CHAPTER 65: CHAPTER : 65 : NIGHT WITH THRISTLE!

Disclaimer: This Chapter contains consentual sex. Viewers discretion is still adviced.

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Thristle had convinced the other to sleep at Lysandr’s room tonight so that she can her night with Aiden. Luna didn’t wanted to, but reluctantly, she agreed.

Aiden, laid rested his hand on the headboard. Beside him, Thristle rested her head on his shoulder, basking in his warmth.

"My King..." Thristle called out.

"Mmm..."

"This is going to be more embrassing than I thought." She said, her voice soft. Even through her red skin, the pinkish tone on her cheeks were prominent.

"So... You don’t want to." Aiden smirked, teasing her.

Thiristle’s pout was instant, "I didn’t said that."

"So..." Aiden whispered, turning toward her, leaning toward her face, cupping the side of her flushed cheek, "What did you said?"

Thristle just stared in his eyes, couldn’t speak, but the blush on her cheek said thousands. Then she spoke, "Take me. My King!"

That did it. Aiden took her lips in a raw primal kiss. It wasn’t gentle, it was juicy, posseive. She parted her lips, and taking the opputunity, Aiden slid his tongue inside her.

Their tongue danced in a rhythm. Their saliva mixing together.

Without breaking the kiss, Aiden’s hand down on her slender waist, pulling her closer. He admired he through her gown.

Thristle moan through the kiss.

When they finally broke the kiss, Thristle was breathless. Huffing.

Aiden pushed her on her back. A moan escaped he lips.

Aiden leaned down, he kissed her forehead. Then trailed down to her cheeks, then lips and started planting soft kisses on her chin.

Thristle’s hands wrapped around her back, pulling him closer.

"My King. P-please..." She said, her voice breaking up.

"What? Say it." Aiden whispered, his voice filled with needs.

"Please... Throw away my gown." She asked, breathless, cheeks burning.

Aiden smiled. His hand reaches the hem of her gown and slowly, pulled it above, while taking in her curves.

Thristle too a deep breath. She raised her hands, and Aiden pulled the gown off her head.

Aiden’s breath caught. Soft red boobs with pink mound, already hard from arousal, staring back at him.

"My King. Do you like what you see?" Thristle asked, embraased.

Aiden answered by leaning down, taking a mound in his mouth, and using his hand to squeeze the same boobs. He used his other hand to pinch and squeeze the other bud.

Thristle threw her head back in reckless abondon. Her eyes going back of her head. She could form words.

"Ahh~... Nghhh~"

She rested her hand on his head, urging him no to stop.

Aiden didn’t stop. He increased his pace, licking and butting on her nipple, his tongue circling her nipple.

"Anhhh~... Mnhh~ My King~"

It wasn’t long before she gave in. Her release broke through her, making her scream in ecstasy. She laid limp, trembling in the after shock.

Aiden released her nipple with a puff. Then stared at her trembling form.

"Th-that was amazing." She whsipered.

She leaned in, cradling his neck, and kisses again.

Breaking the kiss she said, "It’s my turn now to make you feel better."

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Aiden was now half laid. His head resting on the head board. Thristle sat between his leg, her face facing his grown.

Slowly, she reached for her waist band, her hands trembling.

"Go on. Don’t be scared."

"I- I am not." She pouted, then continued to proceed.

She gave a pull and his pants slide down, and hard length bounced out of his pants. She at it in awe.

"Th-that’s too big." She whispered, her eyes widened in equal part horror and excitement.

"Chickening out already. I thought you were going to make me feel better?" Aiden teased.

Without saying a word, she took his length in her soft red hand. A soft grown escaped his throat.

She stared it, feeling the heat radiating for his length. It was amready releasing precum.

She gave an experimental squeeze. Then feeling confident, she started stroking his length.

"Does it feels good?" She asked.

"It will feel better if you use your mouth." Aiden whispered, breathless.

She then started back at it. Then slowly she leaned down, smelling it. The stench was intoxicating. Then she liscked the tip, tasiting his precum.

"Start from the base then the head and put it in your mouth." Aiden instructed.

Thristle nodded. She licked the base in slow rhythm, taking him. Then slowly, she trailed upward to the head, licking it intendly.

Then slowly, she put it in her mouth. The warmth of her mouth enveloped him. Then she looked at him for further instruction.

"Now use your tongue, and bob your head, and don’t use your teeth."

She did as he asked. Circling his dick with her tongue then bobbing her head. Aiden breath ragged. He placed his hand on her head, pushing her on his length.

She made a chocked noise. She continued taking him deep inside her mouth.

She increased her pace, determined to please him. It wasn’t long enough before he came undone. His spert his seed deep in her throat.

Her eyes widened in shock, but she swolloed everything without complain.

Slowly she released his cock, coughing.

Thristle licked her lips, still catching her breath, eyes shining in the lamplight. "My King... did I do well?"

Aiden brushed his thumb over the corner of her mouth, fondness in his gaze. "You were perfect."

Her cheeks flared hotter. She edged up the bed on her knees, small hands resting on his chest like she was measuring the thrum of his heart. "Then... n-now it’s your turn to... to guide me."

"Only if you want it," he said, voice low. "Say it, Thristle."

