Free Web NovelChapter 401: Amaera needs the chef’s sauce heat (+18)
He withdrew under the thick canvas, lying down on his sleeping bag without removing his boots. Silence returned to the camp, disturbed only by the steady breath of the wind and the crackling of the fire. Klein closed his eyes, trying to force his mind to relax. But the image of Amaera, sitting near the fire with that expression of vulnerability, remained etched behind his eyelids.
Late in the night, when the fire was nothing more than a pile of glowing embers and the cold of Tenebris crept through the seams of the tent, a faint noise caught Klein’s attention. The rustle of the zipper was almost imperceptible.
He opened his eyes abruptly, his hand instinctively seeking the hilt of his katana, but he stopped short. A silhouette appeared in the opening, the faint light of Tenebris’s moons highlighting her curves. Amaera entered the tent with ceremonial slowness. She no longer wore her azure dress, but a simple nightgown of fine silk, so light that it seemed to float around her like a mist.
Before Klein could utter a word or even sit up, she slid onto him. Her hands, cool as ice, framed his face. Her scent, an intoxicating blend of lotus and eternal cold, instantly invaded the confined space of the tent.
Amaera kissed him.
It was a wild, desperate kiss, laden with centuries of longing and a thirst for life that Klein had not suspected in her. Her tongue explored his mouth with feverish urgency, seeking a warmth she seemed to have lost long ago. Klein, initially surprised, felt his blood boil. Adrenaline and desire overtook his usual caution. He responded to the kiss with the same ardor, his hands finding the small of her back to press her against him.
Amaera’s skin was of an unreal softness, shivering under his touch. She let out a muffled moan against his lips, a rich and guttural sound that betrayed her total surrender.
"Klein...", she murmured between two burning kisses, her short breath crashing against his neck. "Don’t speak... Just... make me forget."
He did not need to be asked twice. With a fluid movement, he turned to position her beneath him. The silk shirt slipped off her shoulders, revealing her heavy and firm breasts whose dark areolas were already pointing under the effect of excitement and the nocturnal chill. The bluish light of the moons filtered through the tent canvas, bathing her body in a mystical glow.
Klein trailed his kisses down her slender throat, lingering on the delicate collarbone before capturing a nipple between his lips. He sucked it hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Amaera arched her back violently, her fingers anchoring in Klein’s silver hair.
"Ahhh... Yes... like that...", she panted, her hips beginning to move instinctively against his.
Klein felt the heat rising between her thighs, his erection pressing against the elf’s flat stomach. He slid a hand between their bodies, his fingers quickly finding the way to the vice-director’s intimacy. She was already flooded, a hot and viscous liquid that testified to her devouring desire. He inserted two fingers in a slow and deep movement, exploring the tight and burning walls of her sex.
"Oh!..." Amaera’s cry was muffled by the kiss he imposed on her again. Her internal muscles contracted vigorously around his fingers, an electric reaction that made her whole being vibrate.
He increased the pace, his fingers entering and exiting with surgical precision, while his thumb massaged her swollen clitoris. Amaera began to moan without interruption, a litany of hoarse sounds and rapid gasps. Her legs wrapped around Klein’s waist, her heels pressing against his buttocks to urge him deeper.
"I want you... now... Klein...", she murmured, using the diminutive she unconsciously associated with his power.
Klein straightened slightly, undid his pants and freed his rigid and throbbing member. The head of his sex brushed against Amaera’s plump and soaked lips. He aligned himself with the entrance and, with a single slow and controlled thrust, he penetrated her to the hilt.
The elf let out a long cry of pleasure, her head tilting back, revealing the taut line of her neck. The tightness of her sex was incredible, enveloping him like a vise of living flesh. Klein remained motionless for a moment, savoring the sensation of intense heat and resistance that gradually yielded.
"You are... so tight...", he growled between clenched teeth, his abdominal muscles bulging under the effort.
He then began to move, first with calculated slowness to prolong the torment, then accelerating the pace. Each thrust made their skins slap against each other, a wet and repetitive sound that filled the tent. *Plap! Plap! Plap!*
Amaera was transfigured. Her silver eyes were rolled back, showing only the whites, while her tongue hung slightly between her parted lips. She no longer sought to maintain any dignity. She was a creature of pure instinct, her hands clawing at Klein’s muscular back, leaving long red trails on his skin.
"Faster... Kaiser... destroy me...", she begged in an incoherent breath.
Klein obeyed, the rhythm becoming frantic. He seized her thighs and spread them wider, opening her intimacy completely to his repeated assaults. He struck deeply, reaching zones of sensitivity that triggered waves of spasms in the elf. Her generous chest bounced violently with each impact, the brown tips hitting Klein’s torso.
Sweat began to bead on their foreheads, mixing in their salty kisses. The air in the tent was saturated with the musky scent of their union. Klein felt the tension rising in his pelvis, an imminent explosion he could no longer contain. freewebnovёl.ƈom
Amaera reached her orgasm first. Her body suddenly stiffened, her vaginal muscles contracting in powerful and disordered waves around Klein’s member. She let out a tearing cry that was fortunately muffled by the magically insulated walls of their encampment.
Feeling these contractions envelop him, Klein gave a few last brutal thrusts before freezing in turn. A guttural growl escaped his throat as he ejaculated deep inside her, spurt after spurt of his burning essence.
They remained like that, piled on top of each other, for long minutes, the time it took for their breathing to calm and their heartbeats to synchronize. Silence returned, more peaceful this time.
Amaera was the first to move. She nestled against Klein’s chest, her cheek resting on his moist skin. She said nothing, but her arm encircled his waist in a gesture of quiet possession.
"Looks like guard duty will have to wait", murmured Klein while running a hand through Amaera’s blue hair.
She let out a small muffled laugh, a sound of pure contentment. "The Spectrum can wait... For once, I feel... alive."
They eventually fell asleep like that, entwined, unaware that this moment of weakness would bind their destinies irrevocably, stirring buried memories upon their return home...
