Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!

Her nightgown was bunched around her thighs now, her body trembling under his touch, her red eyes hazy with something she had never let anyone see before.

Aiden kissed her slow, pulling back just enough to whisper, "You're beautiful… every inch of you."

Her chest rose and fell quickly. "D-don't just say it… prove it…"

He smirked, palm sliding up again, cupping her breast, thumb brushing across her nipple until it stiffened hard against his skin. She moaned softly, biting her lip, then gave up on holding it back.

"Ahhh~… Sir…"

He leaned closer, mouth brushing her ear. "You know… Lysandra's skin, it's a lighter shade. Pale green. Gorgeous in its own way."

Arisha blinked, confused, cheeks heating. "Why… why talk about her while you're doing this to me?"

"Because…" His hand slid down her waist, squeezing her hip. "…yours is different. Deeper. Darker. And when I touch you, I can see the warmth of it, feel it under my hands. I love both… but yours feels like midnight. Hers is dawn. And I want both."

Her heart kicked hard, her chest pressing against his hand. "You… you really mean that?"

"Every word." His lips kissed down her neck, hot and slow. "Two different shades of beauty. And right now… I get to drown in yours."

Her body shivered, thighs rubbing together restlessly. She grabbed at his arm, voice breaking. "You're… too much, Sir…"

He grinned against her skin. "Not yet. But I will be."

He tugged her gown higher, finally sliding it off over her head. The fabric pooled on the futon, leaving her bare in the dim glow. She gasped, trying to cover herself with her arms.

"Don't,"he whispered, catching her wrists gently, pinning them against the blanket. His eyes roamed openly, no shame, no hesitation. "You're perfect, Arisha."

Her cheeks burned, but when he lowered his mouth to her chest, she froze. Then moaned.

His lips closed over her nipple, sucking slow, tongue flicking.

"Ahhh—! S-Sir…!" She arched up, back bowing, red eyes wide as the pleasure hit her. "N-no one's… ever—ahhh."

He sucked harder, pulling the bud into his mouth, teeth grazing gently before his tongue soothed it. His other hand cupped her other breast, squeezing, kneading, fingers rolling the nipple until she was whimpering nonstop.

"Mmhh—Sir… please—ohhh…"

Her voice was soft but desperate, rising in pitch every time he pinched or sucked harder.

He pulled back for a second, licking his lips. "Addictive. They taste as good as they look."

Her face went crimson. "D-don't say embarrassing things like that—ahhhhnn!"

He silenced her by sucking again, rougher this time, making wet sounds as his mouth worked her. His hand never stopped, squeezing, pinching, rolling until her thighs spread on their own, restless, searching for relief.

She clutched at his hair, moaning into his shoulder. "I-I can't… I can't think…"

"That's fine," he muttered against her chest. "Don't think. Just feel."

He switched sides, sucking her other nipple into his mouth, his hand now squeezing her first boob harder. She let out a strangled cry, biting down on her knuckle to keep quiet.

"Ahhh—Sir, please—please—"

Her hips rolled unconsciously, grinding against the futon. She didn't even realize she was doing it until his free hand slid down, gripping her thigh.

"You're needy," he teased.

She gasped, shaking her head. "N-no, I'm not—ahhh! Stop teasing me!"

He kissed her nipple one last time before pulling back, licking his lips with a smirk. "Too late. I like teasing you."

She looked away, embarrassed beyond words, her chest heaving, breasts glistening faintly from his mouth.

"Arisha." His voice softened.

She turned back, still trembling. "…Yes?"

"You're mine." He slid his hand down between her thighs, pressing against her heat through her panties.

Her whole body jolted. "Ahhh—! Sir!"

He rubbed slowly, feeling the dampness already there. "See? Already wet. You want this."

Her face burned, tears pricking her eyes from sheer embarrassment. "…It's my first time. I don't know what I'm supposed to—ahhhhnnnn!"

He pressed harder, rubbing circles, her panties growing wetter under his touch. "You don't have to know. Just follow me."

She grabbed his wrist weakly, but her body betrayed her — hips pressing into his hand, moans spilling past her lips.

"Sir… Sir… ahhh~…"

He slid the fabric aside finally, fingers brushing her bare folds. She gasped so loud she nearly woke Luna.

"Shhh," he warned, kissing her quickly. "Quiet."

She nodded desperately, biting her lip as his fingers slid against her wetness.

"Ahhh… it feels—ahhhhnnnn…"

He found her clit, rubbing slow circles, watching her twitch and arch against him. Her breasts bounced with every motion, nipples stiff, her voice breaking into little whimpers.

