[Exclusive] TIS 1328.4 R18 Beach Episode (1). You’re Not Fragile

[Exclusive] TIS 1328.4 R18 Beach Episode (1). You’re Not Fragile

Cheeks red.

Eyes dark with want.

She was trembling again.

And this?

This was the surrender I wanted.

I lowered my head and kissed her.

Hard.

No more gentle persuasion.

My other hand tangled in her hair, holding her in place while I claimed her mouth. She responded eagerly, lips parting under mine, small gasps escaping into the kiss.

She tasted sweet. Innocent.

Even now.

I nipped her lower lip gently, just enough to make her gasp again.

Her hands slid up my chest, fingers digging into my shoulders as she pulled herself closer.

She was getting bold now.

Greedy.

I liked it.

My thumb brushed over her nipple again, rolling it slowly, watching her face contort with pleasure.

Then I pressed my other hand more firmly against her core.

She cried out sharply.

But this wasn’t pain.

This was relief.

Her hips bucked instinctively.

She wanted more.

Needed more.

Her body was already betraying any illusion of control she had left.

“You’re not fragile,” I repeated. “You’re starving.”

And with that?

I gave her what she was truly asking for.

I lifted her easily, placing her fully onto the bed, her body sinking into the bed sheets like she was made to be there. I followed, moving over her, my wings casting shadows across her skin.

Her legs parted instinctively.

Inviting.

Offering.

I settled between them, my weight pressing her down just enough to remind her who was in charge.

But not so much to crush.

She was hungry.

And I intended to feast.

I lowered my head, capturing her breast in my mouth. Her back arched, a cry tearing from her throat. I sucked hard, my tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, her hands tangling in my hair.

She smelled like innocence.

Tasted like sin.

Perfect.

My hands explored every inch of her, memorizing the curve of her hips, the softness of her thighs, the tremor that ran through her when I found that spot that made her gasp.

“You feel that?” I murmured against her skin.

She nodded, breathless.

Words were lost to her now.

Good.

I shifted lower, kissing a trail down her stomach, my wings brushing against her sides, making her shiver.

Her fingers clenched in the sheets.

Her breathing became ragged.

Anticipation was a torment, and I was enjoying every second of it.

I paused at the apex of her thighs, looking up at her.

She was watching me, her eyes wide, her lips parted.

She was beautiful.

And she was all mine.

I lowered my head, my breath hot against her core.

Her hips bucked.

“Please…”

Her voice was a ragged whisper.

Please.

There it was.

The surrender I’d been waiting for.

I gave her what she wanted.

My tongue delved into her folds, tasting her sweetness, her wetness coating my chin. She cried out, her body arching off the bed, her hands flying to my hair, holding me in place.

I took my time, exploring her, learning her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, her cries growing more desperate, her body trembling uncontrollably.

“Your Majesty…”

My name on her lips was a prayer.

A curse.

A promise.

I sucked on her clit, hard, and she shattered.

Her body convulsed, her inner walls clenching around my tongue, her release flooding my senses. I drank her in, prolonging her pleasure, my name a constant, breathless mantra on her lips.

When she finally came back to herself, she was limp, her body trembling, her eyes glazed with satisfaction.

I crawled back up her body, my hard length pressing against her entrance.

She looked up at me, her eyes wide, her lips swollen from my kisses.

“Make me yours,” she whispered.

I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her wet heat.

“This will hurt,” I warned her.

She nodded, her hands reaching up to cup my face.

“I know.”

I pushed forward, slow and steady, her tight heat enveloping me, a groan tearing from my throat. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders, her body tensing at the intrusion.

I paused, giving her a moment to adjust, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths mingling in the space between us.

“You okay?” I asked, my voice rough with desire.

She nodded, a tear slipping from the corner of her eye.

“Yes,” she breathed.

I moved again, this time a little deeper, her body stretching to accommodate me. I set a slow, steady rhythm, my strokes long and deep, each one drawing a gasp from her lips.

Her initial pain began to fade, replaced by a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Her body responded instinctively, her hips rising to meet mine, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper.

The room filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, the slap of skin against skin, our ragged breaths, her soft cries of pleasure.

I watched her face, her features contorted in ecstasy, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut.

Somehow, seeing her in this role was so refreshing.

I increased my pace, my thrusts becoming harder, faster, driving us both towards the edge.

Her inner walls began to clench around me, her cries growing louder, more desperate.

“Your Majesty…”

My name was a plea, a prayer, a promise.

“I’m close…” she gasped.

I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit, circling it, pushing her over the edge.

She came with a scream, her body convulsing, her release triggering my own. I buried myself deep inside her, my seed flooding her, a raw, guttural cry tearing from my throat.

-Ting!

[You have gained EXP!]

[Your demonic power fully restored.]

[Your servant's demonic power fully restored.]

"You did well, Ivy," I whispered, my voice still rough from my release. My forehead rested against hers, our breaths mingling in the space between us.

She was still trembling, her body limp beneath mine, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. I could feel the rapid beat of her heart against my chest, a frantic little drum echoing the aftermath of our passion.

I rolled to the side, taking her with me, keeping our bodies joined as much as possible. Her head settled onto my shoulder, her hair a fragrant curtain against my skin, smelling of sweat and sex and something uniquely her.

My arms wrapped around her, holding her close. This was the part I always found most profound.

I traced idle patterns on her back, my fingertips learning the map of her. The dip of her spine, the curve of her waist, the soft, responsive flesh of her bottom. She shivered at my touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

"Are you alright?" I asked, my voice a low rumble in the quiet room.

She nodded, her face buried in the crook of my neck. "Mmm," she murmured.

I thought she would break her role. But no... she kept her role as a fragile princess. It was... fun. To be honest.

But even in that role, she was so much more.

My lips found her forehead, pressing a soft, lingering kiss there. "You were incredible," I whispered.

She tilted her head back, her eyes, dark and luminous in the dim light, meeting mine. A slow, shy smile bloomed on her face. "You were… overwhelming," she whispered back, her voice still husky from her cries of pleasure.

"Is that a complaint?" I teased, a smirk playing on my lips.

Her smile widened, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Not at all, Your Majesty."

The title, again. It still sent a jolt through me, a primal thrill that had nothing to do with power and everything to do with her. With the way she said it, a mix of reverence and desire that was a potent aphrodisiac.

"Good," I murmured, my lips brushing against hers. "Because I'm not done with you yet."