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.

It was as though

one seems stuck in an infinite sort of feedback loop, the emotions of the other fueling their own and then cycling

Ability Index to grasp exactly

felt damn

pulled one of his hands away from being stuck in a lock

of Leonel's strong arms pressing against her soft skin was like another

wait pulling her further

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

of her squeezing down on him. Lost in pleasure, her body writhed, heating up and leaking from seemingly everything she

it was only because she thought she could use both arms to better bring them closer. She wrapped them around his neck,

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

against her thighs and controlling her weight as though

as varied, but instead becoming relentless. He

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

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

color. It rolled around so smoothly, matching an expertise that matched her Body Clairvoyance and countless hours of practice with this very man in

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