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{3rd Pov}
Astreo and Xyra had returned from the gathering together alongside other clanmates.
The tension between them had become noticeably thick.
After that sensual kiss they had shared earlier during the gathering, Astreo could no longer deny what was happening inside his own mind.
His hormones were running wild, and the lingering feeling from that moment had not faded at all.
If anything, it had only intensified as time passed.
He needed a way to vent that tension.
Right now, even his body was reacting to it.
In fact, he had been dealing with a rather obvious physical reaction for quite some time.
The only reason it had not become embarrassing was because of his excellent physique and composure, which allowed him to hide it without drawing attention.
After returning to their Dragon Valley territory, there was still a lot of work waiting for them.
Their clan had been promoted to the Inner Valley, which meant preparations for relocation had to begin soon.
Moving an entire dragon clan to a new region required planning, organization, and coordination with the other elders.
However, Astreo decided to step away for a short break.
He opened a dimensional passage and entered one of his personal spaces.
More specifically, he went to the castle dimension he owned.
This place was normally used for training.
Members of his organization who accumulated enough merits were allowed to enter this dimension to cultivate and improve their strength under controlled conditions.
At the moment, however, the place was completely empty.
Only silence filled the enormous structure.
Astreo walked through the vast halls until he reached the throne room at the center of the castle.
The massive chamber was quiet and still, its tall pillars casting long shadows across the polished floor.
He finally removed his helmet slowly and took a deep breath.
For a moment he simply sat at his throne, letting the quiet environment calm his thoughts.
Then suddenly—
Space distorted inside the room.
A ripple of dimensional energy appeared without warning.
Before Astreo could even react, Xyra teleported directly into the throne room.
"If it's not my, darling~" she said in a sweet tone, her voice carrying an unexpectedly slutty undertone that caught Astreo off guard for some inexplicable reason, causing his heartbeat to quicken noticeably as Xyra approached him, her hips swaying with an abundance of alluring grace and seductive rhythm that seemed to draw him in despite his best efforts to remain composed.
She came to a halt right in front of him, where he remained seated upon his grand throne, and in that moment, their matching purple eyes locked together in a gaze that felt charged with unspoken intensity.
There was something profoundly ironic about the situation, considering that after her recent evolution, Xyra now possessed those striking purple eyes just like Astreo's own, a color that mirrored his perfectly, even though she had once borne black eyes that echoed something from his past.
She held his gaze firmly, refusing to look away, and as she did so, Astreo's heartbeat surged even higher, pounding in his chest like a drum of nervous anticipation, while his facial expression stayed carefully neutral on the surface, betraying none of the turmoil brewing within.
But deep inside his mind, a whirlwind of panic swirled relentlessly: What on earth am I supposed to make of this situation?! How do I even begin to navigate something like this?
It was true that Astreo often projected an air of maturity in his demeanor and actions, carrying himself with the weight of wisdom that belied his circumstances most of the time, yet the reality remained that in his previous life, he had only been seventeen years old when death had claimed him far too soon.
He was no ancient sage who had weathered seventy long years of existence, gaining a detached perspective that sought only quiet peace and solitude in his later days.
No, Astreo still harbored the vibrancy and uncertainties of youth within him, shaped by a set of personal values that guided his every decision and interaction.
He adhered to those principles faithfully, letting them form the foundation of how he conducted himself in the world around him, but unfortunately, the intricacies of dating women or handling romantic entanglements had never been part of that foundational framework—he simply hadn't accumulated the experience or knowledge in that realm during his brief time on past life.
As for this life? It had been spent cultivation and aura farming.
Ahem
He was literally a virgin in both of his lives, a fact that weighed heavily on his mind in moments like this, and he hadn't even experienced the attention of women pursuing him during his past existence on Earth.
So, naturally, he possessed absolutely no clue about how to initiate something as intimate and charged as sex, but at the same time, he had no intention whatsoever of forcing the issue on anyone—he valued consent and mutual desire above all else.
Instead, he had made a quiet resolution to himself: if the right moment ever presented itself naturally, or if he could somehow cultivate one through careful circumstance, then he would seize the opportunity without hesitation, allowing things to unfold organically in the heat of passion.
