Chapter 97: Nea (2) (R18)
Nea hovered over me, her breathing ragged and shallow in the quiet room. Her silver hair fell in messy strands around her face, framing those charming eyes that were completely glazed over with pure want. I had seen her like this before—stripped of her armor and pretense—but it never stopped making my heart hammer against my ribs.
She reached down, her hands shaking just slightly, and guided me exactly where she needed me to be.
She took a deep, shuddering breath and slowly lowered her hips.
"Nnng..." a sharp, high sound escaped her lips as we finally connected.
Her nails dug fiercely into my shoulders, her eyes squeezing shut. I grabbed her waist, holding her steady. She was incredibly tight and impossibly hot. The sheer friction of her sinking down sent a blinding flash of white heat straight to my brain.
"Nea," I grunted, my voice entirely hoarse. "You’re..."
"Haa... a-ah..." She didn’t let me finish. She pushed down the rest of the way, seating herself completely against me. Her head threw back, exposing the long, pale column of her throat as a long, drawn-out moan filled the room. "Ahhh... Axel..."
It took everything in my power not to lose my mind right then and there.
She stayed still for a few seconds, letting her body adjust to the stretch. I let my hands slide up from her waist, tracing the firm muscles of her back, feeling the slight tremble in her spine.
Then, she started to move.
At first, it was a slow, testing roll of her hips. But she was a knight. Her core strength and stamina were ridiculous. Within moments, she found an agonizingly perfect rhythm. She rose up, the moonlight washing over her damp skin, and sank back down with a wet slap that echoed in the quiet bedroom.
"Nnn! Ah... Ah!"
Every time she pushed down, she let out a sweet, breathless sound.
"Nnggg... Axel, it’s... it’s so deep..."
"You’re doing perfect," I rasped, my hands gripping her hips to guide her pace. I pushed my hips up to meet her descents, grinding deeply against her.
"Mmn!" Her eyes snapped open, a violent blush covering her entire chest and face. The counter-thrust caught her off guard. She leaned forward, flattening her chest against mine. Her silver hair tickled my cheeks, and her skin was slick with a fine layer of sweat.
She started moving faster, chasing the feeling. The bed frame groaned under us, creaking in time with the wet, rhythmic slapping of our bodies.
"Ah! Ah! N-nng... yes..." she whimpered right against my ear.
She bit my shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark. The slight sting sent another jolt of pure electricity straight to my groin. I tangled one hand in her silver hair and pulled her face up to kiss her. It was a messy, desperate kiss, tasting of sweat and unchecked desire. She moaned into my mouth—a muffled "Mmmnh"—as I thrust upward hard.
But as fun as it was watching the fearsome vice captain take charge, I was entirely too impatient to just lie back.
I grabbed her firmly by the hips.
"W-wait, what are—ah!"
With a sudden twist of my body, I rolled us over, completely flipping our positions. The heavy mattress bounced as I pinned her firmly beneath me. Her silver hair fanned out wildly across my pillows.
"My turn," I whispered down at her.
"Nnn... you’re so impatient," she gasped, though her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist, pulling me back in.
I hooked my arms under her knees, lifting her legs higher to open her up completely.
"I’ve been waiting for months," I told her, looking straight into her eyes. "I think I’ve been patient enough."
I drove my hips forward, burying myself as deep as I possibly could in one smooth motion.
"Kyah—! Nnggg!" Nea arched her back right off the sheets, her fingers gripping the bedsheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her eyes rolled back for a fraction of a second. "A-Axel! Ahhh!"
The angle was entirely different now. It was deeper, more intense. I pulled back and slammed forward again.
"Ah! Nnn! Ah... Ah...!"
Her voice completely broke into a series of high, stuttering moans. The fearless warrior was entirely reduced to a trembling, beautiful mess beneath me. I established a brutal, punishing pace. The sounds of our collision—flesh slapping against flesh, her breathless whimpers, the rhythmic squeak of the bed frame—filled the dark room.
I leaned over her, kissing her jaw, her neck, biting gently at her collarbone. Every time I hit the deepest spot, her walls clamped down around me, squeezing so tightly it felt like my soul was being pulled out of my body.
"N-nng... Phantom... Axel, please...!" she cried out, her nails scoring down my back.
"Just Axel," I grunted, sweat dripping from my forehead onto the sheets. I caught her wrists again, pinning them above her head just like I had earlier, completely dominating her movements. "Tell me you won’t doubt me again."
"I-I won’t! Ah! Nnn... I won’t, just... don’t stop!" she sobbed out, her hips bucking up desperately to meet every single one of my thrusts. "Mmn... it feels so... Ahhh!"
Her inner walls started to shudder violently. She was close. The heavy friction and the absolute raw emotion of the night were pushing her right to the edge.
"Nnggg... Axel... I’m... Ah!"
I didn’t let up. I only pushed harder, burying myself to the hilt over and over. The heat was unbearable. The pleasure was completely blinding.
"Let go, Nea," I told her, my own voice breaking as I neared my absolute limit.
"Nnn... Ahhh! Axel!"
Her entire body tensed up like a drawn bowstring. A loud, unrestrained cry left her lips as she climaxed hard, her muscles contracting around me in intense, rapid waves. The sheer force of her peak shattered whatever control I had left.
With a heavy groan, I drove in one last, deep time, my own climax ripping through me.
We collapsed against each other, our chests heaving for air. The room was heavy with the smell of sex and sweat. My heart was practically beating out of my chest, mirroring the frantic pounding of hers.
I buried my face in her silver hair, completely utterly drained.
But as her breathing started to slow down, she shifted her legs around my waist, a sly, lingering heat still shining in her charming eyes.
We weren’t even close to being done.