CHAPTER 104: FULFILLING THE PROMISE

My mind was a mess.

My nose filled with the slightly floral scent of Selia’s skin, my vision blocked by the storm of her silvery hair, my sense of touch overwhelmed by her heat.

None of the things I normally used to root myself in reality worked.

Selia shut them all down, merely by cuddling up to my chest.

The steady rhythm of her soft breaths.

The way her body tensed up and then relaxed down according to that very subtle rhythm, only making her feel all the more alive, animated, vibrant.

I felt like getting drunk on just this moment alone.

But Selia had no plans of stopping to wait for me.

She waited enough.

And as she twisted on my lap to straddle me, I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t going to wait anymore.

Her lips surged forth, catching mine before I could even think to react.

The soft pressure against my nerve endings, the intricate warmth that radiated from her moist lips, the texture of her lips’ skin as she brushed them against my mouth.

Every piece fell into its rightful place.

Selia, however, didn’t wait.

Once again, she led the way by using her lips to press my mouth open before pushing her tongue in, invading my mouth directly as it coiled against my counterpart.

Even though I’ve long lost my V card... This was something else. Nothing like the few times when I got lucky.

Just having Selia’s tongue brush against mine felt like an immense invasion of the privacy of my mouth, something I rarely used for more than eating.

But now, I could think of nothing but the taste of her saliva, the heat of her breath, the agility of her tongue...

In every move, we craved the other.

And soon, it started to show throughout our bodies.

My hand reached down for Selia’s waist.

Selia’s arms wrapped around my neck as she locked my head in place while pushing her chin down, parting our mouths for the moment she needed to take a few breaths right before she shifted her face again and pressed her lips against mine once again.

There was no wait, pause, or stop.

There was only more of her and more of me.

Selia’s hands coursed down my back, her fingers greedily tracing lines against the back of my shirt as if she wanted to claw it off.

My hands slid down Selia’s waist, gently rounding up the curve of her hips before pushing even further down, to the bottom of her upper thigh, right above her knee.

I pulled my arm up — and Selia’s leg with it — while simultaneously pushing her down on the bed.

Her hands still held me close, but now I had the initiative. I was on the move.

And for the first time in what felt like a damned eternity, I wasn’t going to stop.

I pushed my head down.

At first, for quite a few seconds, I simply pressed my forehead against Selia’s, looking her directly in the eyes from up close.

It was something so irrationally mundane, no sane person could keep paying attention to it.

With time, no matter how beautiful someone’s eyes were, people would get used to them, treat them as a mere part of the person.

But Selia’s eyes had to be special.

Maybe just for me, because of our bond tugging at my soul. Maybe just for me because of all the sympathy I’d gained for the girl since our very first meeting.

Or maybe it was her eyes that were special, that filled me with confidence that no matter how long and hard I stared into them, I would never get tired or bored of doing so.

And now that I got to stare right into them from maybe an inch away?

My thoughts disassembled, decomposed, and turned into white smoke before vanishing.

Nothing else mattered but the deep, vivid blue of Selia’s eyes. The slight tremble here and there as she adjusted her vision, the gentle movements associated with her breathing, the way her eyelids wiped her eyes whenever she blinked, fanning at the air with those long eyelashes of hers...

"Shit..." Under my breath, I cursed.

"What?" Selia asked, her voice slightly... off.

I squinted my eyes and, in a moment of lucky clarity of mind, realized the simple truth.

Because of our bond, we were constantly subjected to the feelings of the other. At a rate affected both by physical distance and emotional synchronization of sorts.

And right now, in the middle of the intense make-out session, our bond reached its peak state. Combining that with the intense emotion of the make-out session, I didn’t even feel the tug of our bond simply because it pulled me in the exact same direction as my own feelings and desires.

In other words, it wasn’t just me trying not to go crazy from overstimulation right now.

It was the two of us.

And as I looked closer, I realized Selia was teetering on the very same edge that I was.

"Shit..."

Once again, a curse escaped from my mouth.

This time, however, by the time the sound could vanish, my fingers clawed at Selia’s nightdress, pulling it apart at the seams.

I had no idea I had enough strength to rip any sort of cloth apart just like that.

Underneath it, there was Selia’s raw, unadulterated flesh.

Not a single piece of fabric, save for the shreds of her old outfit, now stood between my body and her skin.

"Selia..." Frozen in the moment and stunned by my own audacity, I could only look down, suddenly all fearful, into Selia’s face.

Before I could fully turn my head, however, Selia clenched her arms before rapidly pulling me down, causing my face to fall right into her now exposed chest while my entire body collapsed on top of her.

The world swirled before my eyes when my nose filled with a much more intense aroma than before.

And the softness...

God, the softness with which Selia’s breasts pressed against the side of my face was simply out of this world! It was a fit so perfect, I could only suspect a divine intervention that designed Selia’s bust to make my face fit it so damn perfectly!

Even though I was now practically shoving my face into her chest, Selia didn’t relax her arms. Instead, her legs shot up only to then quickly clamp down over my ass as she locked them together.

Just like that, I was deprived of any room to move, left locked in the tight embrace while Selia choked me out with her boobs.

"Haaa..." Selia’s body trembled. Then, like if someone cut the strings that held her up, she suddenly all went limp, her hold relaxing and thus allowing me to rise up from her cleavage and take a breath of fresh air.

But that single breath was all I needed.

With the saintess’ body already trembling, I pulled down, showering her entire body with kisses as I moved. Her face, her ears, her chin, her neck, I left no place untouched. And as more and more kisses landed upon her skin, Selia appeared to be slowly opening up.

Her arms reached out, with her hands grasping at the bedsheets. Her legs opened up with her knees pushing out while her hips started to buckle up and down.

Then came the slight protrusion of her collarbone, the length of her shoulder, her chest...

There, I lingered.

I pushed the remains of Selia’s nightgown aside before taking her breasts into my hands like a great athlete finally reaching out for the golden symbol of his triumph.

Then, just like Selia made me before, I buried my face right into her chest.

Only three long whiffs of her now wetter and heavier scent did I gather enough energy to pull my head up... And then bring it right down over her boob, aiming for the very center...

Veering off course right at the very last moment and landing with my mouth just slightly off to the bottom of her teat.

"AH!"

Even that little was enough for her body to all tense up, nearly to the point where she could lift me just by the force of her joints stiffening up.

Then, unable to hold my curiosity back, I allowed one of my hands to slide down her wrist, over her hip, down her ass...

And into the place that was trembling with so much anticipation and need of attention, I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out to comfort it.

With my mouth carefully circling around Selia’s nipple — both to tease her a little but also to play on that tension and anticipation — my fingers surged forth without care.

The tip of my forefinger reached out... and gently poked against a hot, swollen part guarding the entrance to Selia’s most sacred place.

Then, wasting no time, I slid further down, to where her muscles already convulsed in a half-rhythmic pattern to invite the intrusion down below, where Selia’s juices had long since prepared her for the action, now merely causing her to spill down upon the sheets.