Dimensional Descent

"Leonel..."

Aina spoke between panting breaths, only pulling away for small spurts to barely just get out the words she wanted to say.

"... it feels too good... I think I'm losing my mind..."

As the wholesomeness of the atmosphere faded, it was replaced by a burning heat that seemed to want to scorch her body. Even so, Aina didn't feel like she was exaggerating. Whether or not Leonel's seed would put a baby in her was entirely dependent on her choice, and her mind was so foggy right now that she was another half inch from saying consequences be damned.

Leonel suddenly thrust deep inside her. He had learned to vary his strokes so well, building up her anticipation and reading her mood as though she was an open book.

Slow, deliberate, short strokes... she knew he could reach deeper, she knew that he could practically pierce right through her if he wanted, and yet he didn't, teasing her entrance open again and again, as though forcing her to relieve the first entry repeatedly.

And then when she felt like she couldn't handle it anymore, he slowly pushed in so deep that their hips ground against one another.

"Oh god..."

Aina didn't feel like she talked much during sex. Except for some teasing interludes, she found that her mind was usually in another space and time entirely.

But now her lips and thoughts moved on their own. The entire world was a blur to her as her eyes seemed another few centimeters from permanently rolling into the back of her head.

in a tide of pleasure. It was as though all her instincts had taken

more than ever before, and he was sure that it was the same for her. Each one seems stuck in

Ability Index to grasp exactly

it felt

away from being stuck in a lock with hers, using his arm to pull her

become sensitive. The feeling of Leonel's strong arms pressing against her soft skin was like another spark of electricity running through

into their new position, her wait pulling her further and further down Leonel's cock, her entire body seemed to go

knees, supporting Aina's waist with an arm. Their

on him. Lost in pleasure, her

of Leonel's hand, but it was only because she thought she could use both arms to better bring them closer.

flow down her face. It wasn't fair. She wanted to be closer, somehow closer than this.

and

no longer as varied, but instead becoming relentless. He loosened the restraints

that she might imprint herself into him. The feeling of her soft breasts against his hard chest was like heaven, her ass felt like a silky water in his hands and her writhing insides were like the finest, fragrant

poured its Ambrosia over the tip of his cock, making every stroke feel as though he was ascending

his. It was so delicate and he could almost feel its unblemished pink color. It rolled around so smoothly, matching an expertise that matched

a pair of fingers dig into his back, but even those spikes of what should have been pain in this