Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!

Chapter 105: Chapter : 105 : Faster And Harder, Sir!

A low groan escaped Aiden, his hands tangling in her long hair. ”Mmm... just like that... that’s it.”

She bobbed her head, lips sliding over him, tongue flicking and teasing, savoring the taste of him. Her cheeks flushed as her ears twitched in excitement, the position giving her full control of the angle while his weight pressed against her shoulders just enough to make her feel the tension of his body.

Her hands caressed the base, stroking in time with the motions of her mouth, teasing, licking, sucking. The sound of wet kisses filled the quiet chamber, punctuated by her desperate, needy moans and the low, rough growls from Aiden.

”Harder,” he commanded, voice husky. ”I want to feel that mouth properly... show me how much you need it.”

She obeyed instantly, taking more of him, letting her lips wrap around him fully while her tongue pressed against the sensitive underside, exploring, teasing, driving him closer to the edge. Her small hands stroked him in time, squeezing just enough to make him groan, bucking slightly against her mouth.

”Oh... Ly...” Aiden groaned, leaning back against the wall, one hand threading through her hair to pull her closer. ”Fuck... you’re so good at this... taking me like that...”

She whimpered around him, tongue swirling, lips sliding, loving the taste of him as much as she loved feeling him respond to her. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes slightly watering from the effort and the pleasure, but she never slowed, never faltered.

Aiden’s fingers gripped her hair tighter, guiding her movements, his hips pressing forward, letting her feel every inch of him. ”Look at me when you do it,” he said, voice low but sharp. ”I want to see how much you want it, Ly.”

Her eyes met his, wide, bright, filled with hunger and submission, and the sight of it sent a shiver down his spine. She bobbed faster, her tongue flicking against him with precision, teasing every sensitive spot. She made little moans, muffled by his length, each one driving him higher.

”Ahh... so close,” he groaned, thighs trembling. ”Fuck, I’m going to—”

But he didn’t finish yet. Instead, he pulled slightly, letting the tip slip from her lips, teasing. ”Beg for it,” he murmured. ”Tell me you want to make me come... that you’ll do it.”

Lysandra’s hands tightened around him, cheeks burning hotter than ever. ”Yes, Sir Aiden! Please... please let me make you come! I... I’ll do it! I want it!”

Aiden grinned, low and dark. ”Good girl.” He pushed back fully, giving her permission and urging her to take him fully once more. She obeyed immediately, swallowing him deep, her lips tight and wet, tongue moving with precision, eager to bring him over the edge.

Her body trembled with the effort, moaning around him as he grew closer and closer. His hands roamed over her head and shoulders, guiding, holding, teasing, keeping her under his control. Every motion, every flick of her tongue, drove him higher, closer to the point of no return.

”Ly... god... I’m so close...” His voice cracked in a mixture of pleasure and command. ”Come on... make me—”

She bobbed harder, sucking greedily, tongue pressing against the sensitive underside, coaxing him with skill and devotion. The sound of her wet, desperate mouth and her gasps filled the air, each one echoing in the chamber.

Finally, with a guttural groan, Aiden reached the edge, gripping her hair and pulling her close, his hips jerking as he released inside her mouth. She swallowed every drop, lips and tongue moving desperately to savor him, licking, tasting, making sure not a single drop went to waste.

Her muffled moans and her eager, flushed face were a perfect sight, and he couldn’t resist pressing his forehead to hers, letting himself relax for a heartbeat while her hands stroked and her mouth held him.

When the last tremor passed, he pulled back slightly, watching her pant, cheeks flushed and ears twitching with embarrassment and excitement. Her eyes, however, were bright, proud, and wet with desire.

”See?” he murmured, voice low and rough. ”That’s what I wanted. You did perfectly.”

She looked up at him, lips glistening, chest heaving, and gave him a small, satisfied smile. ”I... I made you come, Sir Aiden...”

He nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face, dark smile tugging at his lips. ”Yes... and now you’ve earned even more.”

Aiden’s dark eyes lingered on her flushed, glistening face, chest still rising with deep, uneven breaths. Heat radiated between them, thick, sticky, filled with the lingering taste of her submission. He let his hand glide over her jaw, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

”You did well,” he murmured, voice low, dangerous, full of raw hunger. ”But now... it’s my turn to claim you properly.”

Lysandra’s knees shook as she swallowed hard, ears twitching. ”Y-Yes, Sir Aiden...” she whispered, voice trembling with anticipation and need.

Aiden grinned, a dark, feral curve of lips. He lowered his body, pressing her gently against the floor of the chamber, his chest against hers, his weight heavy but controlled. Her green skin warmed under his touch, every inch of her body alive, quivering with desire.

