Aimless Ascension

NSFW/Explicit

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Gale's whole body quivered, savouring the warmth and soft texture of her skin. He caressed, kneaded, and stroked, but he didn't get enough of the tantalising curves. She shivered below him, letting out breathless whimpers.

Gale moved his hands over her hips, sizing her up, kneading them to his desire. Soft lips found his chest as she showered his chest with kisses, wiggling her tongue at his nipples. She was short, but definitely wasn't losing out on passion.

One of his palms rose higher and found her bosom while his lips searched for the other one of its pair. Gale's right hand kneaded her bountiful breast as he pressed harder, his lips moving to lick every bit of her skin.

She shivered harder, rising to meet his desire, his passion, spreading warmth to every part of his body.

His right hand was on her supple breast as he sucked the left one as if his life depended on it. She moaned, her soft hand stroking his hair, pulling him closer with every motion of his tongue. Her moan rose as a hotness touched her nether region.

Her palm went out of its way to find the hot prick raging against her skin. She gave it a little squeeze as his mouth left her nipple to kiss her lips. Two tongues played with one another, none wanted to lose out to one other.

Passion rose as they got bolder. Her palm explored his prick, squeezing it up and down, while Gale explored her, his excitement rose with how his every touch was making her shiver.

Gale groaned in pleasure and pinned her beneath me. She gasped as Gale kissed his way downwards. She didn't want to let go of his hot prick, still squeezing. Gale shrugged her hands off as his mouth found her sex.

She moaned aloud the very moment Gale began exploring. She tasted sweet as Gale explored her inner fold with his tongue and lips. Her hips twitched at every motion of Gale's tongue as gasps escaped from her lips.

Finally, unable to endure anymore, she gave a roll of her body to rise.

Gale still wanted to pin her down and continue on his exploring, but her soft voice stopped him.

"I . . ." she said, still breathless, "I want it. . ."

Gale wanted it too, he wanted it so badly. His prick twitched, and so did his lips.

"I don't know," he said breathlessly. "I can't control it. I'll hurt you. . ."

"Please," she hissed, "you need not to."

Gale didn't hold back anymore, getting the green light.

He jumped at her. Her supple breast pressed against his muscular chest and he found her. Her inside was hot and slippery. It squeezed him in. Gale moved his hips ever so slowly to have the most of the moment, although his instinct told him to ram as fast as he could and drown himself in her hotness.

Gale went slower, savouring every bit of her inside, knowing there would be plenty of time to drown himself in it. He had to bend his back to kiss her, a demerit of his tall stature.

Soft moans escaped from her lips, as hot breaths fell on his face as Gale squeezed in ever so slightly. Gale's tempo rose with pleasure as she writhed against him.

"I . . ." she tried to speak, but could only finish in moans as Gale braced himself inside her tight sex.

Gale was about to flood her inside, unload everything, and then their eyes met. She was completely teared up as saltwater dripped down her cheeks.

A current rushed into his head.

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Gale woke up, choking on his cry. He was breathless and found a tent standing in his pants. He blinked multiple times, breathing deeply to calm himself.

Gale found water on the side table and drank a good amount of it, before laying back in bed to calm himself completely.

"This doesn't happen to me often," he muttered. No, not often; it was almost never. Not to mention all of it was still vivid in his mind. Their desire, his pleasure, her cry.

Then again, it had been quite some time since he got laid. The last time was before the war, before his affliction. It was somewhat perceivable for him to dream about such things.

"I need to get laid," Gale mumbled and rose up from the bed. He wasn't going to get any sleep after this. Besides, there were barely a couple of hours left for sunrise. It was better to get some fresh air.

Gale got out of his bedroom, cranking his neck and waist. He was about to leave to do some running or flying, but halted, his eyes darting towards the cultivation chamber he created for Xiaolin.

The script formations inside were running.

A frown crept to his brows as he shook his head, creeping towards the cultivation chamber. He needed to give this girl a good scolding, or else she wouldn't understand what kind of trouble she would bring to herself.

The door was locked from the inside, obviously.

"Linlin, it's enough already," he demanded of his disciple. "Open the door."

Gale waited for a reply, but none came, deepening his frown.

"Linlin, if you're inside, open up."

Again, no answer.

Getting no reply, Gale pushed his way into the room, with the intention of giving a good scolding to his disciple for this kind of irresponsibility.

However, what greeted him was the unconscious figure of Xiaolin, lying on the ground as thick spirit energy circled slowly around her unconscious body. Her robes were soaking in sweat and her skin was all red, swelling with the inability to hold on any longer.

The irritation moved on to anxiety as Gale moved to her body. Her skin had started to tear up after she failed to endure the pressure from cycling with pure crystals.

"Fool girl," he said, wiping the tears from her eyes. "If you wanted it so bad, you just had to tell me."

He turned off all script formation, throwing a few strands of Qi around the controls, and rose, carrying her.

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