Chapter 316: The Beast
Aslan lay on the bed, pinned down by the weight of the person on top of him. He felt something pressing against him—something akin to dampness. A moist, sticky warmth that throbbed with both body heat and arousal. It emanated from the area between their hips, where Aslan’s pants met Angie’s leather trousers.
At the center of that dampness, Aslan could feel a pulsating pressure. It was as if the narrow slit between the two layers of leather was tempting, wanting to devour the bulge straining against Aslan’s pants. Aslan glanced down at his throbbing member, which threatened to tear through the fabric any moment.
Angie, too, was panting heavily, her gaze fixed on their pressed hips. Her breath was hot and ragged, and when their eyes met, Aslan couldn’t hold back any longer. Driven by desire, he pushed himself up from the bed.
If Lewena had said no, or if she had stood up with her unyielding body to stop him, Aslan might have restrained himself. Even if someone else had entered the room, it might have been enough. But now? Lewena had given her permission. Angie had declared her intent to take advantage of it, and Lewena hadn’t issued any prohibitions. Whether it was confidence or something else, Aslan was beyond stopping.
The information conveyed by their heightened senses only excited Aslan further. He could feel the state of Angie’s lower body through the fabric. Her trembling body, so sensitive that even the slightest touch sent shivers through her. Beyond that, Angie was unmistakably in heat. Her arousal was palpable, her womb rising in preparation for mating, her vaginal walls clenched and ready for an experience she had never known.
Aslan, too, was on the brink. His member pulsed, releasing pre-cum that slicked the inside of his leather pants. The tension between them was unbearable, and it was Angie who broke it.
Her hot, ragged breath, laden with desire, washed over Aslan. She grabbed his cheeks, drawing her face closer. Unable to resist, Aslan met her lips with his own.
“Mmm, ah, ah…”
Their lips collided, engaging in a series of passionate, inexperienced kisses. It didn’t last long before Angie broke away, her lips brushing against Aslan’s, moist and breathless.
Aslan’s hands found their way to Angie’s waist and hips, while Angie’s hand moved from his cheek to his shoulder, then to his chest. Their exploration was mutual, their kisses leading them naturally to the next step. Angie clumsily parted Aslan’s lips with her own, pushing her tongue into his mouth.
“Ah… hmm…”
The sound of their tongues intertwining filled the air. Their movements were clumsy, but Angie’s desire was unmistakable. It was the frantic, untamed desire of a maiden who wanted too much, too soon.
Aslan felt it all, his body responding instinctively. He tangled his tongue with Angie’s, his tongue teasing the underside of hers, licking her palate, swallowing her saliva as it flowed. Their breaths grew uneven, their arousal impossible to suppress.
Angie’s hips trembled, her body pressing against Aslan’s in a desperate attempt to find release. Their lower bodies, still clothed, were grinding against each other, the heat and friction driving them both to the edge.
Aslan’s member was throbbing, pre-cum soaking his pants, while Angie’s wetness seeped through her leather trousers. The sticky, slick sensation between them was too much to bear.
With a sudden burst of energy, Angie broke the kiss, her face flushed with need. She pulled back slightly, her hands moving to her pants. With a rough exhale, she shimmied out of her soaked leather trousers, tossing them aside with a wet thud.
Aslan’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, her lower body now exposed and glistening with arousal. Her breath was heavy, her body trembling with anticipation.
Without a word, Angie reached for Aslan’s pants, her fingers tugging at the fabric. But no matter how much she pulled, they wouldn’t budge. Frustration flashed in her eyes, and with a sudden burst of strength, she yanked at them. Aslan, realizing her intent, quickly helped her pull them down, freeing his straining erection.
Angie’s eyes locked onto his member, her arousal evident. She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against the sensitive tip. Aslan’s breath hitched as she touched him, her fingers exploring his length with a mix of curiosity and desire.
Her breath was hot against his skin, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she leaned closer. Aslan could feel her need, her desperation, and it only fueled his own.
Unable to resist any longer, Angie positioned herself over him, her body hovering above his. She lowered herself, her wetness sliding against his length as she took him in.
“Ah…!”
Aslan gasped as she enveloped him, her tightness gripping him in a way that made it impossible to think. Angie’s movements were slow at first, her body adjusting to his size, but as she found her rhythm, she began to move faster, her hips rolling against his.
Aslan’s hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh as he matched her rhythm. Their bodies moved together in a primal dance, their desire building with each thrust.
Angie’s moans filled the room, her body trembling as she rode him. “Ah, ah, ah…!” Her voice was filled with ecstasy, her body writhing in pleasure. Aslan could feel her tightening around him, her release building as she reached her climax.
“Ah, Aslan…!” Angie cried out, her body shuddering as she came. Aslan, too, was close. His thrusts became erratic, his own release imminent.
“Angie, I’m going to…”
“Inside… fill me!” Angie gasped, her body still trembling from her climax.
Aslan didn’t need to be told twice. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his release flooding her. Their bodies shook together, their pleasure intertwined as they reached the peak of their ecstasy.
As their breathing began to slow, Angie collapsed onto Aslan’s chest, her body still trembling. “Aslan… that was…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, her body too spent to form words.
Aslan wrapped his arms around her, his own body still recovering from the intensity of their passion. “Angie…” He whispered her name, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and wonder.
They lay there together, their bodies entwined, as the world around them faded away. In that moment, there was only the two of them, their connection stronger than ever.
But as the reality of what they had done began to sink in, Aslan knew that things between them would never be the same. And as he looked down at Angie’s sleeping form, he couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for them.