He leaned in, lips brushing her shoulder, down her collarbone, teasing the sensitive flesh with slow, deliberate kisses. His hands trailed lower, cupping the round fullness of her breasts, thumbs teasing the hardened peaks, rolling them until she gasped sharply.

”Sir... ahhh... please...” she whimpered, arching against him, the sound desperate and needy.

”Patience, Ly,” he murmured against her neck, nibbling gently, letting his teeth graze the sensitive skin. ”I want to take my time... enjoy every inch of you before I enter.”

Her hands fumbled over his back, tracing the hard planes of his muscles, pulling him closer, desperate for the friction that promised the next level of pleasure.

Aiden’s lips returned to hers, claiming her mouth in a wet, hungry kiss. Tongues tangled, teeth grazed, moans slipped freely between them as he ground his hips against her, the tip of him brushing over her wet folds. Lysandra moaned into him, fingers digging into his shoulders, arching as her body begged for more.

He slowly slid down her body, hands bracing on either side of her hips, lips trailing over her stomach, teasing every inch of her soft, flushed skin. His mouth lingered over the sensitive curve of her thighs, nipping, licking, tasting, until her hips lifted instinctively, pressing her wetness toward him.

”Ahhh... Sir Aiden...” she gasped, hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer. ”Please... please don’t stop...”

He smirked darkly, letting one finger trace teasingly through her slick folds before finally pressing the tip of himself to her entrance. Her breath hitched, hips trembling as she felt the full weight of him poised to enter.

”Are you ready, Ly?” he asked, voice low, rough, commanding.

She nodded rapidly, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, lips parted. ”Y-Yes... please, Sir Aiden... I’m ready... I want you inside me...”

With deliberate slowness, he pressed in, filling her gradually, letting her feel every inch before moving. Her gasp was sharp, a mixture of pleasure and the familiar stretch as he sank deeper. Her hands gripped him, pulling him closer, urging him to claim her fully.

He began to move, slow at first, letting her adjust, grinding gently against her, feeling her warmth, the tight, wet heat clenching around him. She moaned, hips lifting involuntarily, begging for more, each motion pulling a low, guttural groan from his chest.

”Yes... ahhh... Sir Aiden... harder... faster...” She gasped, voice breaking as the pleasure coiled tight inside her.

He obliged, thrusting deeper, harder, each motion deliberate, pounding into her with steady, controlled hunger. Their skin slapped together, the sound filling the chamber, mingling with moans, gasps, and the wet, sticky friction of desire.

Lysandra’s fingers raked over his back, nails digging slightly, body arching, pressing herself against him with desperate need. Every thrust, every brush against her most sensitive spots drove her closer, waves of pleasure rolling through her like fire.

Aiden’s hands gripped her hips tightly, controlling the rhythm while his lips found hers again, kissing her with the same dark hunger that had begun in the foreplay. Their tongues tangled, moans muffled in the wet, desperate kisses, every sense consumed by each other.

”You feel... so perfect, Lysandra,” He groaned, voice thick, low, each thrust measured yet merciless. ”God... I can’t get enough of you...”

Her own moans were sharp, high, and filled with pure, hungry desperation. ”I-I’m yours, Sir Aiden... take me... take me fully...” she cried, thrusting her hips upward to meet him, grinding desperately against him.

Aiden’s fingers traced over her spine, pulling her closer with each pounding motion, every nerve in his body alight with the heat of possession. He could feel her tightening around him, each tremor and convulsion spurring him faster, harder, deeper.

Her cries became louder, more urgent, as she approached the edge, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until it was unbearable. ”Ahhh—Sir Aiden! I’m... I’m going to... ahhh! I’m—!”

He kissed her, swallowing a scream as his other hand continued to drive her against him, thrusts deep, powerful, relentless. ”Come for me, Ly... now...”

Her body shuddered violently, climax crashing through her with a force that left her breathless, trembling, every muscle spasming around him. She cried out into his hand, clutching him, nails digging in as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her.

Aiden’s own release followed swiftly, the tight, wet heat around him pushing him over the edge. He groaned, his hips jerking, pouring himself deep inside her as he rode out his climax, holding her tightly against him.

They collapsed together, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat, their breaths mingling, hearts pounding in unison. Lysandra’s head rested against his shoulder, ears twitching slightly as she tried to catch her breath, still trembling from the intensity.

Aiden pressed a kiss to her temple, low, possessive, and murmured, ”That’s mine... every part of you.”

She let out a soft, exhausted laugh, trembling, still clinging to him. ”Y-Yes... Sir Aiden... all yours...”

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END OF Chapter : 105 : FASTER AND HARDER, SIR!

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