Exiled Prince and His Succubus Army-Chapter 30: Aya’s ideal time 4 (18+)

Renji’s fingers moved with steady, practiced purpose, two sliding deep inside Aya’s slick heat while his thumb maintained a firm, relentless rhythm over her swollen clit. The wetness gathered quickly, warm and abundant, coating his hand in glistening evidence of her arousal as soft, wet sounds filled the otherwise quiet room.

Aya’s hips lifted instinctively to meet every deliberate stroke; her breath came in shallow, accelerating bursts, and she whispered short, urgent pleas. "yes, right there, don’t stop, please keep going" her dark eyes locked intensely on his, pupils blown wide with need.

He refused to slow. He worked her with the same calm, unflinching precision he brought to anything that truly mattered to him, watching every flicker across her face, every tremor that rippled through her body. Aya’s back arched higher off the mattress, thighs trembling visibly now, her breaths fracturing into sharp, ragged gasps that bordered on whimpers.

Coherent words slipped away from her entirely; she simply rocked against his hand with increasing desperation, fingers clawing into the sheets, knuckles white, silently demanding more pressure, more speed, more of him.

Renji felt the tension coil impossibly tighter inside her, her inner walls fluttering hard around his fingers in frantic little spasms, the unmistakable prelude to release. Her entire body drew taut as a bowstring. Right at the precipice, when her hips stuttered and her breath caught on a broken cry, he withdrew completely and shifted upward in one fluid motion.

Their bodies aligned without hesitation or awkwardness, knees settling between her parted thighs, hips slotting together as though they had done this a thousand times before. Renji gripped his dick, dragged the head through her soaked folds once, twice, coating himself in her slickness, then pushed in slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of tight, wet heat that yielded to take him.

Aya’s gasp was sharp and high, almost startled, as he stretched and filled her completely. His own low groan rumbled from deep in his chest as he sank fully inside, bottoming out with a final roll of his hips. The moment he was seated to the hilt, her pussy walls clenched hard around him, sudden, fierce pulses that gripped him like a velvet vise, and she came undone.

The orgasm tore through her without mercy, her back bowing clear off the bed, thighs clamping tight around his hips, a raw, uninhibited cry ripping from her throat as wave after shuddering wave rolled through her. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Renji stayed buried deep and let her ride it out, unmoving except for the soothing brush of his lips against her temple. "That’s it," he murmured, voice low and rough against the shell of her ear. "Good girl. Come for me. Let me feel all of it."

The praise seemed to prolong the climax; fresh tremors rippled through her, her inner muscles milking him in rhythmic, breathless pulses that made his own vision spark white at the edges.

Only when the aftershocks began to ebb did he gather both her slender wrists in one large hand and pin them gently but firmly above her head. just enough pressure to remind her who held control, never enough to bruise.

Then he started moving again: long, deep thrusts timed perfectly to her slowing breaths, dragging slowly out until only the head remained before sliding back in to the base with deliberate force. Aya writhed beneath him, hips snapping upward to meet every stroke with equal fervor, the slick sounds of their joining growing louder, more obscene.

Renji varied the tempo without warning, keeping her teetering on the edge of predictability. He shifted to slow, grinding strokes that dragged the ridge of his cock over every sensitive spot inside her, then snapped his hips forward in quick, hard thrusts that punched soft, startled gasps from her lungs and made her breasts jolt with each impact.

Aya’s legs wrapped tight around his waist, heels digging possessively into the small of his back, urging him deeper, deeper, as though she could fuse them together permanently. The bed rocked steadily beneath them, the headboard tapping the wall in a lazy yet insistent rhythm that echoed through the room like a second heartbeat.

He released her wrists. Instantly her hands flew to his sweat-slick back, nails raking down his spine in sharp, stinging lines that drew a hiss from between his teeth. The brief pain only spurred him on; he answered with a string of faster, harder thrusts that made her moan louder, the sound raw and unrestrained, climbing in pitch with every punishing stroke.

Sweat dripped from his jaw, landing in warm droplets on her chest; Aya tilted her chin and caught one on the tip of her tongue, the brief, wicked flick sending a fresh surge of heat through him. He thrust even deeper in retaliation, grinding against her clit with every inward stroke until her breath fractured completely.

The urgency climbed again, swift and merciless. Aya’s thighs tightened like iron bands, her breath hitching in short, desperate bursts that sounded almost like sobs. Renji felt her fluttering around him once more, the tell-tale ripple of another climax building fast and fierce.

He shifted his angle just slightly, and drove in hard, hitting that perfect spot inside her with ruthless precision. Her eyes snapped open, pupils blown wide, and locked helplessly on his. He held her gaze, voice steady and commanding despite the strain in his own body. "Let go. I’ve got you. Come again for me now."

She obeyed instantly. Aya cried out his name, back arching violently as the second orgasm slammed through her like a tidal wave. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably, inner muscles clenching in fierce, rhythmic pulses that gripped him so tightly his vision blurred at the edges.

The sensation dragged him over with her; Renji lasted only a handful of erratic strokes more before pleasure crashed over him in blinding waves. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a rough, guttural groan, hips jerking helplessly as he spilled his seed inside her in long, hot pulses that seemed to go on forever.

When it finally passed, he eased out slowly, reverently, and collapsed beside her. Aya rolled into him at once, leg hooking possessively over his, both of them slick with sweat and breathing hard.

They lay tangled together, chests rising and falling in gradually slowing rhythm, the faint hum of the air conditioner and the lazy spin of the ceiling fan the only sounds for several long, languid moments.

Then, directly in Renji’s field of vision, a familiar translucent blue panel flashed into existence:

‹Woman corrupted; +20 stat points›

Renji stared at the empty air where it had been, huffed a short laugh under his breath, and pulled Aya closer. She made a small, sleepy sound of contentment and burrowed against his side, cheek pressed over the steady thump of his heart.