Chapter 35 - You’re enjoying this aren’t you?*
Her body trembled the moment his touch found her skin, breath hot against her ear.
Cale pulled her close, drawing her into an embrace that felt far too comfortable. Emma found herself surrendering to it, her body melting into his grasp as if it had been waiting for this moment all along.
He took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance of her nape. It was intoxicating—tantalizing in a way that made his pulse quicken.
Resting his chin on her left shoulder, his voice dropped to a murmur. "You’ve gotten more seductive. You do realize we can’t do certain things in here..." He paused, a smirk evident in his tone. "Not that I mind, though."
He began kissing her neck slowly. Once. Twice. Again and again, marking her skin with deliberate hickeys that bloomed across her pale flesh like dark flowers. Emma’s face flushed crimson, her body responding in ways she couldn’t control.
Before, when she’d been in command, everything had been manageable. But now—now he was bolder, more assured. She closed her eyes in embarrassment, her fists clenching against the fabric of his clothes.
’How can one stop adoring this creature?’ Cale thought,
’Well, I’ll walk her down the right path. Make sure she doesn’t become just another scheming bitch.’
His left hand began a slow descent, tracing lazy circles across her belly. He could feel the definition there—evidence of her training, muscles developing beneath soft skin. His fingers spiraled around her navel, each touch deliberate and measured.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of restraint, Emma’s control shattered. A moan escaped her lips for the first time.
"Ahn~"
The sound was like a key turning a lock. His caressing sent waves of pleasure cascading through her, activating something deep within that had lain dormant for far too long. Just from his touch alone, her entire nervous system was firing in ways she’d forgotten existed.
His right hand moved to her waist, then higher, finding those perky mounds and cupping them gently through the fabric. Emma moaned again, louder this time.
"Ahnn~"
He shifted his attention to her pointy elf ears—those legendary weak points of elves. The man knew his culture. His lips found the delicate point, and he licked slowly from the base to the tip.
"Slick—"
Her entire body trembled violently, a gasp torn from her throat as her ears actually moved, twitching like they had a mind of their own. Cale’s eyes gleamed with interest.
He bit gently at the sensitive flesh.
"AnGhhhNn~"
"You’ve grown," he murmured between kisses. "Even developed some toned muscles. How many more surprises do you have for me, hmm~?"
Emma’s voice came breathless, fragmented. "Y-You... your c-cultivation has increased too. I-I see... you’ve been w-working hard too."
Cale smiled against her skin.
His left hand drifted lower, finding her thighs and tracing their shape with slowness. Up and down, sending jolts of electricity through her entire frame. After circling her breasts for several long moments, his fingers found her hardened nipples and pinched gently.
The moment he did, both her ears moved—exactly like a happy puppy wagging its tail in excitement.
He pulled back from her neck, his voice dropping into something purely seductive. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"
Emma froze for a heartbeat.
’How did he know!? I tried to hide it! I even changed my entire appearance, but this... God, I can’t stop him. It feels too good, too warm.’
She was completely submitting now, and they both knew it.
He flicked her nipple again. The response was immediate.
"Ahh!~"
’Guess its time to move to the next step.’
His left hand trailed down from her thighs, slipping beneath her skirt to find the edge of her panties. He made slow circles against her lower lips, each motion deliberate and measured.
Emma’s body convulsed with pleasure, her right hand suddenly gripping his thigh with surprising strength—a physical manifestation of the emotions she couldn’t voice. Fluids were already beginning to trace down her inner thighs.
He pushed past the fabric of her underwear, his index finger sliding into her entrance and beginning to explore the tight, wet cave of her body. Emma’s head tilted back, continuous moans spilling from her lips as he found spots that made her entire body jolt with sensation.
"Anghh~ Ahn~"
His right hand, still resting on her breast, shifted to her face, caressing her cheek gently before his index and middle fingers parted her lips. Emma understood the unspoken command immediately, her mouth closing around them and beginning to suck with surprising enthusiasm, making the sensation even more exquisite for him.
Using his nose, he swept her hair to one side and continued marking her nape, adding to the collection of hickeys already blooming there. Meanwhile, his left hand’s middle finger joined the first, both now exploring her depths with increasing confidence.
"Ahnnn~"
The room filled with a symphony of sounds—wet squelches, soft kisses, breathless moans layering over one another. But the protection arrays surrounding them ensured that what happened behind these walls remained hidden from the world outside.
Cale increased the pace of his fingers, her body becoming increasingly erratic in response. Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, and then—
*Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!*
She came hard, her entire frame convulsing as fluids flooded over his hand. Even as her orgasm wracked through her, she bit down on his other fingers still in her mouth. He didn’t mind. Not at all.
He brought his wet hand up in front of her eyes, letting her see the evidence of what he’d done to her. A low laugh escaped his throat. "Heh, would you look at that."
Emma’s breathing was ragged, heavy. "Haah... haah... haah..."
It was her second best orgasm since that day with him—unknowingly, her body had been starving for this, for him. But now the embarrassment was crushing, mixed with something else entirely. Anticipation.
Cale watched as her pale ears flushed bright red, and he felt satisfaction. All those fights, all that academy bullshit—after so long, he finally had a moment of relief. A moment of respite. And he was going to savor every second of it.