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.

was as though all her instincts had taken over her

for her. Each one seems stuck in an infinite sort of feedback loop, the emotions of the

Ability Index to grasp exactly what she wanted, exactly what she

felt damn

his hands away from being stuck in a lock

body seemed to have become sensitive. The feeling of Leonel's strong arms pressing against her soft skin was like another

yet, when she finally settled into their new position, her wait pulling her further and further down Leonel's cock, her entire body seemed

supporting Aina's waist with an arm. Their left hands were still pressed together and she seemed to refuse to let

her squeezing down on him. Lost in pleasure, her body writhed, heating up and leaking

thought she could use both arms to better bring them closer. She wrapped them

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

his forearms against her thighs and controlling her weight as

rhythm no longer as varied, but instead becoming relentless. He loosened the restraints bit by bit, moving

him so tightly that he thought 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

the gods poured its Ambrosia over the tip of his

so

into his back, but even those spikes of what should have been pain in this situation