Dimensional Descent

Leonel slammed the door of his room closed, his lips sealed over Aina's. His hands clasped beneath her thighs, holding her small frame up. He found himself completely lost in the feeling of her touch, though still not forgetting to blanket the room in protective and silencing arrays.

The room wasn't anywhere near big enough to accommodate the Segmented Cube Aina had surely brought with her, so Leonel gently laid her onto the small bed.

Aina's body coiled around Leonel's, immersed in her own hazy feeling. She allowed Leonel to toss away the heavy neckwear that hung around their shoulders, not caring the slightest bit when they clanged to the floor.

The feeling was intoxicating. Their tongues intertwined in their own sort of dance but that alone was enough for Aina to flush completely red, her breathing somewhat labored.

She felt something hard pressing against her from below. It was the sort of sensation that filled her with one part fear and another part ambiguous excitement.

Memories of the last time she had seen that beast below ran through her mind. She could still remember the throbbing heat in her hand. Something about it made her heart quicken with a faint anticipation.

Lost in her own haze, she hardly realized when Leonel had taken off his pants. Even though he still had a pair of undergarments below, the steely rod only seemed to become more prominent and more difficult to ignore.

Her hand reached out as though with a mind of its own, gently following the outline.

'… This… This is just an apology for disappearing for so long…'

Leonel sucked in a cold breath feeling the sudden touch. Even he didn't realize when Aina's hand had disappeared from the side of his face to appear where it was. But, he had no intention of stopping her either.

his eyes opening to meet Aina's. He could see a partial absentmindedness behind her gaze, but there was also

other to outline Aina's silhouette, her hand still proceeding below. He felt the curve

breath quickened, feeling a slight

her eyes growing as she

continued to look in

being derived from making him happy. She seemed to enjoy this very much, but for some reason, this

of him wanted to see his

idealized dreams of a teenage boy who didn't know the faintest thing about a woman's body,

his chest that Aina looked so happy right now. But on the other, he didn't just want to see happiness. He wanted to see pleasure, he wanted to see intoxication, he wanted to

would he do

thumb traced along Aina's hip. Just beneath the waist of her pants, he could feel two layers of fabric. His heart couldn't help but quicken

two fabrics, he slowly pulled Aina's

deepened, but she didn't stop Leonel's hands. She pulled her hands away from Leonel's crotch, still feeling that faint heat on

off Aina's body. He had expected to find Aina's usual boxer briefs, but for whatever reason on this day, she had instead worn a pair of black panties. It wasn't anything fancy, nor was it the lingerie one might see a model wear, but it was so tight that it was practically like a

clung tightly to Aina's hips, curling around the precious lips below in a way that almost

moment. And, he could tell by the look in Aina's eye that she wouldn't stop him. In fact,

see?" Aina's soft voice

obstructed his view, having found its way to his