Chapter 212: Walking in**
Aria’s lips slid along his length, taking him inch by inch deeper into her mouth. Her tongue traced the underside of his shaft as she bobbed her head, one hand gripping the base while the other rested on his thigh for balance.
Schlp. Schlp. Schlp.
The wet sounds filled the study, mingling with her muffled moans. Kael leaned back in his chair, his jaw tight, watching her work. Her violet eyes flicked upward to meet his gaze, and the sight of her — lips stretched around him, cheeks hollowed with suction — sent a jolt of heat through his core.
"Deeper," he said.
Aria pushed forward, taking him further until the tip hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, eyes watering, but didn’t pull away. Her throat convulsed around him, tight and hot, and Kael groaned low in his chest.
His hand tightened in her hair. He held her there for a moment. She took him to the root in one smooth motion, her nose pressing against his pelvis. Her throat spasmed, and the vibration made his hips jerk upward. He held her head with both hands and began to move, fucking her mouth with controlled thrusts.
Ghk. Ghk. Ghk.
"Fuck—" Kael’s breathing grew heavy. The pressure built rapidly, coiling at the base of his spine. Aria’s hands clawed at his thighs, nails digging into muscle, but she didn’t push away. Her eyes watered freely now, tears streaking down her flushed cheeks, but her tongue never stopped working, swirling around him with every pull-back.
"I’m cumming—"
He thrust deep one final time and held her there. His cock pulsed in her throat, thick ropes of cum flooding her mouth. Aria’s eyes rolled back, her expression slackening into something dazed as she swallowed instinctively, throat muscles milking him dry.
Kael released her head.
Aria pulled back, gasping for air. Cum leaked from the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her bare breasts in thin white lines. She coughed once, then looked up at him with hazy, satisfied eyes.
Kael stood, pulling her up with him, then spun her around and bent her over the desk.
"Wait— I just—" she started, still catching her breath.
"You think we’re done?"
He hiked her dress up around her waist, exposing her bare ass and the slick, swollen folds between her thighs. He positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
Aria gripped the edge of the desk. "Kael—"
He pushed inside.
"Aaaahnn—!"
Her walls clenched around him, hot and impossibly tight, still sensitive from her earlier orgasm. Kael groaned at the sensation, his fingers digging into her hips as he bottomed out with a single thrust.
PAM.
The sound of skin striking skin echoed through the study. Aria’s moan was loud, shameless, bouncing off the stone walls. Kael didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back and drove in again.
PAM. PAM. PAM.
He set a brutal pace from the start, each thrust slamming her hips against the desk edge. Documents that had survived the first clearing scattered onto the floor. Ink pots rattled.
"Ah— ah— Kael— "
He leaned forward, one hand wrapping around her throat from behind, not squeezing — just holding. The possessiveness of the gesture made Aria shudder beneath him.
He fucked her harder. The desk scraped against the floor with each impact, the heavy wood groaning in protest. Aria’s moans climbed higher, mixing with the rhythmic slapping of their bodies until the study sounded like something that shouldn’t be heard behind closed doors.
"I’m— I’m going to—"
"Cum for me."
She did. Her walls clamped down on him like a vice, pulsing with violent contractions as her orgasm ripped through her. Aria screamed into her forearm, biting down to muffle the sound, but it escaped anyway — a long, trembling wail that Kael swallowed with satisfaction.
He didn’t stop. He pulled out while she was still shaking, flipped her around, and lifted her onto the desk again. This time he hooked her legs over his shoulders and drove back in.
"AHHN—!"
Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails across his skin. The new angle let him hit deeper, and Aria’s eyes went wide with every thrust, her mouth forming a soundless O before another moan tore free.
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
Sweat dripped from Kael’s jaw onto her stomach. He could keep going for hours if he wanted to due to his body cultivation.
And he wanted to.
