An electric tingle overcame her groin as her arousal intensified, and she felt soaked with the juices of passion. And still, Aden guided her hand, set the rhythm of her fingers.
Ecstasy fell like a storm across her mind. Her hips bucked. Aden folded her hand slightly to increase the angle, the intensity of the touch, and she bucked harder still.
It was her own hand she felt through the thin fabric of her nightgown, but it felt like a stranger’s. Her juices came in a flood, making her blush. She wrapped her legs around Aden’s back, dislodging the blanket from his shoulder. It slid down, but the heat seemed to cling to them still as she climbed toward her org*sm.
Seeing her body more clearly now in the light, watching her own hand work upon her, made her even more flush.
“Does this please you?” Aden asked. He moved her hand again, rubbing her fingers across her mound once more before shifting, lifting her nightgown out of the way, and moving to her secret lips. The fingers that didn’t feel like her own slipped inside her.
“Aaah-mmmm!” she cried.
Aden knew where to touch her just as well with her hand as with his own. He adjusted her, changed her angle, and her pleasure increased instantly. She cried out again, bucked harder. Her mind went blank with the whiteness of ecstasy, overwhelmed by the sensation.
Her womanhood seemed to overflow with her juices. Aden’s chest grazed against her bre*sts – and she could feel his hardness graze against her leg as well.
He hadn’t wanted to go too far tonight. He had just wanted to take her to her climax, so she could sleep. She needed rest, and he would have honored that.
But Ilyin felt differently now. When she felt his c*ck graze against her, heat raged through her, overcame her. But Aden kept kissing her lightly, restraining himself.
“Aden,” she breathed. She knew he wanted to let her sleep, that he didn’t mean to take her too far tonight. He’d made no move to take off his clothes, but just lay with her, guiding her passion.
But she wanted more. With her free hand, she pulled away his clothes. She freed his hardness, gripped it in her hand. Aden gasped, drawing in a deep breath. He was trying to hold himself so fiercely he was biting his lip.
But being undressed by Ilyin’s hand, having her free his bulging manhood, seizing it in her hand, it was intoxicating – sensations he could not resist.
“Ilyin,” he protested weakly.
“It’s alright,” she whispered to him, and he felt his resolve break. He repositioned, slid her hand out of the way, and drove himself into her. She let out a loud, sudden cry at the feel of him. She bucked, grasping at his shoulders, his back, as he moved inside her, back and forth, her cries unintelligible.
She held him tighter, like he was all there was, as she drew her hips into his rhythm. Pleasure wracked her body, so strong she feared it might break her.
They climbed like this, higher and faster, until their climax. And then another, and another. The night was just beginning.
***
Ilyin opened her eyes. In her usual bedtime, her room was in absolute darkness. The only light that ever intruded was when one of the Delrose maids slipped into the room to deliver something.
But not here.
Here there was a steady light, like midday. When her eyes adjusted, she could see that it seemed to be coming in from the high ceiling.
She was in a dream.
She had never seen this place before. It certainly didn’t look like any place in Biflten. She could see dried up vines still clinging to the old stone. The vines had lost all color and vibrancy, and what was left of them seemed part of the stone itself.
A violet-colored stone shone in the middle of the room. It didn’t seem to be glowing on its own, but rather catching the light from the ceiling and casting it about the room.
A door opened behind her. Ilyin turned.
Be careful.
It was Aden. And as Ilyin watched, she herself followed him into the room. Just the two of them – no escort, no one else.
This is . . .
It’s the Miltons’ ruins.
Ilyin’s eyes widened at Aden’s words.
Miltons’ ruins? They went extinct 500 years ago, didn’t they? How could there still be ruins remaining? Hadn’t they been originally living in the southeastern region?
An electric tingle overcame her groin as her arousal intensified, and she felt soaked with the juices of passion. And still, Aden guided her hand, set the rhythm of her fingers.
Ecstasy fell like a storm across her mind. Her hips bucked. Aden folded her hand slightly to increase the angle, the intensity of the touch, and she bucked harder still.
It was her own hand she felt through the thin fabric of her nightgown, but it felt like a stranger’s. Her juices came in a flood, making her blush. She wrapped her legs around Aden’s back, dislodging the blanket from his shoulder. It slid down, but the heat seemed to cling to them still as she climbed toward her org*sm.
Seeing her body more clearly now in the light, watching her own hand work upon her, made her even more flush.
“Does this please you?” Aden asked. He moved her hand again, rubbing her fingers across her mound once more before shifting, lifting her nightgown out of the way, and moving to her secret lips. The fingers that didn’t feel like her own slipped inside her.
“Aaah-mmmm!” she cried.
Aden knew where to touch her just as well with her hand as with his own. He adjusted her, changed her angle, and her pleasure increased instantly. She cried out again, bucked harder. Her mind went blank with the whiteness of ecstasy, overwhelmed by the sensation.
Her womanhood seemed to overflow with her juices. Aden’s chest grazed against her bre*sts – and she could feel his hardness graze against her leg as well.
He hadn’t wanted to go too far tonight. He had just wanted to take her to her climax, so she could sleep. She needed rest, and he would have honored that.
But Ilyin felt differently now. When she felt his c*ck graze against her, heat raged through her, overcame her. But Aden kept kissing her lightly, restraining himself.
“Aden,” she breathed. She knew he wanted to let her sleep, that he didn’t mean to take her too far tonight. He’d made no move to take off his clothes, but just lay with her, guiding her passion.
But she wanted more. With her free hand, she pulled away his clothes. She freed his hardness, gripped it in her hand. Aden gasped, drawing in a deep breath. He was trying to hold himself so fiercely he was biting his lip.
But being undressed by Ilyin’s hand, having her free his bulging manhood, seizing it in her hand, it was intoxicating – sensations he could not resist.
“Ilyin,” he protested weakly.
“It’s alright,” she whispered to him, and he felt his resolve break. He repositioned, slid her hand out of the way, and drove himself into her. She let out a loud, sudden cry at the feel of him. She bucked, grasping at his shoulders, his back, as he moved inside her, back and forth, her cries unintelligible.
She held him tighter, like he was all there was, as she drew her hips into his rhythm. Pleasure wracked her body, so strong she feared it might break her.
They climbed like this, higher and faster, until their climax. And then another, and another. The night was just beginning.
***
Ilyin opened her eyes. In her usual bedtime, her room was in absolute darkness. The only light that ever intruded was when one of the Delrose maids slipped into the room to deliver something.
But not here.
Here there was a steady light, like midday. When her eyes adjusted, she could see that it seemed to be coming in from the high ceiling.
She was in a dream.
She had never seen this place before. It certainly didn’t look like any place in Biflten. She could see dried up vines still clinging to the old stone. The vines had lost all color and vibrancy, and what was left of them seemed part of the stone itself.
A violet-colored stone shone in the middle of the room. It didn’t seem to be glowing on its own, but rather catching the light from the ceiling and casting it about the room.
A door opened behind her. Ilyin turned.
Be careful.
It was Aden. And as Ilyin watched, she herself followed him into the room. Just the two of them – no escort, no one else.
This is . . .
It’s the Miltons’ ruins.
Ilyin’s eyes widened at Aden’s words.
Miltons’ ruins? They went extinct 500 years ago, didn’t they? How could there still be ruins remaining? Hadn’t they been originally living in the southeastern region?