"I-I can't… my body's—ahhh!—it's so much—"

"You're perfect," he whispered, kissing her collarbone, sucking another mark into her skin.

Her thighs trembled, closing around his hand, but he forced them apart, fingers sliding lower until he pressed at her entrance.

She froze, eyes wide. "Wait—Sir—"

"Relax." He kissed her gently, easing his finger inside, slow, careful.

Her whole body tightened, a sharp gasp escaping. "…It's… it's so strange—ahhh~—"

"Strange good?" he asked softly, moving his finger in and out, slow, deliberate.

Her nails dug into his arm, her breath ragged. "…Y-yes… good… so good… ahhhhnnnn!"

He added another finger, stretching her carefully. She whimpered, biting her lip until it turned red.

"You're tight," he groaned, forehead against hers. "So tight around me."

Her blush deepened, her moans spilling free now. "Sir… I-I can't hold it…!"

"Don't." He rubbed her clit with his thumb while pumping his fingers faster.

She cried out, muffling the sound against his chest. Her body shuddered violently, walls clenching around his fingers as she came for the first time.

Her voice was broken, soft and needy. "Ahhh—ahhh—Sir—!"

He kissed her hair, holding her close as she trembled. "Good girl."

Her body slowly relaxed, still twitching. She looked up at him with dazed eyes, cheeks wet with tears she hadn't noticed.

"I… I really…" Her voice shook. "I really came…"

"Yeah," he whispered, kissing her lips gently. "And I'm not done."

Her eyes widened, heart racing again. "…You mean—"

He nodded, pressing his forehead to hers. "If you want me… all of me."

She swallowed, then nodded quickly, desperately. "…Yes. I want you. Please."

He pulled back just enough to look at her body one more time, taking in her flushed skin, her trembling curves, her deep green shade glowing faintly in the dim lantern light.

"Arisha," he said softly. "You're beautiful. Different from Lysandra, but just as perfect. Two colors, two lights. And tonight… you're mine."

She shivered, pulling him down for another kiss, whispering against his lips. "…Then take me, Sir."

And with that, Aiden slowly positioned himself, guiding himself against her entrance. Her breath caught, eyes wide, hands clutching his shoulders.

"…Ahhh… it's big…" she whispered, voice trembling.

"Relax. I'll go slow."

She nodded, biting her lip, bracing herself. "…Okay. I trust you."

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He pushed into her, slowly, inch by inch, stretching her in a way she had never known before. She could feel her hymen breaking.

"Ahhh—!" Arisha's cry broke out, her whole body arching. *Too much… it's too big… I can't…* Her nails dug into his shoulders as if clinging for balance, her thighs trembling around his hips.

Her walls clenched, hot and tight, trying to push him out and pull him deeper all at once.

"Breathe, Arisha," he murmured against her ear, kissing her temple. His voice was steady, grounding, almost commanding. "You're doing so well. Just relax for me."

*Relax? How can I relax when he's… when he's inside me like this… filling me… stretching me so full I can barely think?* Her chest heaved, every breath shaky and uneven, her lips parting in helpless moans.

"It burns… ahh— but it feels… I don't know—!"

He didn't move, holding himself deep, one hand firm on her hip, the other stroking her hair back. Patient. Waiting. Letting her body learn him.

"You're beautiful like this," he whispered. "Your body's taking me in, little by little. You're made for me."

His words poured into her like fire.

When he finally drew back and pressed forward again, slower this time, the sound of him sliding inside made her cheeks flame.

"N-No, don't—ahhhhn! D-Don't move—!"

He smirked against her neck, thrusting deep again, deliberate and slow. "Listen to yourself… begging me to stop while moaning like this. Your body loves it, Arisha."

Her thoughts dissolved into whimpers as he angled himself, hitting a spot inside her that made her cry out, high-pitched and desperate.

"Ahhh! W-What was that?! My… my body just—!"

"That's your sweet spot," he growled softly, lips brushing her ear. "And I'm not stopping until I've shown you how good I can make you feel there."

She clutched at his back, tears pricking her eyes from the intensity, her moans spilling without control. *I can't stop it… he's breaking me apart… I'm melting, my body's melting under him…*

Every thrust was steady, guided, her inexperience unraveling under his rhythm. The sting faded, replaced by rippling waves of pleasure that made her toes curl, her body arch, her voice spill louder and louder.

"I-I can't… ahhh—I can't handle this—!"

"Yes, you can. And you will. Let go, Arisha. Let me have you completely."

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END OF CHAPTER : 97 : ARISHA'S FIRST TIME!

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