SSS Talent: From Trash to Tyrant

Chapter 385: Chapter 385: The Night Before the War [V]

Aubrelle was above Trafalgar, her body trembling slightly, her breathing heavy and uneven.

From where he lay, Trafalgar had a clear view of her pussy, and Aubrelle looked visibly nervous, her hips hesitating as if she did not quite know how to move.

”Trafalgar... what do I do now?” she asked in a small, unsteady voice.

He answered her softly, trying not to make her more self-conscious.

”Try... using your mouth,” he said gently. ”That way you can make me feel good too... like I’m doing to you now.”

As he spoke, Trafalgar leaned forward and slowly began to touch her pussy, carefully, patiently, following her reactions instead of forcing any rhythm.

Aubrelle let out a quiet gasp, her legs trembling as the sensation spread through her body.

”Aaah...”

Not wanting to stay behind, and clearly encouraged by what she felt, Aubrelle bent down awkwardly and tried to take Trafalgar’s cock into her mouth, at first only the tip, then slowly moving lower, guided more by instinct than confidence.

A low, broken sound escaped Trafalgar’s throat, his breathing growing heavier as she tried to follow what he had shown her.

Aubrelle felt him tense beneath her, and when his movements slowed for a moment, it only made her try harder, her hands and mouth moving with shy determination, reacting to every sound he made without truly knowing yet how to read them.

Encouraged by Trafalgar’s reactions, Aubrelle slowly became bolder. Her movements were no longer as hesitant as before, and little by little their coordination improved, guided only by breath, sound, and instinct.

For a brief moment, Trafalgar stopped touching her vagina.

Aubrelle froze.

”Trafalgar...?” she whispered, confused and breathless.

Thinking she had done something wrong, she tried harder instead, her mouth and hands moving with more urgency around his cock, reacting to every sound he made without truly knowing yet how to read them.

”St... stop, Aubrelle...” he breathed weakly.

But she was too focused on him, on the way his body responded.

Trafalgar resisted as best he could, and then resumed touching her again, slowly, carefully, combining gentle movements meant to steady her and bring her back to a softer rhythm.

Aubrelle gasped.

Her legs trembled more strongly now, her voice breaking into heavier moans as the sensation gathered low in her body.

”Haah... haah...”

”Trafalgar... something is coming...” she whispered with a heavy voice.

He changed their position gently, placing Aubrelle beneath him, never breaking contact with her pussy and clit, making sure she stayed comfortable and supported.

Aubrelle clung to his long hair with one hand, her body arching as her strength faded from her legs.

”I’m... I’m coming...”

Trafalgar did not stop.

Aubrelle released completely, overwhelmed by how intense it felt, her breathing broken and uneven as her body trembled beneath him.

Afterward, she covered her face with both hands, mortified and shaking, suddenly too aware of how exposed she felt.

Trafalgar stayed close, resting his forehead against hers, letting his touch and presence reassure her without needing to say a single word.

Trafalgar whispered softly,

”Aubrelle... are you ready?”

He slowly positioned his dick against her still-sensitive vagina, careful not to rush her.

Aubrelle immediately pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his head and holding him tightly.

”...Go ahead,” she whispered against his ear. ”I trust you... I’m yours.”

Trafalgar moved very slowly.

The moment Aubrelle tensed, he stopped.

”Aubrelle... are you okay?” he asked quietly.

Her breathing was shaky.

”...Wait a little, please.”

So Trafalgar stayed there, close to her, holding her and kissing her softly. Their lips met again and again, slow and gentle, a fragile and deeply intimate moment for both of them, knowing tomorrow was an important day of the war, and that this was Aubrelle’s first time.

After a few breaths, Aubrelle pulled back slightly and whispered,

”...It should be okay now. You can move.”

Trafalgar leaned down, kissed her again, and then slowly pushed his dick into her, little by little, careful not to hurt her.

When Aubrelle whispered that he could move, Trafalgar answered her with a slow breath and began to move his hips little by little, carefully, patiently, watching every change in her expression as if it were guiding him more clearly than words ever could.

Aubrelle let out a broken sound and held onto him, her fingers tightening against his shoulders as he kept the rhythm gentle, easing the remaining tension in her body while continuing to kiss her and touch her boobs, trying to help her relax instead of rushing her.

”Trafalgar...” she whispered weakly.

He leaned closer to her face.

”You’re beautiful,” he murmured softly against her ear.

Aubrelle shivered at the words.

Her body reacted immediately, tightening around him, her breath turning shallow and uneven as she pressed closer.

”I... I’m close again...” she admitted in a trembling voice.

Trafalgar’s own breathing had grown heavier, his movements losing some of their careful restraint as emotion and sensation blended together.

”So am I, Aubrelle...”

He kept moving his hips slowly at first, then just a little deeper, a little stronger, listening to every sound she made, until her voice finally broke.

”Trafalgar... I’m... I’m coming...”

He answered her without stopping.

”I’m coming too, Aubrelle...”

They reached it together.

Aubrelle cried out softly and clung to him, her body trembling beneath his as Trafalgar buried his face against her neck, holding her through it, their breathing tangled and unsteady as they both finally slowed.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

After a few seconds, the mana around Aubrelle stirred.

Pipin appeared again in a small flutter of pale light and settled quietly on the bed beside them.

Aubrelle blinked.

For the first time since everything had begun, she could see him.

She could see Trafalgar holding her.

She could see how close they still were.

”...You’re still here,” she whispered softly, almost as if she needed to confirm it.

Trafalgar smiled faintly.

”I’m not going anywhere.”

Aubrelle lifted her head just enough for her hair to fall back from her face.

She looked at him for a second... and then smiled.

”...Can we go again?” she whispered teasingly.

Trafalgar froze.

”...Another?”

She laughed softly and leaned closer again.

”The night is still young,” she said gently. ”And tomorrow is important... I know.”

Her voice softened.

”But tonight... is ours.”