He helped her with her clothes, and soon shed his own, the air cool against his heated skin. He gazed upon Aurelya's pale skin once more, every curve and hollow a landscape he longed to explore.

Aurelya blushed, her hands fluttering to cover her breasts and the soft flower between her thighs. "Don't keep looking," she whispered, her voice a mixture of shyness and invitation.

Lumberling gently took her hands, his eyes holding hers. "I want to see all of you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

He leaned in, pressing soft kisses along her collarbone, each touch sending shivers through her. Then, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.

He followed, his body aligning with hers.

"I'm coming in," he breathed, his voice husky.

Aurelya nodded, her eyes wide and trusting. "Yes, please," she whispered. "Fill me."

He entered her slowly, feeling her tightness embrace him. Aurelya gasped, a soft moan escaping her lips as he filled her. He began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that built with each stroke. Aurelya met his thrusts, her body arching against his.

"Ah, ah, ah," Aurelya moaned softly, her voice a music to his ears.

He cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they were hard and sensitive. He lowered his head, suckling gently, and Aurelya cried out, her fingers digging into his back.

"Give me more," she said, her voice urgent. "Deeper... I want to feel you deep inside me."

And Lumberling pushed harder, going deeper inside her, all the way to her womb.

"Plock, plock, plock," the sounds of their bodies echoed in the room, a primal rhythm that drove them both closer to the edge. Lumberling held her waist tight, his movements growing more urgent, more demanding. He felt the heat building, coiling tight in his loins.

"I'm getting near, Aurelya," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

"Come inside me," she urged, her body trembling with anticipation. "Give me your seed... make me yours."

He thrust deeper, and a wave of pure sensation washed over him. He emptied himself into her, feeling the hot rush of his seed filling her womb.

Aurelya cried out, her body convulsing around him, each muscle clenching and releasing in a wave of pleasure. She felt something coming inside her, something she hadn't felt for almost a year.

"More," she begged, her voice breathy and desperate, her nails digging into his back. "Don't stop... don't you dare stop."

He obliged, continuing to move within her, his strokes deep and relentless. He pulled back, then flipped her gently onto her hands and knees.

Her golden hair fell over her shoulders, swaying with each breath. He knelt behind her, his hands tracing the curve of her soft waist, his thumbs finding the sensitive hollow of her hips.

He leaned forward, his breath warm against the nape of her neck. He traced the delicate curve with his lips. He nipped at her flesh, a playful bite that made her gasp, a shiver running down her spine.

"Ah," Aurelya moaned, unable to hold it back.

Her hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white as she arched her back, offering herself more fully to him.

As he thrust into her from behind, he felt her tighten around him, her inner muscles milking him with each stroke.

He continued to touch her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple, drawing it into a hard, sensitive peak. Her golden hair swayed with each movement. He kissed her white and flawless neck, a possessive mark that claimed her as his own.

"You're mine, Aurelya," he murmured against her skin. "Only mine..."

As he thrust deeper and harder, he felt the heat building, the pressure mounting, until finally, he came again inside her.

He pulled out slightly, then guided her to sit on him, her thighs straddling his hips. Her golden hair swayed as she looked down at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. He reached up, cupping her breasts in his hands, his thumbs teasing her nipples.

She began to move, riding him with a slow, sensual rhythm, her hips grinding against his. He watched her, mesmerized by the play of light and shadow on her skin, the way her muscles flexed with each movement, the rise and fall of her breasts.

He reached up, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her ear before gently biting Aurelya's pointy ears. A jolt of sensation shot through her, intensifying the pleasure that was already building within her. She threw her head back, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body arching against his.

He felt her inner muscles clench around him, a sign that she was nearing her peak.

He matched her rhythm, thrusting upward to meet her with each rotation, his own body trembling with anticipation. The world narrowed, the only sensation that mattered was the feel of her body against his, the sound of her breath in his ear, the taste of her skin on his lips.

Then, with a final, desperate cry, she came, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He held her tight, his own climax building, the pressure mounting until it could no longer be contained. He surged upward, emptying himself into her.

As the night deepened, they remained entwined, their bodies slick with sweat. Sleep tugged at the edges of their consciousness, but the desire to touch and to feel each other was too strong to resist.

They dozed occasionally, waking every so often to rediscover the pleasure of each other's bodies. A lingering kiss would turn into a passionate embrace, a gentle caress would ignite a fresh wave of desire.

They explored each other with renewed fervor, finding new ways to please and be pleased. There was no need for words, only the language of touch, the rhythm of their bodies, the shared moans of pleasure.

The hours melted away in a haze of passion, each encounter more intense and satisfying than the last. They were lost in each other, consumed by a hunger that seemed insatiable.

As dawn approached, Lumberling stirred, gently disentangling himself from Aurelya's embrace. He rose and went to the window, watching as the first rays of sunlight. He turned back to Aurelya, his heart filled with a tenderness he hadn't known he possessed.

He returned to her side, gently stroking her hair. "Good morning," he whispered, his voice soft with affection.

Aurelya stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She smiled, a sleepy, contented smile that warmed him. "Good morning," she murmured, reaching out to take his hand.

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