"
Her whole body convulsed—pussy clamping down—milking every last drop while tears of pure happiness streamed down her face.
Aiden stayed locked inside her—grinding slow circles—pushing his release deeper—until she was trembling, whimpering, utterly spent.
When the aftershocks finally faded he kissed her—slow—deep—tender—swallowing her happy little sobs.
"My perfect Lysandra," he murmured against her lips.
She clung to him—smiling through tears—voice soft and sated.
"I’m so happy... so full... so loved..."
He kissed her forehead—then each eyelid—then the tip of her nose.
"Sleep now," he whispered. "I’ve got you."
Lysandra nodded—eyes already drooping—happy smile never leaving her lips.
"Love you... always..."
She drifted off—still wrapped around him—still filled with him—still glowing with quiet, perfect joy.
Aiden lingered above Lysandra for a few more heartbeats, watching her chest rise and fall in slow, even breaths.
Her emerald skin was still flushed across her cheeks and throat, golden hair splayed like a halo around her peaceful face. A faint, happy smile curved her lips even in sleep, one hand twitching weakly as if reaching for him in dreams.
He pressed one final kiss to her temple—soft, possessive—then carefully disentangled himself from her limp limbs.
The bed barely shifted as he rose, his gaze sweeping the tangled sprawl of sleeping wives—Luna’s black tail still twitching faintly, Selvara’s silver hair fanned like his world’s moonlight, Valeforia and Xylendra curled together in exhausted bliss.
But he wasn’t done.
Not yet.
His sapphire eyes found Arisha at the edge of the group.
Then the shyness hit.
Arisha’s cheeks flushed a deeper red. Her proud posture faltering just a fraction as she averted her gaze, long lashes fluttering. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, betraying the nervousness that only he could draw out of her.
Aiden’s lips curved in a slow, teasing smile.
He loved this about her—the contrast. Proud, unyielding Arisha, who commanded respect from everyone else, reduced to a trembling, sensitive mess under his touch.
He crawled toward her—slow, deliberate.
Arisha’s breath hitched audibly.
"A-Aiden..." she whispered, voice soft and hesitant—nothing like the confident tone she used with others. "You... you’ve already... so many tonight..."
He reached her—large hands sliding up her thighs—fingers tracing the slick black latex that clung to her like liquid night.
"And yet," he murmured, voice low and teasing, "you’re still waiting for me. Aren’t you, my proud little warrior?"
Arisha bit her lip—red eyes flicking back to his—cheeks burning.
"I... I am not ’little,’" she protested weakly, but her voice trembled, and her thighs parted instinctively under his touch.
Aiden chuckled—dark, affectionate—and leaned in.
His mouth found hers.
The kiss started gentle—lips brushing, teasing—then deepened as he cupped her jaw, tilting her head back. Arisha whimpered into it—shy at first—then melted, her tongue shyly meeting his, hands rising to clutch at his shoulders.
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END OF Chapter 234 : LYSANDRA’S DEVOTION!
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