Transmigrated Into A Women Dominated World

Ravena's body was as he remembered, yet different. The girl he knew was still there in her lithe, elegant frame, but now she was layered with the firm, toned strength. Her entire left arm was a canvas of swirling blackwork tattoos, vines and thorns that wrapped around lean muscle, telling a story he didn't know.

She was a beautiful paradox of softness and steel, of pale skin and hard lines. As his hands explored every curve, every instinct in Zaeryn's body screamed at him to skip the preliminaries, to claim her right there. Lust, hot and heavy, coiled in his gut.

Ravena smiled. She could see from the look in his eyes that she had the exact effect on him she'd intended. The raw hunger there was a victory, a confirmation that the connection they shared had not faded with time but had instead sharpened into something far more potent.

"Well?" she murmured, her voice a low purr that vibrated in the quiet room. "Are you just going to stand there and admire the artwork, or are you going to touch?"

Her voice was the only permission he needed. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he closed the distance in a single stride. His hands went to her waist, pulling her flush against him. He felt the cool, inked skin of her arm against his chest and the soft heat of her stomach against his. Her own hands came up to tangle in his hair, pulling his head down as she met his mouth with a fire that mirrored his own.

A soft moan escaped her as his tongue coaxed her lips apart, deepening the kiss into something raw and possessive. The pressure of his erection against her stomach was a hard, undeniable promise, and a thrill of anticipation ran through her.

[Emotional Input Detected: +1.2% Charge]

[Source: Sustained Intimate Contact (Ravena)]

[Bond Strengthening...]

Breaking the kiss, she placed her palms on his chest and gently pushed him back. "My turn," she whispered, her eyes alight with a daring fire. She worked his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside without a second glance. Her gaze swept over his toned physique, a flicker of genuine appreciation in her eyes before she leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the center of his chest, right over his heart.

Then she moved to the bed and sat on the edge, her posture an invitation.

Her green eyes burned with fierce desire as she reached out to his zipper and slowly unzipped his pants. And then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband, sliding them down his hips with a deliberate pull.

He sprang free, thick and hard.

Ravena's breath caught, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of him. She hadn't just been unprepared; she was stunned by the size of his manhood.

A delicious tremor, half-awe and half-anticipation, traced its way down her spine.

For a heartbeat, she was simply overwhelmed. But then the thought of Sage, cool, brilliant Sage cut through the haze. If she could take all of him, could make him fall in love with her, then Ravena would do more than just match her. She would conquer.

The shock in her eyes burned away, replaced by a potent mix of awe and possessive desire. She didn't hesitate. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his length with a surprising confidence, her touch sending a jolt of fire through him.

"Well now," she breathed, her voice husky. "This is a work of art all on its own."

Her gaze lifted to meet him, a silent promise in their depths, and then she started moving her hand, slowly jerking him. Why she knew he liked it, the reality was that she didn't know what she was doing. She was absolutely clueless when it came to sex and had a plan up until now where she didn't know what to do.

When Zaeryn let out a groan, it encouraged her and her hand moved with increasing confidence, stroking him with a sensual rhythm that belied her inexperience.

"Ravena," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "You don't know what you're doing, do you?" He asked, noticing that even her handjob, which felt good, wasn't that much experienced, but he didn't blame her. Even Sage was inexperienced when they started dating, but she just got better.

She nodded, a little embarrassed by that.The admission was endearing, and despite the haze of lust clouding his mind, Zaeryn felt a surge of affection for her.

He grinned, the sight of her embarrassed was something he never thought he would see from her.

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about." He said, and then he leaned forward and slowly started trailing soft kisses down her neck and chest, working his way lower. "Why don't you let me take over for a bit?" he purred against her flushed skin. "I want to taste you."

Ravena shivered at the heated promise in his words, her core clenching in anticipation. She watched breathlessly as he continued his downward path, kissing and licking along the curve of her belly until he reached the juncture of her thighs.

Zaeryn nuzzled the neat triangle of dark curls before placing a soft kiss right on her clit. Ravena gasped at the sensation, her hips twitching. With a wicked grin, he parted her folds with his fingers. She was glistening with arousal.

"So beautiful," he breathed reverently, taking a moment to just drink in the sight of her before leaning in to drag his tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit in one long, slow lick.

Ravena cried out, her hips bucking at the electric feeling of his tongue on her most sensitive flesh.

He licked and suckled her with obvious relish, taking his time and clearly savoring her taste and reactions. He lapped at her entrance, fucking her with his tongue, before moving back up to swirl around her clit in tight circles.

She was writhing and moaning beneath him as he worked her over with his skilled mouth. He slid one finger inside her sheath, stroking her inner walls and rubbing that special spot that made her see stars. Then he added a second finger, stretching her and preparing her to take his impressive girth later.

"Zaeryn! Oh gods, please, don't stop!" Ravena was babbling, lost to the voluptuous sensations crashing over her as he ate her pussy with single-minded focus. She rocked her hips, riding his fingers shamelessly even as he flicked his tongue rapidly over her swollen pearl.

All too soon, her climax hit her like a speeding train, barreling down her spine and crashing over her in waves. She came with a silent scream, her pussy clenching down on his fingers in rippling spasms as she flooded his tongue with her sweet nectar.

Zaeryn lapped up every drop of her essence greedily, moaning in satisfaction at her uninhibited response. He petted and soothed her through the aftershocks, only pulling away when she finally came back to herself with a full body shudder.