After her third orgasm on the desk — her voice cracking, her whole body trembling — Kael pulled out and carried her to the wall. He pinned her there, her back pressed against cool stone, her legs wrapped around his waist. He entered her again in one smooth motion.
"Ahh— fuck— the wall— so good—"
He fucked her against the wall with deep, grinding thrusts. Each one pressed her harder into the stone, the cold surface a sharp contrast to the heat building between them. Aria’s head fell back, hitting the wall softly as she moaned, completely at his mercy.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Her legs tightened around him. Her fourth orgasm built quickly — the wall was hitting a different spot, and the new sensation overwhelmed her resistance.
"Kael— Kael, I’m going to cum—"
She came apart with a strangled cry, her entire body seizing against him. Her walls milked his cock so hard that he nearly followed her over the edge, but he held back through sheer willpower.
He carried her — still impaled on him to the large sofa chair near the bookshelf. He sat down, pulling her with him so she straddled his lap. Her knees sank into the cushions on either side of his thighs.
"Ride me," he said.
Aria, dazed and breathless, placed her hands on his shoulders and began to move. She rose and fell slowly at first, finding her rhythm, her wetness making every slide smooth and effortless. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and Kael’s hands found them immediately, kneading the soft flesh, thumbs brushing her nipples.
"Mmn... Kael..."
She picked up speed. The chair creaked beneath them. Her hips rolled in tight circles as she rode him, grinding her clit against him with every downstroke. The pleasure built rapidly — for both of them this time. Kael could feel his own climax approaching like a rising tide.
"I’m close," Aria gasped.
"Me too."
She slammed her hips down hard and ground against him. They came together — Aria with a loud moan, Kael with a deep groan as he buried himself to the hilt and released. Heat flooded her insides, pulse after pulse, filling her until it overflowed, leaking out around his shaft and dripping onto the cushions beneath them.
Aria collapsed against his chest, breathing hard, her body twitching with aftershocks.
Kael caught his breath, then shifted her off his lap. His cock was still hard — standing rigid, glistening with their combined fluids. Body cultivation stamina was a blessing and a curse.
He stood, and Aria — reading his intention — wrapped her breasts around his shaft without being asked. She pressed them together, creating a soft, warm tunnel, and began to move.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
Kael watched her work, his hands resting on her head. The sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing between her breasts, the tip slick and swollen, pushed him closer again.
"I’m close," he said.
Aria tilted her head down, opening her mouth to catch the tip as it emerged from her cleavage. Her tongue swirled around the head on every upstroke.
That did it.
Kael groaned and came, thick streams of cum shooting across her face and into her waiting mouth. Some landed on her chin, some dripped onto her breasts. Aria caught what she could, swallowing with a soft moan, then leaned forward to lick the remaining drops from his shaft.
They continued deep into the night.
Aria lost count of her orgasms somewhere around the seventh or eighth. Her voice went hoarse. Her legs stopped cooperating. Her vision blurred at the edges.
The final time, she was on her back on the sofa, too exhausted to move, barely conscious. Kael drove into her with slow, deep strokes, and she came with a weak, trembling moan — her last bit of energy draining away. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue slipped past her lips, and her body went limp beneath him.
Kael finished inside her one last time, then withdrew. Cum poured from her swollen, overused pussy, pooling on the leather cushions beneath her. Her expression was completely wrecked with an ahegao expression, body covered in a sheen of sweat and fluids.
He grabbed a bottle of water from the side table, cracked it open, and drank half of it in one go. His cock was still hard. Tier 4 Late body cultivation. Possibly the bloodline too.
The study door opened.
Lira stepped inside, a stack of papers in her hands, her expression professional and crisp.
"My Lord, I have the evening report regarding—"
She stopped.
Her eyes dropped to Kael’s still-erect cock. Then to Aria’s unconscious form on the sofa — cum leaking from her pussy, her body glistening, her face frozen in an ahegao expression.
The papers trembled in Lira’s hands.
Kael looked at her, water bottle still in hand, and smiled.