"I want it." She swallowed, fingertips curling against him. "I’m nervous, but... I want it with you."

Aiden kissed her slow—nothing rushed, nothing greedy—just patience and warmth. His palm found the curve of her jaw, tilting her face so he could drink in every shuttering breath, every flutter of lashes. Thristle responded with shy eagerness, following his rhythm, learning the shape of his mouth and the places a whisper or a sigh made her melt.

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Aiden hovered above her on all four.

"You’re shaking," Aiden whispered, brushing his thumb across her cheek.

Thristle scrunched her nose, trying to hide her nerves with a cocky smirk. "I-It’s not shaking! It’s... excitement. Yeah. Excitement."

Aiden chuckled, low and deep. "Then prove it."

Her lips parted, but instead of words, a soft whimper escaped as his hand slid down from her cheek, over her throat, down to the soft curve of her breast. He squeezed, thumb brushing over her nipple.

"Ahh~! M-My King..." her voice cracked, eyes fluttering shut as the heat shot through her chest.

"Keep looking at me." His tone was firm. She forced her eyes open, cheeks burning hotter than fire.

Her hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white, but she managed a shaky grin. "Y-You like teasing me too much..."

"And you like being teased," Aiden countered, leaning down to kiss the corner of her lips before his mouth captured hers again. This time the kiss wasn’t wild like before—it was slow, steady, his tongue brushing hers, tasting every tremble of her breath.

Thristle moaned softly into his mouth, muffled, then gasped when his hand trailed down her toned stomach, resting just above the heat between her thighs.

Her hips jerked slightly. She bit her lip hard, her playful façade cracking as her voice slipped out in a needy whine. "My King... please..."

Aiden smirked at the crack in her tough act. "Please what?" His finger traced lightly, making her thighs tense up, her whole body jerking.

She groaned, frustrated, face redder than ever. "Don’t make me say it... nghhh~! Y-You know what I want!"

"I want to hear it from you."

Thristle shut her eyes tight, a pout forming even as her body trembled. Finally, she whispered, voice shaky but clear: "P-Please... touch me there..."

Aiden didn’t hesitate this time. His hand slipped lower, fingers brushing over her soft folds, already wet and dripping with her desire. The moment his fingers touched, her back arched sharply.

"Ahhh~! Nnnghhh~!" Her cry echoed through the room, high-pitched and broken.

He kissed her again, swallowing her moans, his tongue pressing deeper as his fingers rubbed gentle circles. She clung to him desperately, nails scratching faintly down his arm.

Her hips bucked against his hand, unable to stop herself. Her playful tomboy nature made her competitive even now—she wanted to keep up with him, to prove she wasn’t weak—but her body betrayed her, melting under every careful stroke.

"Y-You’re mean, nghhh~ so mean to me..." she whimpered, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"I’m guiding you," Aiden whispered, brushing his lips over her ear. "Relax, Thristle. Let me lead you."

She gasped when his finger slid between her folds, circling her entrance. She clutched at his chest with both hands, burying her face against his neck, muffling her shaky moans.

"Ahhh~! I-I can’t... nghhh~ it’s too much already..."

Her legs shook as he finally pressed a single finger inside, slowly, carefully. Her tight walls clenched instantly, resisting him, squeezing around him so hard his breath caught too.

"You’re... so tight," he muttered, kissing her temple as she whimpered in response.

Her voice cracked, half a moan, half a plea. "I-It’s my first... ahhh~ be gentle, My King..."

"I know," he soothed, pressing deeper, stretching her slowly. "That’s why I’m taking my time."

Thristle bit down on her lip until it almost hurt, tears welling but not from pain—from the raw rush of sensations. She clung harder, hips rocking unconsciously against his hand, chasing the pleasure even while her nervousness trembled through her veins.

Her playful side peeked through, muffled against his neck. "N-Never thought... nghhh~ my first time... I’d be whining like this... ahhhhn~"

Aiden chuckled, his free hand stroking her hair. "You sound beautiful when you moan."

Her whole face flushed pink, but her hips jerked harder against his fingers at his words.

The more he stroked inside her, the more the tension in her body shifted—from stiff nervousness to heated desperation. Her walls pulsed tight around his finger, soaking wet, as if begging for more.

Her head tilted back suddenly, mouth open in a cry. "Ahnnnn~! M-My King! I-I feel... something... ahhhhnnn~!"

Her entire body shook as release tore through her. Her thighs clamped around his hand, her back arched off the bed, and her voice echoed raw in the room, uncontrolled and loud.

Aiden didn’t stop until every wave had run through her body, until she lay trembling and limp, chest heaving, eyes hazy with tears and bliss.

"Thristle," he whispered, kissing the corner of her damp eyes. "You’re amazing."

Her lips quivered in a weak grin, her tomboy attitude barely holding on through the haze. "Nghhh~ you’ll... make me addicted to you, damn it..."

Aiden kissed her again, slow and tender, before pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. "We’re only getting started."

Her heart skipped. The way he said it, the way his gaze locked with hers, made her entire body shiver all over again. She knew what was coming next.

And she wanted it.

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END OF Chapter : 65 : NIGHT WITH THRISTLE!

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