But now, after all this time, that very moment had finally arrived, unfolding right before him in all its tantalizing reality, and it left him panicking furiously inside, his thoughts racing in a chaotic storm of uncertainty and longing that he struggled to contain beneath his composed exterior.
Xyra gazed intently at his carefully maintained neutral expression, interpreting it not as rejection or unease but as an invitation to delve deeper into the simmering tension between them, and rather than pulling back in discomfort, she leaned in even closer, her soft lips hovering tantalizingly near his nape, the warmth of her presence enveloping him like a seductive veil.
Her hot breath danced lightly against his sensitive skin, tickling his ears with a feather-light sensation that sent electric shivers coursing through his body.
He felt an undeniable chill run straight down his spine, a mix of thrill and nervousness igniting every nerve ending as she whispered in a voice laced with playful hunger, "I thought you would eat me alive."
Then, with deliberate gentleness, she nipped at his earlobe, her teeth grazing the tender flesh just enough to elicit a sharp intake of breath from him, and in that electrifying instant, he found he could no longer remain completely silent, the words bubbling up from somewhere deep within his flustered core.
"I will devour you, my love but why don't you devour me first?," Astreo replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil, a sly smirk curving his lips as he met her gaze, while internally, his mind was a battlefield of equal measures of burning embarrassment and a triumphant grin, because only God Himself knew how he had mustered the courage to utter those bold, suggestive words aloud, pushing past the barriers of his inexperience to claim a sliver of control in this intoxicating dance.
She responded with a teasing flick of her tongue against his ear, swirling it languidly around the delicate curves and contours, tracing every ridge with a wet, deliberate motion that made his pulse thunder in his veins, before she eased her tongue downward in a slow, sensual glide along the side of his neck, leaving a trail of warmth that heightened his awareness of her proximity.
Then, she pressed her lips softly to the nape of his neck, planting a kiss there that lingered just long enough to make his skin tingle with anticipation.
"~Chu," she murmured playfully against his skin as she sucked gently on the spot, drawing the flesh between her lips and wetting it thoroughly with her saliva, the sensation both intimate and possessive, before she trailed her tongue downward in a leisurely path along his cheek, savoring the smoothness of his skin.
She followed it with another deliberate kiss on his cheek, moistening it with the same affectionate wetness, and then shifted her position fluidly to face him directly, her eyes locking onto his with unbridled desire.
Without further pause, she smashed her lips against his in a fervent kiss, pouring her passion into the contact with a soft, echoing "Chu~" that vibrated between them, sealing the moment in a haze of shared heat.
By now, Astreo was extremely hard, his arousal pulsing with an intensity that he could scarcely contain, as his imposing armor began to slowly vanish into thin air, dissolving through some unspoken command of his will, leaving him clad only in the simple layers of his underclothes beneath.
The prominent bulge in his pants was unmistakably visible, straining insistently against the confining fabric like a caged beast eager for release, a sight that Xyra instantly noticed with a gleam of predatory delight in her matching purple eyes, her gaze dropping momentarily to appraise the evidence of his desire before flicking back up to meet his flustered stare.
Her hands moved with a deliberate gentleness toward his pants, fingers tracing the air just above the material as if savoring the anticipation, and then she pressed her palm firmly against his bulge, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles through the fabric that did little to dull the electric friction building between them.
Astreo felt a wave of arousal crash over him, more potent and all-consuming than anything he had ever experienced in either of his lives, a raw, primal heat that spread from his core outward, making his skin flush and his breath come in shallow, uneven bursts.
His cock responded eagerly to her touch, growing even harder beneath her ministrations, the girth swelling and bulging strongly against the restrictive fabric, demanding freedom from its confines as veins throbbed with urgent need.
With a casual flick of her wrist, Xyra invoked her chaos magic, a subtle ripple of dark energy that targeted their clothes, disintegrating them in an instant without harming a single thread of the surrounding air or his skin, and suddenly Astreo found himself and Xyra completely naked, exposed to the cool chamber air that contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from his body, his cock springing forward with a vigorous bounce, standing proud and unyielding in the charged space between them.
