Exiled Prince and His Succubus Army-Chapter 28: Aya’s Ideal time 2 (18+)

He began to raise it, inch by inch, the soft material whispering against her skin as it slid upward. First, her calves were exposed, then her knees, and finally her thighs, smooth and toned from their adventures, now bared to the cool air of the shrine.

As the gown lifted higher, Renji traced his hands along her exposed thigh, his palms warm and firm, fingertips dancing lightly over the sensitive flesh. The contrast sent a ripple of goosebumps across her skin, tiny prickles that made her entire leg tingle. Aya shivered involuntarily, a full-body tremor that started from her toes and worked its way up, ending in a soft groan that escaped her lips. It was a sound of pure, unfiltered response, half surprise, half desire, her body arching slightly off the bed as if seeking more of his touch.

The bedroom felt smaller now, more intimate, the lantern’s soft glow casting golden highlights on her skin. Renji watched her reactions closely, his own arousal building as he saw the way she responded to him.

He savored the moment, his hands exploring the newly revealed expanse of her thigh, squeezing gently at the muscle there, feeling the warmth beneath his fingers. Aya’s groan deepened, her eyes fluttering half-closed, the goosebumps spreading like wildfire across her legs and up her sides.

Continuing his slow ascent, Renji raised the gown further, bunching the fabric in his hands as it cleared her hips and revealed her upper abdomen. The smooth plane of her stomach came into view, flat and subtly defined, rising and falling with her quickened breaths.

A faint trail of sweat glistened there already, a sign of the heat building within her from his teasing. The gown hovered just below her chest now, leaving her lower body exposed and vulnerable, her panties the only barrier left, though they did little to hide the evidence of her growing arousal.

Renji’s hand dipped lower again, his fingers teasing her entrance through the thin fabric once more, circling with light pressure that made her hips buck slightly. The touch was expert, knowing, forward and back in a rhythm that built tension without release. Aya moaned, the sound escaping unbidden, a throaty vibration that filled the room. It was music to Renji’s ears, raw and honest.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Your moans sound beautiful to me, Aya. Like a song I could listen to all day." His words were sincere, laced with that charm that made her flush deeper, her body responding with another shiver. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the next moan, but it came anyway, softer this time, as his fingers pressed just a bit firmer, sending sparks through her core.

With a final, fluid motion, Renji raised the gown completely, guiding it up over her chest, her arms, and finally over her head. Aya lifted her arms instinctively to help, the fabric slipping away like a shed skin, leaving her laying naked beneath him on the bed.

The cool air of the shrine kissed her bare body all at once, her breasts exposed, nipples hardening from the sudden exposure; her abdomen fully revealed, leading down to the curve of her hips and the apex of her thighs. She felt utterly vulnerable, yet there was a thrill in it, a rush of freedom mixed with the heat of his gaze roaming over her.

Renji tossed the gown aside carelessly, letting it land in a heap on the floor, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, every curve, every inch of smooth skin glowing in the lantern light.

Aya’s breath hitched, her hands twitching as if unsure whether to cover herself or reach for him, but she stayed still, captivated by the intensity in his expression.

Renji’s attention shifted, his hand reaching out to take one of her boobs in a soft squeeze, his palm cupping the fullness gently, thumb brushing over the hardened nipple. The touch was tender at first, exploratory, feeling the weight and softness in his grasp.

Aya gasped, her back arching as pleasure shot through her. Then, he bent down, his mouth descending to capture the nipple, sucking softly at first, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

The sensation was electric, warm, wet heat enveloping her, pulling a deep moan from her throat. She writhed beneath him, her hips shifting restlessly on the futon, hands clutching at the blankets as waves of pleasure radiated from her chest.

He didn’t rush; instead, he spent time showing love to both boobs, alternating between them with equal attention. His mouth moved from one to the other, sucking, licking, nipping gently with his teeth, enough to tease but not to hurt.

His free hand kneaded the neglected breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers, pinching lightly to elicit more moans. Aya’s body responded eagerly, her moans growing louder, more frequent, her writhing turning into a rhythmic undulation as the pleasure built.

Time seemed to stretch, the room filled with the soft sounds of his ministrations and her responses, the wet smacks of his mouth, her breathy gasps.

When he finally pulled back, satisfied with his work, a shiny sheen of sweat covered his forehead, beading from the effort and the rising heat in the room.

Similarly, a shiny sheen of his saliva covered her boobs, making them glisten in the light, the skin flushed and sensitive. Aya lay there panting, her chest heaving, the aftershocks of his attention still tingling through her.

Her nipples stood hard and erect now, rosy peaks atop her perky boobs, which seemed even more lifted from the stimulation, defying gravity in their aroused state.

Renji admired the view, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in the sight. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice husky with appreciation. "Such a good girl, Aya. So responsive, so beautiful like this." The praise sent a fresh wave of warmth through her, making her blush and squirm under his gaze. It was affirming, teasing, pulling her deeper into the moment.

Then, his hand trailed lower, beginning to stroke between her legs, fingers gliding along her inner thighs before finding her pussy. He teased the folds, stroking lightly at first, feeling the slickness that had gathered there. Aya’s response was immediate, her body tensing in anticipation.

A deep moan escaped Aya’s lips as his strokes deepened, the pleasure coiling tight in her belly. "Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice pleading, hips lifting to meet his hand.

But Renji paused deliberately, his fingers stilling, a wicked smile crossing his face. "Who should be giving orders between us, hmm?" he teased, his tone light but dominant, watching her reaction. Aya flushed deeply, embarrassment mixing with frustration, her cheeks burning.

"S-sorry," she stammered, averting her eyes. But Renji chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "I’m just teasing, Aya. I like hearing you ask for it."

Satisfied, he continued stroking her pussy, his fingers moving with renewed purpose, circling, pressing, dipping just inside to tease.

Aya moaned again, louder this time, her body writhing excessively now, twisting on the futon as the sensations overwhelmed her. To steady her, Renji leaned over fully, his free hand capturing both her wrists and pinning them together above her head against the soft bedding. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The position arched her back, pressing her body closer to his, heightening everything. With her restrained, he kept stroking, his fingers relentless, building the pressure. Aya cried out in pleasure, a mix of ecstasy and surrender as the waves crashed over her.

In the kitchen, her cry reaches Kaede and Rei who are cooking.

The cry carried faintly through the shrine’s thin walls, reaching the kitchen where Kaede and Rei were busy chopping vegetables and stirring a simple stew over the small fire.

Rei paused mid-chop, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink, a blush spreading as she realized what it likely meant. She glanced down at the cutting board, suddenly very focused on the herbs, a soft "Oh" escaping her lips. Kaede, on the other hand, huffed in mild annoyance, rolling her eyes as she stirred the pot a bit more vigorously. "Typical," she muttered under her breath.