Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls

Exelia arched against his hand, a moan muffled by the kiss. Her hips moved involuntarily, seeking more pressure, more contact. Kael responded by deepening the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with the same intensity with which his fingers began to explore the warm wetness between her legs.

He knew her—every curve, every sigh, every point of tension. His fingers slid over her with a precision that was almost cruel, touching her exactly where she needed it most, but without giving her the complete relief she craved. Instead, he made her feel every inch, every tremor, every wave of desire that coursed through her body.

"Kael..." she moaned, his name coming out as a plea and an accusation at the same time.

He pulled his lips away from hers, his gaze dark and intense as he watched her reactions. "Say it," he ordered, his voice hoarse.

"Please..."

"Please what?" He pressed his fingers deeper, but still not giving her what she truly wanted. Exelia opened her eyes, her gaze blurred with desire, yet still carrying that spark of defiance that had always defined her. "Don’t make me beg," she whispered, her fingers gripping the sheets.

Kael smiled slowly—a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "But you look so beautiful begging."

Before she could answer, he moved. In a fluid motion, he traveled down her body, his lips leaving a trail of warm kisses on her skin—down her neck, between her breasts, across her stomach—until he reached her thighs. He parted them with his hands, positioning himself between them.

Exelia lifted her head to look at him, her breath ragged. "Kael..."

"Quiet," he ordered, his voice laden with authority. And then he lowered his head.

The first touch of his tongue made her arch violently, a muffled cry escaping her lips. He wasn’t gentle—that wasn’t his style. He devoured her with an intensity that left her breathless, his tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive inch, while his hands gripped her hips firmly against the bed.

Exelia lost what little control she had left. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling at it, while her hips moved in sync with his tongue. Moans and incoherent words escaped her lips—his name, curses, pleas.

He brought her to the edge repeatedly, pulling back whenever he felt she was about to fall. Until finally, when she was trembling uncontrollably, her legs shaking around her head, he stopped.

Exelia looked at him with glazed, confused eyes. "Why...?"

Kael rose again, his body aligning with hers. Their eyes met—hers, blurry and pleading; his, dark and determined.

"Because now," he whispered, his voice rough with restrained desire, "you’re going to tell me exactly what you want."

Exelia swallowed hard, her mind struggling to form words through the fog of desire. "I want you," she finally managed to say. "All of you. Now."

He cupped her face with one hand, forcing her to keep his eyes on hers. "How?"

"Inside me," she whispered, her hips moving against him in an instinctive motion. "Now, Kael. Please."

It was the "please" that made him yield. With a hoarse groan, he positioned himself and then, in a slow, deliberate movement, entered her.

They both let out a hoarse sound—hers, a long, deep moan; his, a rough sigh. He stopped when he was completely inside, their bodies trembling with the intensity of the connection.

For a moment, they just stayed like that—connected, breathing together, looking at each other. And then Kael began to move.

Slow at first, each movement deliberate and deep. Exelia wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. Their bodies moved in an ancient, familiar rhythm, yet one that felt new each time.

"Faster," she moaned in his ear.

He complied, increasing the pace. The bed creaked softly with their movements, but the sound was muffled by their moans and panting breaths. Kael’s hands gripped her hips, marking her skin with the strength of his grip, while Exelia scratched his back, her fingers digging into his tense muscles.

The heat between them intensified, the tension growing with each movement. Exelia could feel her own orgasm approaching again—stronger this time, deeper.

"Kael... I’m almost there..."

"Wait," he ordered, slowing down again. "What’s this? Are you that sensitive?" he questioned, laughing.

"Don’t laugh... we’ve been apart for too long..." She murmured, hiding her face.

Kael didn’t laugh anymore. Instead, his eyes darkened with a mixture of possessiveness and fascination. His fingers, which were still inside her, moved deliberately, exploring every moist and sensitive inch.

"So long?" he whispered, his voice hoarse as he watched her reactions. His thumb found her swollen clitoris, pressing in slow, precise circles.

Exelia arched her back, a long, trembling moan escaping her lips. "You... know I do," she replied, breathless. "You’re cruel... didn’t you even miss me? You just went to the empire and left me behind~"

He leaned forward, his lips finding her neck as his fingers continued their meticulous work. "Don’t say that," he murmured against her skin. "You know I couldn’t just bring you with me... you’re the general, remember?"

His fingers moved faster, deeper, and Exelia let out a muffled cry. "Kael..."

"I know," he continued, his voice a warm whisper in her ear. "And I knew exactly what you were thinking. What you were feeling."

He shifted the angle of his fingers, pressing against a deep spot inside her that made her eyes widen. Exelia began to tremble uncontrollably, her legs closing around his arm.

"Because I was feeling the same," he confessed, his breath quickening along with hers. "Every day. Every hour. I missed you too."

His thumb increased the pressure on her clitoris while his fingers continued their rhythmic movement inside her. Exelia was completely lost now—her fingers digging into the sheets, her head thrown back, her lips parted in continuous moans.