He gasped sharply, the sound escaping his lips unbidden as Xyra's fingers wrapped around his cock in a firm yet tender grip, her touch sending jolts of pleasure straight to his spine, and she examined it with wide-eyed surprise that mirrored his own internal shock at the moment's progression.
It was impressively thick and girthy, the shaft veined and robust, stretching out to at least nine inches in length, a testament to the advanced physique he had cultivated through his evolutions and trainings, far beyond the limitations of his mortal past.
This remarkable endowment was the direct result of his physique advancing to such extraordinary levels, and in truth, both Astreo and Xyra possessed the innate ability to control aspects of their own forms to some degree, adapting them for comfort or enhancement in intimate situations—like Xyra, who had just moments ago subtly adjusted the position and length of her elegant horns with a thought, curving them slightly backward so they wouldn't interfere with her close physical contact with Astreo, allowing her to lean in without any awkward barriers marring their connection.
She held his cock securely in her grasp, her fingers sliding up and down the length in a gentle, rhythmic jerking motion that started slow and exploratory, building a steady rhythm designed to heighten his sensitivity without overwhelming him just yet, and Astreo couldn't suppress the deep, involuntary moan that rumbled from his chest, the sound laced with a mix of vulnerability and ecstasy that echoed softly in the throne room.
Xyra smirked at the noise, her lips curving into a knowing, satisfied expression as she savored the evidence of his pleasure, a secret thrill coursing through her because she had been quietly immersing herself in forbidden tomes and ancient texts on human breeding rituals and practices in recent weeks, devouring every detail about the myriad types of sex that human men craved and responded to most intensely, from tender explorations to more dominant exchanges, arming herself with knowledge that she now wielded like a weapon of seduction to guide their encounter toward peaks of mutual bliss.
"Yes, just like that—jerk it," Astreo moaned breathlessly, his voice a husky rumble that betrayed the overwhelming waves of sensation coursing through him as Xyra's skilled hands continued their rhythmic movements along his throbbing length, each stroke sending fresh sparks of ecstasy radiating from his core.
She smirked with a wicked, knowing curve of her lips, her purple eyes gleaming with triumphant mischief as she shifted even closer to him on the throne, her body pressing insistently against his side, the heat of her skin seeping through the thin barriers of fabric that still separated much of their forms.
This time, she captured his mouth in a passionate kiss, her lips sealing over his with a fervent hunger that matched the building intensity between them, all while her hand persisted in jerking his cock back and forth in a steady, teasing cadence that made his hips twitch involuntarily beneath her touch.
With exquisite care, she used her thumb to gently rub the sensitive tip of his cock, circling the swollen head to coax out a glistening bead of precum that had formed there, shimmering like a pearl of his desire; she then lifted her finger to her own lips, sucking the salty essence clean with a soft, deliberate slurp that echoed faintly in the charged silence of the chamber, mingling the taste of his arousal with the lingering warmth of their shared breaths.
Their tongues danced and explored with unrestrained passion as they kissed deeply, savoring the intimate exchange of each other's saliva in a slick, heated tangle that spoke of their growing mutual need, the flavors blending into something uniquely theirs amid the throne room's dim glow.
Her hand accelerated its pace now, fingers gripping his hard cock more firmly as she jerked it with increasing fervor, the friction building to an almost unbearable peak that had Astreo's entire body tensing in anticipation.
He was utterly melting with pleasure, his inexperienced frame slumping back against the ornate throne as he sat there, lost in the dual sensations of tasting her sweet, teasing mouth while she expertly delivered a handjob that pushed him toward the edge of oblivion, every nerve ending alight with the novel thrill of such intimate contact.
He could feel his cock pulsing wildly in her grasp, throbbing with an insistent pleasure that bordered on agony, until finally, the pressure shattered—he erupted in a powerful release, his body shuddering as thick ropes of semen shot forth from his tip.
Xyra, ever attuned to his responses, positioned her hand gently toward herself to guide the flow, allowing the first burst to coat her palm in warm stickiness before the next one arced higher, splattering across her belly in irregular patterns that marked her as the recipient of his climax.
