slcukk…
“~ahh~”
Slucck…
Sluck…
“~mmhh~”
The wet, slick sound of flesh slapping echoed through the room, thick with an intense, dripping erotic atmosphere.
Aether was still tied to the bed.
So who was moving then?
“~ahh~~ahh~”
Of course, it was Aqualina. She was doing all the work—her ass bouncing like a lustful rhythm machine, jiggling every time it slapped against Aether’s muscular thighs.
His thick cock was buried deep inside her soaked pussy, sliding in and out, smearing her slick nectar along his shaft as she moved her hips with desperate need.
Aether, although he burned to thrust into her himself, couldn’t deny how hot it was to watch her trying so hard.
There was something delicious about seeing her like this—struggling, trembling, flushed, lost in pleasure.
‘I thought this was supposed to be my punishment?’ he mused, eyes locked on her body. But now… it was hard to tell.
Because all he saw was Aqualina—her legs shaking, her body coated in sweat, her pussy dripping and twitching as she rode him.
The pleasure clearly too much for her to handle.
Still, Aether didn’t move. He wasn’t going to interrupt now.
This was his punishment?
Then fine.
He’d fucking enjoy every second of it.
Her soft, full boobs jiggled behind her barely-there lingerie, teasingly bouncing with every hip roll. Strings of saliva dangled from her open lips, and her eyes had long rolled back into her skull from the relentless waves of ecstasy.
“~ahh~mm~aah~”
She was moaning shamelessly, her breath catching between gasps.
Her pussy was clenching around his cock—tight, greedy, wet—like she was trying to milk him dry.
“~ahh~What~ahh~?” she whimpered through her moans when she caught Aether staring at her, eyes hungry, dark with need.
Aether smirked and winked. “You look so damn sexy, you know that?”
Aqualina’s lips twitched in a sultry grin as she panted, “I… ahh~ k~know….” Her voice trembled with need.
She leaned down, her breasts rubbing against his chest, kissing his firm, toned abdomen, licking a slow trail up to his nipple. She took it between her lips, sucking hard, moaning into him as she bounced on his cock with more desperation—more want.
She slammed her hips down harder, the wet slaps echoing louder, her eyes half-lidded with lust.
She didn’t want to cum again before him—no. She wanted to drag him with her.
Wanted to feel his cock explode inside her and flood her trembling pussy.
She refused to cum first. She wouldn’t lose!
“Arrh!” Aether let out a low groan, feeling her silky inner walls wrap around him like a hungry serpent. Her pussy tightened with every grind, squeezing him as if trying to drain every last drop.
And as if that wasn’t enough—she kept teasing his nipples, kissing his neck, whispering broken, breathy moans against his skin.
She was too turned on. He could feel it—see it. Her pussy was leaking, coating his cock, her legs barely able to keep moving from how much her body was shaking.
‘How pitiful~’ Aether thought, amused. She was trying so hard.
Maybe… maybe she deserved a little help.
Just a little.
It was only fair to lend a hand when someone was struggling, right?
So…
“~HIKK~~”
Aqualina cried out as Aether suddenly jerked his hips up—hard. His cock rammed deep inside her pussy, slamming against her womb with a wet, brutal thrust.
Pain. Pleasure. Overload.
Something inside her snapped.
Her pussy convulsed violently, her body stiffening before she collapsed on his chest, face flushed, dripping sweat, and trembling like a leaf.
“A~Aether…” she moaned, her voice soaked in lust, her body twitching, unable to move anymore. “I… I can’t… it’s too much…”
Aether grinned, licking his lips slowly. “What was that, baby?”
“P~please…” she panted, her voice barely a whisper as she pressed her forehead to his neck. Her pussy was quivering, her core aching with unbearable heat.
Aether smiled, “What do you want?” he asked again, his voice low and teasing, still wearing that devilish grin on his face.
Aqualina bit her lips, her eyes glossy and desperate. But before she could speak—
“~HIK~”
He jerked his hips up again, hard and sudden.
A broken moan escaped her throat as her body shivered. She gasped for breath, panting hard before finally biting down on her lip and whispering in a trembling voice, “F~Fuck ~me~…”
In the very next breath, the ropes binding him suddenly ignited with a faint purple flame, crackling as they burned into nothingness and vanished without a trace.
Thud!
Aqualina let out a surprised gasp as he suddenly flipped her over, pressing her onto the bed and pinning her beneath his weight. He hovered above her, his body radiating heat and lust.
“Now it’s time for repayment~ Lovely~” he whispered darkly, voice soaked in wicked hunger.
Without hesitation, he yanked away her lingerie—the flimsy red bra that barely hid her luscious curves—and her full, round breasts spilled free.
“Ahh~” she moaned as Aether latched onto one nipple, sucking it hard while his hands grabbed her tits roughly, kneading and groping with no mercy.
“S-So r-rough~ aaahhmmm~” she cried out, arching her back into his mouth.