"You’re so wet," he observed, his voice heavy with admiration and desire. "So hot. So... mine."

The last word was spoken with an intensity that made something inside her dissolve. Exelia felt the wave beginning to form—not just an ordinary orgasm, but something deeper, more intense.

"Go," he commanded, his eyes fixed on her face. "Let it go. Show me how much you missed me."

She couldn’t have resisted even if she wanted to. With a hoarse cry that echoed through the room, Exelia collapsed onto the edge. Her body arched violently, every muscle tensing before releasing in waves of intense pleasure.

And then it happened—a hot, uncontrollable gush that soaked her hand, the sheets, her thighs. Exelia had never squirted before, and the intensity of the sensation made her scream again, her eyes wide in shock and ecstasy.

Kael watched, fascinated, as she continued to tremble, each contraction sending more hot fluids against his hand. He didn’t stop—instead, he slowed the pace, prolonging each wave, each tremor, until she was completely exhausted, panting and trembling beneath him.

When she finally stopped, Exelia was completely still, except for her panting breath. Her eyes were closed, her eyelids trembling slightly.

Kael slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste her. His eyes darkened even more. "Perfect," he murmured.

Exelia opened her eyes, her gaze blurry and satisfied. "You... you made me..."

"I know," he interrupted, lying down beside her and pulling her against his body. "And you loved it."

She couldn’t deny it. Instead, she buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent mingled with theirs. "It’s never... never happened before."

He held her tighter. "It’s because you’ve never been away from me for so long."

Exelia lifted her head to look at him. "Promise we won’t have to be apart anymore?"

Kael held her gaze, his expression serious. "Fufufu~ You don’t need to be like that, we’ll have time~" He slowly guided his cock into her wet pussy~

"Aaahan" She moaned, she was still very sensitive~

Kael penetrated her completely again, his movement deliberate and deep. Exelia let out a long, trembling moan, her internal muscles still pulsing with the residual sensitivity of the previous orgasm.

He began to move inside her with a slow and intense rhythm, each thrust calculated to maximize contact. Exelia wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers gripping the tense muscles of his back.

"You’re so tight," he murmured, his voice hoarse with the effort of controlling his own desire. "So hot."

Exelia could feel every swelling, every vein, every movement of him inside her. Her own breathing became irregular, her moans mingling with Kael’s panting breath.

He changed the angle, pressing more deeply against a specific spot that made her arch violently. "Here?" he asked, his voice thick with curiosity and satisfaction.

"Yes," she whispered, almost unable to form words. "Right there."

Kael adjusted his rhythm to focus on that spot, his movements becoming faster, more precise. Exelia began to feel another wave of pleasure building—different from the previous one, more focused, more intense.

Her hips moved in sync with his, seeking each penetration, each contact. Kael’s hands gripped her breasts, his fingers squeezing and massaging her already sensitive nipples.

"More," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Don’t stop."

He didn’t stop. Instead, he increased the pace, his movements becoming almost frantic. The bed creaked with the force of his thrusts, but the sound was completely ignored.

Exelia felt the orgasm approaching—a growing tension in her core that spread throughout her body. "Kael... I’m..."

"Go," he ordered, his eyes fixed on her face. "Let me feel."

And with those words, she yielded. The orgasm exploded through her—not like the previous gush, but like a series of intense, deep contractions that squeezed Kael inside her with almost painful force.

He let out a hoarse groan, his own movements becoming uncontrolled. "Exelia..." his name escaped like a plea as he continued to move inside her, prolonging his own pleasure.

And then he yielded too. With one last deep thrust, he released himself inside her, his body trembling with the intensity of the release. Exelia felt the warmth of his fluid mingle with her own, a feeling of completeness that made her let out one last satisfied moan.

For moments, they remained like that—connected, trembling, breathing together. Kael finally withdrew, lying down beside her and pulling her against his body.

Exelia buried her face in his neck, her skin still warm and damp. "That was..."

"Perfect," he finished, his voice still hoarse. "As always."

She smiled, her fingers tracing random patterns on his chest. "You’re still so good at this."

He laughed—a genuine, satisfied sound. "It’s because you’re still so perfect."

They remained silent for a while, just breathing, just existing together. The moonlight filtering through the window illuminated their intertwined bodies, creating patterns of light and shadow on their marked skin.

"Promise," Exelia finally whispered, her eyes fixed on Kael’s face.

He looked at her, his expression serious. "Promise."

And then they intertwined again—not with the previous urgency, but with a satisfied slowness, exploring every curve, every contact, every sensation. Sex became a dance—not frantic, but deliberate, each movement calculated to maximize mutual pleasure.

Kael explored every part of her body with his tongue and fingers, while Exelia did the same to him. There was no more urgency—only the satisfaction of being together, of reconnecting after separation.

When they finally stopped, both were completely exhausted—but satisfied. Exelia lay on top of Kael, her head on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his breathing and heartbeat.

"We won’t be separated again," she murmured, almost asleep.

Kael held her tighter. "No."