(NSFW Content)

The concept of time was lost as they got up very late. Still snuggled in each other’s arms. Xiran awakened first while Aselia was cuddled up to him. Her face hidden with the curtain of her golden locks.

"Hey! Beautiful, wake up and eat something," he lightly nudged her shoulder, placing a kiss on her round cheek.

"Uhh!" she grunted and nuzzled away in his chest, not wanting to open her eyes, too worn out from their extraneous activities. Xiran laughed at her reaction and let her sleep for a while, tugging her in, he left the bed. Grabbing a silver gown from the cupboard, he adorned it and ambled to the small kitchen to see what they could eat. He was famished especially for blood.

There was no electricity on Tromalius so other means like preservatives and special components were used for preservation purposes.

One of the inbuilt cabinets had blood reserves for Xiran as Sulran had informed him beforehand, preserved so the blood won’t clot or coagulate. Xiran extracted a sealed glass jar, opening it he downed it in one go, wiping his face he placed the empty jar back.

Feeling replenished he scoured the rest of the cabinets for food and prepared a healthy platter for Aselia. He also poured her a silver drink made from some exotic fruit.

Xiran carried the tray to her and she was still huddled under the padded coverings, sleeping peacefully. Relief and contentment coursed through Xiran’s veins seeing her safe and in peace.

Setting the tray aside he climbed back in bed with her and sat with his back resting against the wall. He pulled her onto him so her head was on his chest. Aselia stirred and her vividly hued turquoise oceans shot open.

"Good morning! My tired and sleepy bride," he heartily chuckled, seeing the discontentment in her orbs and the way her forehead wrinkled.

"I am so tired, I blame you," she audibly sighed and her head fell on his chest.

"You wanted to go for the second round, don’t blame me," Xiran nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, owning no responsibility for her tiredness. His hands rubbed her smooth bare back.

"Yeah, yeah, and you are still poking me with it. How do you have a boner again?" She sarcastically asked, as his shaft nudged her inner thigh.

"It’s always like that when you are close by," Xiran shifted all her hair to one side so he could feast on her smooth flesh. Her perfect peaches were tempting so he began to massage them with his callous hands.

"How did you always show restraint then, must have been hard with my unwillingness," she replied before a sultry moan escaped her.

"It was but I didn’t want to push you and I am glad we did it when we did. You were more prepared now," he kept kneading her, watching how her asscheeks swayed with his touch.

"If you continue like this we will never leave this bed," she didn’t want him to stop for she craved his touch like an addiction now but didn’t want to sound needy.

"Then let’s not, but you should eat something first," he grabbed her tiny waist and flipped her, so her back rested on his chest now. Grabbing the platter he held it in front of her so she could eat.

"Did I tell you, you are the best husband in the entire universe?" her eyes brightened seeing the food, her stomach growling.

"You didn’t," he couldn’t contain the smile that spread on the corners of his lips, his heart exuberantly pounded.

"Xiran! You are the best husband in the cosmos. There you go," she elatedly added. After placing a wet kiss on his cheek, she began to eat. Leaving his heart dancing in euphoric bliss.

"Thank you! I am honoured by this title," he replied, watching her gobble down food as she offered him piece after piece making his heart swell even more and he gladly ate from her hand.

"Was it satisfying for you?" she suddenly asked, popping the last of the fruit in her mouth. Aselia was apprehensive that she didn’t have much idea on how to pleasure him and if he found their reunion to his liking. For her, he was a pro.

"It was the best, don’t think about it too much. I will guide you on every step for now. I want you to enjoy the experience," Xiran removed the tray and she turned around cradling him. Her thighs rubbed against his taut ones, her opening already dripping as his girth rubbed against it.

"Then guide me on how I can take the lead," she shamelessly asked him, making Xiran rapidly blink at her, his astonished gaze locked on her as his hands held her curvaceous waist. His heart raced in anticipation.

"You want to ride me?" he questioned with a subtle sly grin, letting his lusty gaze drop to her full round perky bosom. He would love to experience them bouncing with every thrust she will take.

"Yes, teach me how to do that," the blush that crept up on her cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by Xiran and amazement flickered in his eyes as he noticed she was ready for this too.

"You are not in pain are you?"

"I am fine, I will stop if it becomes too much," Aselia’s determination had him snickering. This was going to be a whole new experience for her.

"If you wish so," Xiran clamped her hand against his rock-solid rod. "Explore me at your own pace and take me in when you feel like it, I will guide you from there on."

It throbbed in her cold hands, the precum coating her skin and the whole length of it as she squeezed it. His hips buckled and jerked upwards, a tempest surged inside him turning his placid eyes to tumultuous orbs.

Xiran extended his hand and tweaked her pinkish nipple in turn making her slightly jump. She picked up the pace while rubbing the insides of her thighs along his leg, glazing him with her juices. His athletic hands held her twin peaks gently squeezing and tweaking them to keep her juices flowing.

"I am ready," she squealed and his hands slipped down to grab her waist, while she adjusted his girth ready to be impaled by the throbbing rod, her left hand holding his terse shoulder for support. And he gently lowered her over it.

"Arghhhh!" She whined in discomfort as her wet cavity stretched to accommodate his breaching stiff organ. Her nails pierced his skin as he held her by the waist, not liking the agony that was being reflected on her face.

"Leia!" He audibly moaned in the pleasure her warmth brought and connected his forehead with her, letting her adjust to his pulsating member. His grip tightened around her waist as he struggled to keep his raging storm at bay. They stayed still for minutes, letting her get accustomed to him inside her.

He then gradually began guiding her to sway her hips and she followed his lead. He would lift her halfway and she would sinfully gorge him down again, making squelching sounds as their lovemaking commenced.

She held his head, their passionate half-hooded eyes boring into each other as she steered him to her voluptuous mounds and he greedily began to devour them, making her squirt more juices, coating him in her essence.

"Arggh!" low sounds of her passion filled their room accompanied by Xiran’s loud grunts as he couldn’t get enough of her tightened little hole.

Aselia had now gotten the hang of it and the flood of juices had relinquished any discomfort that existed, replacing it with rivers of pleasures that meandered through every vein she possessed.

Xiran bit into the tender flesh of her peaks, his canines protruding and digging deep to consume some of her crimson ambrosia. And she audibly sniveld to his antics, her thrusts quickened as the unbreakable bond between them tugged and connected them in its invisible threads.

His inked skin glowed as if his heightened senses mingled with the pleasures she provided had ignited it. Aselia tightly gripped his neck, her back forming a perfect dome shape as Xiran pumped her soft flesh and in return, she thrusted hard on his stiff one.

Their moans and groans synced as he let her go and pressed his lips to her neck, guiding her, inhaling her scent, drowning in the passionate sea of scintillating ecstasies.

"Xiran!" his name was hoarsely wrenched from her mouth as she jerked up and he met her halfway. He saturated her beyond what her mind could grasp. Only his name existed in her thoughts, the brain which once opposed him, now screamed it.

"Leia! Let go," he fervently devoured her supple neck and she obeyed like an obedient wife. Sheathing him one last time they exploded against each other. He brimmed the heart of her womanly folds with his rich white nectar while she coated his impaling organ.

The sighs of satisfaction wrenched out of their throats and they slumped against each other, breathing heavily.