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.

that he had made

"Sorry…" He said softly.

also understand a reality where she wouldn't like it very much. Breaking down such an intimate moment into raw numbers and

it, he would have never

in the

about to finish his explanation, he found Aina's small hand over

was still somewhat absentminded, but now had a bit of focus to

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

not

she was saying a bit better. Weren't women supposed to like it when their partners were lovie dovie? Why was

bring herself to say the words. What was she supposed to say exactly? 'I want you to look at

blush deepened even further when she had this thought. Was there something wrong

Leonel to treat her like she was worthless. Rather, she

unperturbed by his cold gaze. Well, at least that was what it seemed like. But the truth was that it wasn't that she was unaffected, but rather that she wasn't impacted by

and were filled with thoughts of anxiousness… Aina found it to be like a

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 things about him too. Without them, he wouldn't

his coldness, 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 meaningless ant to be squashed beneath his feet… That

the blush on her face receding. The 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 that this

die of embarrassment. So instead, she was thankful she now had a way