But she didn’t even get the chance to breathe before—
With a sharp thrust, Aether slammed his cock deep into her soaked pussy.
“~aaahhhhhh~”
Her scream echoed, back arching as her legs tried to wrap around him, but he grabbed her thighs and spread them wide.
He didn’t wait. He didn’t hold back.
He started to pound her. Hard. Fast. Deep.
Wet slaps echoed with every thrust as his cock drove into her again and again, hitting her deepest spots, making her vision blur.
His hands groped her tits greedily while his mouth claimed hers—kissing her with raw, hungry passion. Their tongues tangled as he continued to ram into her pussy, never slowing down.
He pulled back from her lips and licked down her jaw, biting her neck, sucking at the soft flesh as she whimpered beneath him.
“~ayeess~aaahh~”
He grinned seeing her moan even more and grabbed her waist, lifting her hips slightly, changing the angle—and fucked her even deeper.
Her pussy clenched around him, squeezing, milking. She couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t stop shaking.
He sucked on her nipples again, switching from one to the other, wet kisses and rough bites coating her skin with spit and heat. Then he rose again, leaned forward, and kissed her lips—slow, sensual, devouring her moans.
“~mmff~aaafmmm~ffff”
Her moans rose into screams of bliss, her nails digging into his shoulders, her legs trembling and twitching.
The bed creaked beneath them, their bodies locked in a wild rhythm, the air thick with the scent of sex and heat.
The night had just begun.
And Aether was going to claim every second of it—his revenge, his pleasure, his hunger.
After that, the only thing echoing inside the room were her moans… her cries… her desperate screams of pleasure as he fucked her.
….
…
Meanwhile,
Outside the passionately heated room, just along the dimly lit corridor, another purple-haired woman paced back and forth. She was clad in a silky purple nightgown, her steps restless, her eyes constantly drifting toward the door with an uncertain, hesitant expression.
The door was only a few meters away—close enough to reach out and touch—yet her feet felt glued to the ground, as if something had been gnawing at her from within.
Sandra exhaled sharply, pressing her fingers to her temple as she paced again, thoughts spinning endlessly in her mind. Then suddenly, she stopped.
“Yes… let’s do it,” she said aloud, her voice carrying a newfound firmness. Her posture straightened, eyes flashing with determination as she turned toward the door. With a serious face and confident steps, she marched forward. Her hand reached out for the doorknob, fingers just about to brush it when—
“What are you doing?”
Celestia’s voice echoed before.
Sandra startled slightly, her hand freezing mid-air. Celestia appeared almost like a ghost, stepping out of the shadows with that ever-calm, unreadable expression.
Sandra frowned, annoyed, “Weren’t you sleeping? What are you doing here?”
Celestia raised a brow. “I could ask you the same thing,” she replied coolly, shifting into a slightly guarded stance.
Sandra’s lips twitched. She already knew how frustratingly stubborn Celestia could be. Once, this girl used to obey her without question—and now here she was, standing in her way… for a man?
‘How far our family has fallen…’ Sandra thought with narrowed brows.
With a long sigh, Sandra mumbled, “Well… I… tsk, I just… today, you know… kind of…”
“What?” Celestia leaned forward slightly, frowning.
Sandra clicked her tongue, her cheeks gaining a faint reddish hue. “You know… I might’ve… kind of slapped him. In the heat of the moment… so…”
She couldn’t even finish the sentence.
Celestia’s eyes widened slightly before a mischievous smirk curved her lips. “So you came here to ask for forgiveness?”
“…” Sandra groaned under her breath, glaring away. Her lips curled in frustration as she muttered, “Not forgiveness… I just want him to know I went a little overboard. That’s all.”
“Of course… of course,” Celestia said, feigning belief with a mocking nod.
Sandra’s face flushed deeper with embarrassment. She looked completely unamused. “Tch… Anyway, why the hell do I need to explain myself to you?” she huffed, brushing past Celestia with a sharp shoulder and reaching once more for the doorknob.
Celestia, still smirking, stepped slightly aside but offered a calm warning, “If I were you, I wouldn’t do that.”
Sandra snorted. “Oh, shut up—” she muttered, rolling her eyes. She gripped the knob and twisted it, parting the door just barely—maybe an inch—
“HARDERRRRRR~~~—“
Thud!
The door was slammed shut in an instant.
Sandra’s hand clung to the knob, frozen mid-motion, her entire body trembling. Her face flushed deep crimson—not from anger this time, but from hearing that. Her ears burned red as the sound echoed in her head.
Celestia barely held in her laugh. “Told you,” she said, her voice laced with amusement as she watched Sandra’s stunned, trembling form.
Sandra didn’t say a word. Not a single sound.
She simply turned—stiff, red, and flustered—and walked away in complete silence, her nightgown fluttering behind her.
Celestia smiled wider, “Figures,” she whispered under her breath.