The third shot of semen landed squarely on her visible thigh, the pearly fluid hitting the smooth, exposed skin with a soft patter before trickling slowly down the curve of her leg, leaving a glistening trail that cooled rapidly in the air and heightened the erotic disarray of the moment.
The fourth pulse struck her feet, warm droplets scattering between her toes, while the fifth and sixth shots veered slightly, landing perilously close to the edge of her still remaining panties, some of the semen seeping into the lace trim and darkening the material with evidence of his spent passion.
At last, Astreo calmed down, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as the aftershocks of his intense orgasm rippled through him, leaving him dazed and sated in a way he had never imagined possible, his mind a whirlwind of lingering embarrassment and profound satisfaction.
Meanwhile, Xyra pulled back from their kiss with a reluctant grace, her lips parting from his in a slow separation that drew out a thin, silvery lining of saliva connecting them still, a fragile bridge of their shared intimacy that stretched between them.
"I guess it's time to eat my darling~" Xyra purred in that irresistibly slutty voice of hers, the words dripping with sultry promise and laced with an undercurrent of eager hunger that sent a fresh shiver racing down Astreo's spine, her tone wrapping around him like a silken caress even as the air in the throne room thickened with the palpable tension of their unfolding intimacy as finally even her panties vanished.
Astreo finally looking at her utterly naked and exposed in all her breathtaking glory as she gracefully sank to her knees before him, positioning herself between his spread thighs with a deliberate, worshipful poise that made his heart pound erratically in his chest.
Astreo gulped audibly, his throat working convulsively as he drank in the sight of her bare form for the first time—her skin glowing with an otherworldly luminescence under the chamber's soft light, her full breasts rising and falling with each anticipatory breath, nipples hardening into pert peaks that begged for attention, her curvaceous hips flaring out invitingly, and the smooth, shaved mound of her pussy glistening faintly with her own arousal, a testament to how deeply she craved this moment with him.
The sheer vulnerability and allure of her nudity overwhelmed him, stirring a potent mix of awe, desire, and that lingering internal panic he couldn't quite shake, his virgin mind reeling at the reality of having such a seductive goddess kneeling before him, ready to pleasure him in ways he had only ever fantasized about in fleeting, guilty thoughts from his past life.
A soft blush crept across Xyra's cheeks as her purple eyes locked onto his cock, still semi-hard and glistening from his recent release, the sight of it twitching slightly under her gaze filling her with a nervous excitement she hadn't anticipated; after all, this was going to be her very first blowjob, an act she had never performed even in the throes of passion with her previous husband, whose encounters had been straightforward and devoid of such intimate explorations.
She knew full well that she carried no true virginity in the conventional sense, her body having been shared and known by another man in the past, and the very idea of manipulating her form with her body to fabricate a hymen anew struck her as a profound insult to Astreo—to their bond, to the authenticity of what they were building here in this sacred space of mutual discovery and desire.
No, she wouldn't cheapen their connection with illusions or deceptions; instead, she resolved in that heated moment to offer him something genuine and untouched, a gift from her heart and body that no one else had claimed: she would lavish him with oral sex for the very first time, surrendering her mouth and throat to his pleasure in a way that would etch their union into eternity, and later, she would guide him to claim her anal virginity as well, allowing him to penetrate that forbidden tightness that had remained pristine and unyielding through all her prior experiences.
"Astreo, my darling, do you know?" she murmured softly, her voice a husky whisper laced with vulnerability and seduction as she reached out to trail her fingers lightly along his inner thigh, inching closer to his awakening length, "I have never given any oral sex before—this will be my first time wrapping my lips around a cock, tasting a man so deeply and completely."
The confession hung in the air like a tantalizing secret, igniting a spark in Astreo's eyes as his cock twitched visibly in response, the shaft jerking upward with eager anticipation at the revelation, the knowledge that he would be the pioneer in this intimate territory flooding him with a heady rush of possessiveness and thrill that made his pulse race even faster.
It meant he would be the first to violate her throat, to push past her lips and claim the warm, velvety depths of her mouth as his own, stretching her in a way that no other lover ever had, and the sheer eroticism of that thought alone was enough to send a surge of blood rushing southward, hardening his cock anew until it stood rigid and throbbing before her, the veins along its length pulsing with renewed vigor.
