Aiden slowly pulled out of Valeforia, the wet sound echoing in the suddenly quiet room.

Valeforia gave a soft whimper of protest, but her body was too spent to resist. She lay limp, falling beside Xylendra, her head lolling to the side.

Xylendra, however, was not so spent. Her body trembled, her eyes wide and fixed on Aiden.

A flush spread across her cheeks, a mixture of arousal and something akin to fear. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her nipples, still hard and erect.

"So, you wanted me to touch you, not… Mmmph, huh?" Aiden's voice was a low rumble, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

Xylendra gulped, her gaze darting away, a shy blush deepening on her face.

Her hands, which had been clutching Valeforia's, now wrung together, her fingers twisting and untwisting.

Her desire, however, was a palpable heat emanating from her, a silent plea.

"I… I didn't mean… I mean…" She stammered, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes still avoiding his.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "No need for words. Your body speaks volumes."

He trailed a finger down her arm, his touch light, electric. Her skin, still slick with sweat and Valeforia's release, tingled under his touch.

He moved his hand to her breast, cupping its fullness, his thumb brushing over her purple nipple.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her body arching into his touch.

"Oh!" She whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut, a wave of pleasure washing over her.

He leaned in, his lips finding hers, a soft, tender kiss.

His tongue traced the outline of her lips, teasing, asking for entry. Her lips parted slightly, an invitation he readily accepted.

His tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring the sweet cavern, tasting the lingering essence of her arousal, of Valeforia's.

Her tongue met his, tentative at first, then with a sudden burst of eagerness, tangling with his, a desperate, seeking dance.

His hand moved from her breast, trailing down her stomach, over her hip, finally resting on her inner thigh.

He stroked the soft skin, his fingers inching closer to her slick, engorged vulva. A tremor ran through her, her hips involuntarily twitching.

"You're so wet," He murmured against her lips, pulling back slightly to gaze into her eyes, which were now wide with desire, shimmering with unshed tears.

"Please," She whispered, her voice raw with longing, her hips beginning to grind against his hand.

He moved his fingers, parting her slick labia, his thumb finding her swollen clit.

He stroked it, gently at first, then with increasing pressure, eliciting a moan that tore from her throat.

Her body convulsed, her back arching off the bed, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Oh, Saviour! Yes! That! Don't stop!" She cried, her voice thick with pleasure.

He continued to tease her, his fingers dancing over her clit, bringing her to the precipice of release, then pulling back, tormenting her with pleasure.

Her breathing became ragged, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"I… I can't… Please!" She begged, her voice a desperate plea.

He leaned down, his lips finding her neck, trailing wet kisses down to her collarbone.

His hand moved, his fingers finding her entrance, slick and hot, positioning his shaft. Her entrance still swollen from Valeforia's intimate contact.

He pushed, slowly, deliberately. The resistance was there, a delicate barrier, but softened by the earlier intimacy.

"Ah!" Xylendra cried out, a sharp gasp as the barrier gave way.

He felt the soft tear, a tiny warmth blooming beneath him, quickly mixing with her copious wetness.

He pushed deeper, slowly, inexorably, into her tight, hot core.

"Oh! The burning! It's… it's too much!" She shrieked, her body convulsing, her hips slamming against the bed.

He paused, letting her body adjust to the invasion, feeling the exquisite, agonizing grip of her virgin walls around him.

A thin stream of crimson, quickly mixing with her arousal, ran down her inner thigh. He leaned down, kissing away her tears, tasting the salt and the sweetness of her skin.

"You're so brave," He whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing vigor.

The thrusts were deep, filling her completely. The sound was a wet, sticky schlicking as his cock plunged into her, his balls slapping against her bottom with each thrust.

Her legs, still wrapped around his waist, pulled him deeper, maximizing the friction, the delicious pressure.

"Oh, Saviour! Yes! Deeper! Please, deeper!" She cried, her voice a broken plea, her body arching into his.

