Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Aether and Helena were cuddling each other on the bed… after a long, aching time of longing… they simply couldn’t hold it back anymore. Their bodies were tangled so tightly, not even the air dared to pass between them. Their hearts pounded in rhythm, almost as if the universe had held its breath just for this moment.

Helena let out a soft chuckle, feeling the intensity of his hold. She could sense it in every inch of his grip, see it in the glassy warmth of his eyes—he had missed her, missed her far too much.

Aether gazed at her with a deep, tender warmth as he leaned in, brushing his nose against hers and whispered gently, “You know what ‘That’ meant… right?” His voice was soft, almost reverent, as though the words were a sacred prayer meant only for her ears.

Helena’s cheeks turned a delicate red as she lowered her gaze, her voice trembling as she muttered, “C-Come on… you’re the one who t-taught me all ‘That’, remember?”

Aether chuckled quietly. Of course, it was him. He had been the one to taint this once-innocent saintess, corrupting her gentle purity with his love, his lust, his unrelenting desire.

She was asking for something more… something she had never asked for before.

Aether smiled softly and lifted her chin, gazing into her flushed, glowing face. Her cheeks were stained with the delicate residue of dried tears from her earlier, emotional confession. And yet, in those golden eyes of hers, there was still a tender ache… a raw, unspoken need that shimmered with warmth and longing.

Aether’s mind wandered for a brief second.

Was she doing this just for him?

Just to be close? Or did she truly desire this with all her being—her heart, her body, her soul?

“There’s no need to worry about anyone else—” he began, but Helena gently shook her head, cutting him off with a soft but firm voice.

“No… this isn’t about others…” she whispered, her expression turning solemn, eyes wide with vulnerability and yearning. “I… I just want to be one with you… I want to feel you inside me… feel all of you, Aether… I want to give myself completely… to show you how much I love you… How much I need you…” Her voice trembled with emotion, her lips quivering as she asked, “Can I…? Please… can I?”

Aether stared at her for a few seconds.

It wasn’t like he was holding back before… it was more that… her flower—her core—was delicate and small. He wasn’t sure if she could handle his size. When he had fingered her before, even one finger had barely fit. She had clenched so tightly, it was almost like her body was still too innocent for his hunger.

Helena, cheeks now glowing with helpless heat, added with a trembling blush, “A-Also… e-ever since you touched me there… I… I’ve been feeling this… this itch.” Her voice cracked as her eyes grew teary, shame creeping into her face.

“I-I didn’t want to say it… it’s embarrassing but… even when I try to comfort myself… the itch doesn’t go away, Aether… it just keeps getting worse…” Her voice dipped into a whimper as she reached for his hand and slowly, desperately guided it between her thighs. “P-Please… I need your hand… I-I need you…”

Helena had never spoken like that before. But the truth was, ever since they’d done naughty things—explored their lust—she had been feeling this strange, relentless itch at her flower. She had tried to soothe it with her fingers, her pillow, soft grinding… but nothing worked. And now, being this close to him, to the scent of his skin and the warmth of his breath, that itch turned into a burning, throbbing need.

Aether blinked, stunned at first… then slowly, his lips curved into a devilish grin. “Look who’s been naughty~” he teased with a low growl as he gently flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, possessively, hungrily.

“Hmm~”

He trailed soft kisses downward, slow and sensual… her chin, her delicate throat, her slender collarbone. His mouth was warm, wet, and greedy. He paused when his lips hovered above her clothed chest. Her heart was beating so wildly beneath her skin, it almost made him dizzy.

Helena’s entire face was burning red. She turned her head to the side, unable to meet his eyes, and muttered in a soft, pleading voice, “L-Light… turn off…”

Aether blinked, then looked at her flushed, shy expression. She was so timid, so vulnerable, so heartbreakingly beautiful that his already-hard shaft twitched with intense hunger. It was like a feast laid bare before him—and his body ached just from the sight.

‘Control yourself, man…!’ Aether groaned internally, struggling to keep his restraint. With a wave of his hand, the lights vanished, leaving them under the soft glow of the moonless light and the golden stars scattered across the night.

Her golden hair spread like silk across the bed, her golden eyes flickered with love, nervousness, and carnal heat. She looked like an angel… an angel trembling, waiting to be lovingly, sinfully tainted.

Aether gulped and leaned forward, burying his face in her breasts, nuzzling the soft mounds through the fabric, feeling her heat and trembling desire.

“~mm~” Helena let out a shy little moan as she bit her lip, her body shivering from the strange, ticklish sensation. She was feeling… something new… something weirdly hot and sticky forming in her core.

Aether inhaled her warmth and scent into his lungs like a drug, then looked up and murmured, “Shall I?”

Helena nodded, lips trembling, her breath shaky. Her eyes were so filled with trust and passion… it made his chest tighten.

