Exiled Prince and His Succubus Army-Chapter 29: Aya’s ideal time 3 (18+)

Rei paused in her stirring of the pot, her wooden spoon hovering mid-air as another muffled cry from Aya reached them. Her cheeks, already tinged pink from the earlier noise, deepened in color. She set the spoon down gently on the edge of the bowl, glancing at Kaede with a mix of curiosity and mild discomfort. "Is... is ’that’ all that’s on Renji’s mind?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it louder might make the situation more real.

Kaede, chopping a few more herbs with precise, rhythmic slices of her knife, didn’t miss a beat. She shrugged casually, her shoulders lifting in a nonchalant roll, as if discussing the weather rather than their leader’s apparent insatiable appetites. "It would seem so," she replied, her tone dry but not without a hint of amusement. She scraped the chopped greens into the pot, watching them wilt into the broth. The steam rising from the pot carried the earthy scent of their simple meal.

Rei nodded slowly, absorbing Kaede’s response, but another soft moan filtered through the walls, making her shift uncomfortably on her feet. She picked up the spoon again, stirring a bit more vigorously than necessary, the liquid sloshing gently. "He must be a very.. um... horny man, then," she said, the words slipping out with a touch of bluntness that surprised even her. She blushed again, her hand tightening on the spoon. The shrine had always been a place of quiet reflection, not... this.

Kaede set her knife down, wiping her hands on a cloth rag nearby, and leaned against the counter with a sigh. She met Rei’s gaze steadily, her expression shifting to something more explanatory, almost matter-of-fact. "It’s beyond that," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "He needs constant sensual acts to get stronger, so in a way, it’s training for him." Kaede’s own enhancements, her illusions and buffs, paled in comparison, but she saw the logic in his approach, even if it made for awkward group dynamics.

Just then, another of Aya’s cries pierced the air, sharper this time, carrying a note of unrestrained pleasure that made the kitchen feel suddenly smaller. Rei averted her eyes, focusing intently on the bubbling pot, while Kaede huffed again, shaking her head with a wry smile. "Although," she added, her voice laced with mock exasperation, "it would be nice if he could be a little less loud about it." She picked up a ladle, tasting the broth and adding a pinch of salt, trying to drown out the noise with the clink of utensils.

Shifting back to the bedroom, the space felt charged with heat, the lantern’s glow casting flickering patterns on the walls. Renji stopped stroking her pussy, his fingers pulling away slowly, leaving Aya panting and squirming on the bed. She let out a small whine at the sudden absence, her body still thrumming with need.

Renji sat up for a moment, then repositioned himself lower, scooting down until his head was directly above her core. The shift made the bed creak slightly, and he took in the view of her spread out before him, her skin flushed and glistening faintly in the light.

With firm but gentle hands, he spread her legs wider apart, opening her fully to his gaze and touch. The cool air brushed against her exposed skin, heightening the sensitivity. "You smell amazing, Aya," he said, his voice a low rumble of appreciation, inhaling deeply as if to emphasize the point. The compliment hung in the air, intimate and teasing, adding to the building tension.

Aya was floating in the clouds of overwhelming sensation, her mind hazy and disconnected from anything beyond the pleasure coursing through her. Words escaped her; she couldn’t muster a reply past a deep, throaty groan that rumbled from her chest.

Her hips twitched upward instinctively, seeking more, her fingers digging into the bedspread as she rode the wave of anticipation. The room spun a little in her vision, the lantern light blurring, everything narrowing to the feel of him so close.

Renji grinned at her response, that confident curve to his lips showing his enjoyment of her unraveling state. He lowered his mouth closer to her inner thighs, not touching yet, but letting his warm breath fan over the sensitive skin.

The heat from his exhalations washed over her thighs like a gentle wave, making the area tingle and flush with warmth. It was a deliberate tease, building the expectation without direct contact. Aya moaned again, the sound escaping in a long, drawn-out breath, her legs quivering under the sensation. The warmth spread, making her skin prickle, her body arching slightly off the bed as the tease drove her wild. Renji took his time, breathing steadily, watching her reactions, the way her thighs tensed, the subtle shifts in her hips, savoring the control.

Finally bridging the gap, Renji’s tongue extended to give her clit light licks, soft, barely-there touches at first, allowing her to adjust to the new pressure and sensation. Each flick was precise, like testing the waters, sending small jolts of pleasure radiating outward.

Aya moaned sharply, her body jerking in response, hands clutching the bedspread so tightly that the fabric wrinkled under her grip. Her hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the feeling, as the lightness built into something more intense. Renji didn’t rush; he alternated then between those light licks and gentle sucks, drawing her clit into his mouth with soft pulls that heightened the wetness pooling there.

He enjoyed the taste, the slickness coating his tongue, his own low hum of satisfaction vibrating against her. The rhythm was steady, lick, suck, pause, drawing out more moans from Aya, her jerks turning into rhythmic writhes as she lost herself further.

Aya’s moans had escalated to practically loud cries now, uninhibited and echoing through the room with abandon. They weren’t contained to the shrine anymore; the thin walls did little to muffle them, and the sounds carried outward on the evening air.

Not just Kaede and Rei in the kitchen could hear every gasp and plea, anyone walking outside near the shrine could hear the unmistakable notes of pleasure drifting from the structure. The volume added an unintended layer of exposure, but in her haze, Aya was beyond caring, her voice rising with each wave.

Renji rose a little from his position, giving her a brief respite while keeping the momentum going. He brought his fingers into play to maintain the pleasure, his touch seamless as they replaced his mouth momentarily. He teased her clit with light circles, pressing gently but firmly, rolling the sensitive bud under his fingertip to keep the sensations flowing without interruption.

Aya’s body responded immediately, her moans continuing in a steady stream, hips grinding against his hand. The teasing built the tension anew, his fingers slick from her wetness, applying just enough pressure to edge her higher.

Then, after a few moments of this, he dipped back down, alternating once more by giving it licks again, his tongue flicking out to join his fingers, the combination of wet heat and precise presses creating an overwhelming duet of pleasure. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

He switched back and forth fluidly, fingers pressing as his tongue licked, or vice versa, drawing out the experience, her cries peaking with each shift. The bed creaked under her movements, the room filled with the intimate sounds of his actions and her responses, the lantern flickering as if in rhythm with their building intensity.