CHAPTER 39: CH 39: CULTIVATION [R18].

She trembled ever so slightly— the unsure feeling of the boundary between pleasure and pain blurred over time. Leaving only confusion in its place.

Her head was faced down, a little too focused on the blood escaping her.

Aegon let go of her thigh and raised your face to meet his gaze— a spur of the moment action, not sure if it was to calm her or to reassure her.

Her chest still rising and falling with uneven gasps, his sweat beading and sliding down between my ribs. Her body was a masterpiece of ruin beneath him— glistening, flushed, trembling faintly with each shaky exhale.

Her arm was thrown across her forehead, eyes half-lidded but glowing, lashes wet from unshed tears, her lips parted and damp. Her thighs were splayed open beneath him.

"Ahh... aahh... nnhhh..."

Her breath caught again and again, like each sound was drawn from the ghost of our climax.

She winced as I slowly, carefully pulled my cock from her. Her thighs giving a slight twitch.

She was still twitching beneath him— still bare, still raw, still so goddamn beautiful it hurt to look.

Her breasts were marked, the peaks swollen and sensitive, that perfect rose-gold hue of her nipples standing taut.

Now those same peaks bore faint teeth marks and a sheen of saliva that reflected the light above.

Aegon moved in closer, tempting her lips with a kiss— close, close enough for her to imagine it was there just before he moved to her ear.

His tongue moved out, tracing her left ear’s outline then moving down to nibble softly on the pinna.

Soothing at first, enough to let her shoulders loosen and her back lean against the mirror on his back.

Then he bit her.

"Oww." She hissed and shifted her head away from his.

His fingers gently combed her hair away from her flushed and confused face, and finally whispered, "We’re not done here."

His words rippled goosebumps at the back of her neck yet no words escaped her lips— this was different. Weirdly so. She’d always been in control but he... He was tearing down her defense.

He leaned down and kissed her—slow, full, warm—and she hummed into it, lips parting with a gentle mmmn~.

She tasted like breathless heat and the faint tang of sweat, and she kissed him back with a kind of need that hadn’t gone anywhere. Still hungry. Still greedy.

He pulled back again, tracing her entire face with ghost lips and his warm breath in a way that so perfected it was evil.

"Listen." he whispered as he moved over her face. "When I say so I want you to draw on Aether."

She raised her eyes to his— opened her mouth to speak before his finger pressed against her lips silencing her.

"Don’t say anything. Just do as I say."

As his finger finally moved away from her lips she could do nothing but nod— something about not being in control was...

Exciting.

His control cracked like ice under a boot. She was lying there with her pussy still leaking, still red and glistening, inviting him in again like he was the only thing that could soothe that ache.

He stepped forward without another word, hands reaching down to her hips as he leaned over her once more.

His dick throbbed back to life, eager, rigid, already nudging the entrance slick with the aftermath of their first time.

This time, He didn’t hesitate. Just lined up, gripped her hips more firmly, and slid back inside.

"Aah! Ahhnn~!"

She gasped but this time it was layered with a shiver of pleasure, her walls welcoming him back despite the soreness.

He moved slowly, deeper, filling her until their bodies pressed flush, pelvis against pelvis. She clung to his shoulders, nails digging in, eyes fluttering shut.

"Now." Aegon said. "Do it now."

She obliged. Taking in a sharp intake of air then exhaling in unison as she opened her eyes.

A majestic red glow almost as if her eyes were burning underneath. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

’This is it.’ Aegon thought as he drew too. The glyphs on his ring shimmered as Aether flowed through him.

He didn’t pound her. Not yet. Just rocked his hips, slow and deep, watching her face twist, watching the wet sounds as our bodies.

Her pussy fluttered around me like it was still figuring out how to take me again.

"Nnh, ahh, ahhhn~!"

Her moans became more musical, less pained— soft little noises that she tried to smother against my neck but couldn’t.

He remembered the technique Mr Collins taught him as he shut his eyes and tried to picture the line of Aether. The next second he opened his eyes it was vividly clear.

The lines danced around them both like sky waves moving around the air— his were ethereal blue whereas hers had a more burning red colour.

He tugged against hers. Pulling them into him as they flowed.

A strange feeling enveloped him. Like the blood within him began to boil and his muscles tensed.

He glanced down at his ring. It’s once vibrant golden colour now flickered between gold and red.

Just before they blended together in a shimmering sapphire light.

It was clear. Unmistakenly so. He’d copied her affinity.

"Nnngh," she moaned, breath catching, "I... I feel it—oh God—I feel it now..."

And he felt her tighten. Hard. All around me. A sudden, desperate clenching that made him groan, pushing him toward the edge again.

She was coming. Even through the soreness, even through the aftershock, she was unraveling under him.

"Ahhh... ohhh—yes, yes, right there, don’t stop, don’t—ahh, Ryan—fuck—fuck—!"

He thrusted harder, deeper, losing control as she spasmed, her climax crashing through her in waves.

Her legs locked around his back, and he drove into her with every ounce of pressure she could take, the sound of their bodies colliding now sharp and soaked.

And he came again.

Harder than the first time. He grunted against her neck as his cock pulsed, unloading inside her until it was overflowing, a new flood mixing with the last.

He could feel it leaking out even as he remained sheathed, mess thick between her thighs, trickling out from where they joined.

They laid there in silence, both shaking, stuck together in heat, sweat, cum and something that felt heavier than just lust.

She turned her head, kissed his cheek, and whispered, "Thank you."

He finally cradled her back onto the bathroom floor. Luckily, the bathroom was unnaturally clean.

Her body still jolted with slight trembles even as he tried to make her comfortable on the floor.

"What’s your name?"

He asked to kill the uncomfortable stare between them.

"Claire. Claire Davenport."

And his eyes went wide.

Of course. Of fucking course. He’d spilled on the owner of the party and then fucked her in her bathroom without even knowing her name.

Before he could say anything further Claire’s eyes fluttered close as she drifted off into sleep.

Leaving him in his usual confusion and regret.