Aether slowly, gently began undressing her… every motion soft, every brush reverent. He handled her like a precious treasure, as if her body was made of crystal.

Soon, only her white bra and white panties remained. She looked so pure, so untouched—yet burning with lust.

Aether gulped again as he slowly lifted her blouse further, revealing her bare, perfect breasts… two soft, curvy mounds with delicate, perked pink nipples standing shy and stiff in the cool air.

So pink…

So inviting…

So erotic…

Helena’s entire face went beet red. She quickly covered her face with her hands, as if the sight was too much to bear. She didn’t want to see herself like this… not this exposed. Not this shameless.

Aether didn’t push her… because he knew. If she did, she’d be traumatised for sure.

Definitely!

Aether’s eyes stayed locked on her bare chest, his breath deepening, his cock twitching beneath the thin fabric of his pants. Her boobs… they were even more beautiful than he remembered—round, plump, soft like warm pillows, their curves perfectly shaped to be held, kissed, devoured. Her pink nipples stood proudly, begging for attention, already hard and stiff from his teasing and her shy arousal.

He leaned in slowly, reverently, as if kneeling before something holy… before lust twisted inside him and he gave in to the heat.

“Gods…” he whispered under his breath as his hands reached out and cupped her full mounds gently, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh like warm dough. “You’re so soft… so perfect…”

“A~Ahn!” Helena whimpered, her body jolting slightly at the first squeeze, the sudden contact sending a rush of tingling straight down to her needy, wet flower. She curled her fingers tightly over her eyes, face turning redder by the second.

Aether chuckled softly, lovingly, and began to knead her breasts with slow, circular motions—his thumbs brushing across her nipples, teasing them, watching them twitch under every touch.

“Your nipples are already so stiff… so soft areola~hmm~” he murmured, his voice deep and thick with want.

Helena let out a muffled whimper, her legs rubbing together, her back arching just slightly. “D-Don’t say it like that…” she whispered, her voice melting, her breath getting shallower with every second.

Aether lowered his head, bringing his lips just above her right nipple, his hot breath washing over it. Helena gasped—her hands twitching, her lips parting. And then—

“Mnnn~!” she moaned aloud as his mouth closed around her nipple, sucking gently, slowly, erotically.

His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, flicking it in slow, teasing circles before pulling it between his lips with a wet, hungry pop. His hand continued to massage her other breast, squeezing her curves with adoration and unspoken hunger.

Helena’s hips writhed under him, and her voice cracked into shameless moans, “Ahh! A~Aether…! Mnnn~… It’s… f~ahh!~ feels weird…!”

“It’s not weird,” he whispered, lifting his head for just a moment to smirk before taking the other nipple into his mouth, this time sucking harder, greedier. “It’s your body craving mine… your boobs are so sensitive, aren’t they?”

“~Hahhnn~!” she cried out as he drew her nipple in deeper, letting it stretch and press against the roof of his mouth. His tongue flicked furiously now, relentless, then slow again… tormenting her with wet rhythms of pleasure.

He sucked harder, greedier, drooling over the soft mounds as he bit down slightly—just enough to make her shudder and arch into his face.

Helena’s fingers trembled as she grabbed the sheets. Her body couldn’t lie—her boobs were pulsing with pleasure, nipples throbbing, heat flowing straight down to her dripping entrance.

“A~Aether… It’s… ~amm~ too much… my b-boobs feel hot… too hot…!” she whimpered, trying to pull her chest away—but he held her in place, his hands firm around her curves.

“Too much?” he growled between sucks. “Then I’ll slow down… or maybe I won’t.”

He kissed the valley between her breasts, then trailed his tongue along the underside of each mound—leaving slick trails of saliva as he moved, worshipping them like sacred gifts. He licked, sucked, kneaded, and nuzzled—his face completely buried in her chest, groaning against her skin like a beast in heat.

“Mmmnn!~” Helena moaned again, louder now, legs spreading instinctively, her toes curling, her mind spinning from the sheer attention he was giving her boobs. She had never known they could feel this good—this full, this sensitive, this sacred and sinful all at once.

Her chest was heaving, nipples red and swollen, breasts slick with his saliva. His tongue dove back down again, sucking them with messy slurps, his nose pressed against her skin, breathing her in like she was made for him.

Each kiss, each lick, each hot suck was a promise—of love, of lust, of the hunger he had held back for too long.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against her chest, one last deep kiss pressed to her left nipple, swirling it gently, passionately. “All of you… your breasts, your heart, your wet little pussy… I want it all~”

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[Author’s Note: Due to some errors with the naming of the new novel, I changed to a new one… give it a try, guys and tell me what you think of it!

Fate To Fake: Loved By The Fallen; Fated To Kill The Divine – Abilion – AllNovelFull]

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