He pounded into her, faster now, a relentless rhythm that shook the bed.

Her walls clenched around him, milking him with an intensity that stole his breath.

He felt the tremors begin, deep within her core, a tightening, a clenching that gripped his shaft like a vice.

Her body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as a long, drawn-out cry tore from her throat.

"Ahhhhhhh!" She screamed, her climax erupting around him, a hot, wet wave that sucked him in.

Her walls clenched, milking him with an intensity that stole his breath.

He roared, a guttural sound torn from his chest, as his own release surged, hot and copious, filling her to overflowing.

He pumped into her, a few more desperate, powerful thrusts, emptying himself completely into her virgin depths.

Her body trembled, then went wonderfully, heavily limp beneath him, her legs still wrapped around his waist, pulling him close.

His cock, still buried deep inside her, throbbed, slowly softening, a warm, heavy weight.

He pulled his head back just enough to look into her eyes. They were wide, unfocused, shimmering with unshed tears, but a faint, satisfied smile played on her lips.

He kissed her brow, then her lips, a soft, tender kiss that spoke of ownership, of claiming.

"She's very close to you, isn't she?" Aiden asked, his voice soft, his gaze drifting to Valeforia.

Xylendra's eyes, still hazy with pleasure, focused on Valeforia. A soft, sad smile touched her lips.

"She's… she's my only family. In the slave's cell, we only had each other. We always leaned on eachothers for everything."

Her voice was barely a whisper, filled with a raw vulnerability. "Her affection… it turned into a serious Onee-Chan complex. But she never did… this… until today."

Aiden kissed her again, a long, lingering kiss that promised solace. "You have no need to worry about anything now. I bought you. I'm going to take responsibility for you both."

Xylendra's cheeks flushed a deeper crimson, her eyes widening. A shy smile, innocent and full of hope, bloomed on her face. "You… you will?"

"Yes," He affirmed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "And I'll wait until I marry you three."

"Marriage?!" Xylendra yelped, her eyes snapping open, a mixture of shock and delight washing over her face.

Aiden smiled, a genuine, heartwarming smile, and kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that stole her breath.

In that moment, Xylendra gave up all restraint. Her body, still trembling from her climax, arched into his, her lips parting in a silent invitation.

He took that invitation, his mouth crushing hers, his tongue plunging deep, mimicking the insistent rhythm of his hips.

He gripped her ass, pulling her even tighter against him, his cock, still nestled deep inside, suddenly springing back to life, hardening with renewed vigor.

His lips left hers, trailing a burning path down her jawline, over her throat, to the swell of her breast.

He latched onto a purple nipple, sucking it into his mouth with a greedy hunger, his teeth gently raking over the sensitive peak.

A moan tore from her throat, a guttural sound of pure pleasure, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin.

"Oh, yes! Bite me!" She gasped, her head thrown back, exposing her throat, her body writhing beneath him.

He obliged, nipping at her nipple, then sucking harder, the wet sound loud in the quiet room.

His other hand found her other breast, squeezing it hard, eliciting another gasp, her hips bucking against him.

He alternated between the two, suckling one, then the other, his tongue flicking, teasing, his teeth gently scraping.

He trailed kisses down her stomach, his breath hot against her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

His hand moved lower, his fingers finding her clit, swollen and throbbing from her recent climax. He pinched it gently, then flicked it with his thumb, eliciting

"Saviour! Don't stop!" She pleaded, her voice raw with desire, her body trembling violently, on the verge of another release.

He continued his torment, his fingers dancing over her clit, teasing, flicking, pinching, driving her wild.

Her hips began to pump against him, a desperate, uncontrolled rhythm.

He pulled back from her breast, his mouth finding hers again, kissing her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers, tasting her desperation.

His hips began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed, pounding into her, her completely.

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END OF CHAPTER : 136 : XYLENDRA'S FIRST TIME!

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