Dimensional Descent

Leonel gently nuzzled his nose between Aina's pretty pink folds, feeling a faint wetness and soaking in a sweet scent that took over his mind.

Aina's body trembled, her fingers tensing at odd angles. Her mouth opened and closed, seemingly wanting to say something but not having the strength to do so. It was only after Leonel's tongue still didn't seem satisfied that she could only use what remained of her stamina to pull his head up.

Her body was weak and feeble. The astonishing power she usually had fading into near nothingness.

Things might have been fine if Leonel stopped after the first time, but he hadn't. Aina's body was like a small rowboat swaying to Leonel's whims. By now, she had already lost count of the number of times that strong electricity had coursed through her body.

At this point, she couldn't even see or think straight.

Leonel felt Aina struggling to pull his head up. He knew that he could easily fight against it. Compared to her usual strength, the current Aina was practically a toddler now. But, he didn't.

Aina faintly felt Leonel over her again. Her lips puckered gently, searching for Leonel's touch. But, she didn't seem to have the strength to do even that. Luckily, Leonel completed it for her.

Aina faintly caught Leonel's lower lip, sucking on it slightly before letting go. A gentle smile spread across her face, her eyes half open and half closed.

At that moment Leonel's eyes opened, a cold sharpness still within them. Though it slowly faded, Aina was still able to catch a glimpse of it.

One would have thought that seeing such a thing would have completely ruined her mood but, her reaction was almost the exact opposite. Seeing Leonel's cold gaze woke up an excitement within her. As though she forgot her fatigue, there was a flame that lit within her heart, fueling a growing want for Leonel to ravage her.

The feeling slowly faded, overwhelmed by Aina's heavy limbs and tired eyes.

realizing that he had made a

"Sorry…" He said softly.

to explain himself, somewhat afraid that Aina wouldn't like what he had done. Though he had acted for her sake, he could also understand a reality where she wouldn't like it very much. Breaking down such an intimate moment into raw numbers and calculations was something that Leonel could see not many people liking, which was why he had closed his eyes to

wasn't worried about it, he would have never tried to

in the

his explanation, he found Aina's small

now had a bit of focus to it as she looked

Like it… Don't stop... doing it…" She said

blinked, not understanding what she

understood what she was saying a bit better. Weren't women supposed to like it when their partners were lovie dovie? Why was it that she felt so excited when Leonel looked at her

wanted to explain what she meant, but she couldn't bring herself to say the words. What was

further when she had this thought. Was there something wrong

about the worst possible way her desire could be taken. It wasn't that she wanted Leonel to treat her like she was worthless. Rather,

his cold gaze. Well, at least that was what it seemed like. But the truth

anxiousness… Aina found it

the most about Leonel wasn't his charisma, not his leadership, not his handsome looks, his kindness or even his smile… Of course, she liked those

his detached logic and his emotionless control. It was his ability to act as though nothing could faze him, as though the world were a

thought of Leonel's cold eyes staring down at her as he broke past her final line of defense was most definitely a fantasy she hadn't thought would come bubbling up like this, but she also knew

to, she might very well die of embarrassment. So instead, she was thankful she now had a way of making Leonel continue without having to say