Just thinking about it—the image of her inexperienced lips parting to take him in, her tongue exploring uncharted pleasures for her—made his cock swell even harder, the tip flaring slightly as a fresh bead of precum welled up at the slit, his body responding instinctively to the promise of her submission and the novelty of her offering.
Astreo stared down at Xyra's beautiful face, captivated by the mix of determination and shy eagerness in her expression, her purple eyes lifting to meet his with a gaze that burned with devotion, silently pleading for his approval and guidance in this untested territory.
She leaned in slowly, her breath ghosting hotly over his sensitive skin, and planted a tender, lingering kiss right on the tip of his glans, her soft lips pressing against the smooth, flushed head in a gentle peck that sent electric jolts of pleasure shooting through him, making his hips buck subtly despite his best efforts to remain still.
Emboldened by his reaction, she followed with another kiss, this one on the delicate foreskin that still partially hooded the crown, her delicious pink lips molding warmly around the ridge as she savored the salty tang of his skin, the contact drawing a low, involuntary groan from deep in Astreo's throat.
From there, she began a slow, deliberate descent, trailing a series of feather-light kisses along the underside of his shaft, her mouth mapping every inch with reverent care until she reached the base, where she paused to nuzzle against the root before extending her tongue to lick his balls gently, the flat of her tongue gliding over the heavy orbs in broad, teasing strokes that made them tighten and draw up slightly, the wet warmth of her mouth enveloping them in waves of building ecstasy that left Astreo gasping, his fingers gripping the arms of the throne as he surrendered to the exquisite torment of her inaugural explorations.
Astreo shivered uncontrollably, a deep, involuntary tremor rippling through his entire body as the waves of pleasure from Xyra's teasing licks on his balls intensified, sending sparks of electric ecstasy dancing along his nerves and making his skin prickle with heightened sensitivity in the warm, charged air of the throne room.
The words escaped his lips before he could even think to rein them in, raw and unfiltered in their blunt admiration, "Damn, Xyra, you are such a slutty bitch," he blurted out, his voice husky and laced with a mix of awe and unrestrained lust, the crude phrase hanging between them like a bold declaration of how thoroughly she had unraveled his composure, his virgin mind still grappling with the sheer intensity of her seductive prowess even as his body betrayed his every attempt at restraint.
"Only for you, darling~" Xyra replied with a playful, sultry lilt in her voice, the words vibrating softly against his skin as she continued her worshipful attentions, her tone dripping with affectionate devotion and that signature slutty edge that made his pulse thunder in his ears, affirming her willingness to embrace every filthy desire he harbored just for him alone.
Without hesitation, she parted her soft, plump lips and gently suckled on his balls, drawing one of the heavy orbs into the welcoming heat of her mouth with a tender suction that was both delicate and insistent, her tongue swirling lazily around the sensitive sac as she savored the musky taste of him, the intimate act pulling a fresh gasp from Astreo's throat.
He closed his eyes tightly, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure that bloomed in his core, feeling the exquisite warmth of her mouth enveloping him completely, her gentle sucking creating rhythmic pulses of bliss that made his toes curl and his fingers dig into the throne's armrests, the sensation so profoundly erotic that it blurred the line between tenderness and raw hunger, leaving him adrift in a sea of building ecstasy.
Finally, after lavishing his balls with several more lingering sucks that left them slick and aching for more, Xyra released them with a soft, wet pop and trailed her tongue upward along the full length of his shaft, licking the veined underside with broad, deliberate strokes that traced every ridge and contour, building the anticipation until she reached the swollen tip, where she paused to flick her tongue teasingly over the slit before parting her lips wider.
In one fluid motion, she enveloped his cock within the plush confines of her mouth, her lips stretching around the girthy base as she took him in deep, the sudden heat and wetness drawing a guttural moan from Astreo's chest, the sound echoing faintly off the chamber walls as her cheeks hollowed with the first pulls of suction.
Her tongue slithered expertly below his shaft, pressing flat against the sensitive frenulum and undulating in wicked patterns that sent jolts of fire racing up his spine, heightening every sensation as she bobbed her head slowly at first, acclimating to his size while her purple eyes flicked up to gauge his reactions.
Astreo moaned louder, his breath coming in heavy, ragged pants as he gazed down at her slutty face, mesmerized by the way her lips glistened around his throbbing length, her expression one of pure, unadulterated lust mixed with that endearing blush of inexperience, her cheeks flushed and her eyes half-lidded in concentration.
He was breathing heavily now, his chest heaving with each inhale, the sight of her horns—curved and elegant, framing her face like a crown of temptation—striking him as extremely alluring in that moment, their dark, obsidian sheen catching the light and adding an exotic, otherworldly edge to her beauty that fueled his primal urges.
Without thinking further, driven by an impulsive surge of dominance that overrode his lingering hesitations, he reached down and grabbed her horns firmly in his hands, the smooth texture cool against his palms, and pushed his entire length into her mouth in one forceful thrust, burying himself to the hilt as her throat constricted around him in surprise.
Xyra choked on his cock instantly, a muffled gag escaping her as the thick head breached the back of her throat, her eyes watering slightly and moving upwards instinctively to meet his gaze, wide with a mix of shock and submissive thrill that only spurred him on, her body adjusting with a instinctive swallow that milked him deeper.
Astreo didn't hold back, his hips snapping forward as he started facefucking her with increasing fervor, the wet, obscene sounds of her sucking his cock deeply—slurps and gurgles mingling with her choked breaths—echoing throughout the vast expanse of the throne room, amplifying the intimacy of their act into something primal and all-consuming, the rhythm of his thrusts growing more erratic as her throat yielded to his invasions, stretching around his girth with each plunge.
Her hands gripped his thighs for support, nails digging in lightly as she relaxed into the rough treatment, her own arousal spiking at the way he claimed her so possessively, the chaos magic in her veins humming with approval.
Soon, the pressure built to an unbearable peak, his cock throbbing wildly within the tight, spasming confines of her mouth, veins pulsing against her tongue as the first hot spurts of his load erupted, unleashing thick ropes of semen directly down her throat in powerful jets that filled her completely.
He moaned in pure euphoria, his head falling back against the throne as waves of orgasmic release crashed over him, his body shuddering with the intensity of it all, the pleasure so profound that it left him lightheaded and trembling, every nerve alight with satisfaction.
Xyra gulped down his semen greedily, her throat working in rhythmic swallows to take every drop, the salty, viscous fluid coating her tongue and sliding warmly into her belly, a testament to her devotion as she milked him dry with gentle sucks even as he rode out the aftershocks.
Finally, with a resounding pop that broke the suction and left a string of saliva dangling between her lips and his softening tip, she released his cock from her mouth, pulling back slightly to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she licked her swollen lips clean.
Astreo, still basking in the euphoric haze, could have easily flipped her over right there on the throne's steps and fucked her senseless—plunging into her dripping pussy or claiming that untouched ass she had promised—but he held back, his inexperience tempering his lust with a surprising tenderness, instead reaching down to pat her head affectionately, his fingers threading through her hair as he smiled down at her with genuine warmth.
"Good girl," he murmured, the simple praise carrying a weight of approval that made her heart flutter unexpectedly.
Xyra paused, opening her mouth to show him the remnants of his cum stained across her tongue and pooling in her cheeks, the pearly white fluid glistening lewdly before she tilted her head back and gulped it down with an audible swallow, sealing their shared intimacy.
A deep blush spread across her face, creeping all the way to the tips of her pointed ears, the color blooming like a rose under her skin as those words—"Good girl"—resonated within her, stirring something profound and unexpected in her chest, making her heart skip a beat in a way that went beyond mere physical pleasure.
Although she was already married to him, bound in eternal devotion and having surrendered her body and soul to his will long before this moment, for the first time, she felt truly complete in her heart, as if the very reason for her existence had been fulfilled right there in the raw vulnerability of their union, a sense of wholeness washing over her that elevated their connection to something transcendent.
With that, Astreo's first blowjob—and the handjob that had preceded it—came to a satisfying close, leaving them both breathless and entwined in the afterglow of their passionate exploration.
To be continued...