Chapter 80: Interlock~ ***
Kenji completely lost himself. How couldn’t he, when the woman he yearned for hugged him naked and her hands explored his hard member?
The door to his room remained firmly locked, isolating the small, dimly lit space from the bustling academy hallways outside.
Inside, the quiet was broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing as Kenji’s hands moved to clear the last barriers between them. He carefully pushed his tattered pants down, exposing his hardened length to the cool air of the room.
Ayla watched his movements with unblinking golden eyes, her head tilted slightly as her silver hair spilled over his chest.
She didn’t possess the standard human concept of modesty, but right now, looking at the sharp lines of his body, her internal temperature spiked to an entirely non-optimal degree.
Kenji reached up, his rough fingers cupping the back of her neck as he pulled her down into a deep, bruising kiss.
Ayla gasped against his mouth, her lips parting instantly to allow his tongue to slide inside. The taste of him was intoxicating, completely overwhelming her sensory processors.
She wrapped her arms tighter around his back, her nails digging slightly into his skin as the kiss deepened, turning into a frantic, wet exchange of heat.
He tasted damn good, and she drank him like the highest grade of wine.
Slowly, Kenji pulled his mouth away, leaving a trail of glistening saliva between them. He slid down her body, his lips pressing firmly against the sensitive skin of her neck.
Ayla let out a soft, low whimper, her head falling back against the thin pillow as his mouth moved lower. He licked a slow line down her throat, his hot breath sending shivers through her dense nerves before his tongue began to explore her cleavage.
The contrast between his burning skin and her naturally cool body caused her to vibrate with a quiet, purring intensity.
"Nngh.." She let out a soft moan.
He cupped one of her full, pink-crowned breasts in his palm, squeezing the soft flesh before pulling her nipple into his mouth. He sucked on the sensitive bud, swirling his tongue around it until Ayla’s hands gripped his hair, tugging him closer.
While his mouth worshiped her chest, Kenji’s free hand slid down the smooth curve of her belly, his fingers dipping into the wet warmth between her thighs.
The moment his fingers brushed against her sensitive slit, Ayla’s whole body twitched. She was already dripping, her fluid biology producing a slick, translucent lubrication that coated his hand.
Kenji groaned against her skin, sliding one long finger deep inside her tight channel. The interior of her human form was unbelievably warm and compact, clamping down around his finger with a primitive, hungry suction.
He began to stroke her, his thumb rubbing against her swollen clit while his finger moved rhythmically inside her.
Ayla’s breath hitched, her golden pupils dilating as the physical sensations began to explode inside her brain. She reached down, her small hand closing around the base of his throbbing, hardened penis.
She held the thick shaft firmly, her fingers sliding the foreskin down and up in a slow, deliberate motion. She mirrored the rhythm of his fingers, feeling the wet, hot pre-cum coating the tip of his length.
The sheer size of him caused a strange, hollow ache to bloom deep within her lower abdomen, a desperate biological demand to be filled completely by her designated mate.
"Kenji..." she breathed out, her voice dropping into a sultry, wet whisper as she accelerated the motion of her hand, pulling the skin tightly over the crown of his shaft.
Kenji pulled his mouth away from her breasts, his chest heaving as he looked down at her flushed face. Without a word, he shifted his weight, sliding down toward the foot of the bed.
He parted her slender thighs, draping her legs over his broad shoulders as he positioned himself between her knees.
He leaned forward, his mouth pressing directly against her soaking wet entrance. Ayla let out a loud, unrestrained moan that echoed against the stone walls as his tongue began to lick her from bottom to top.
He drank her sweet, slick fluids, his tongue parting her swollen lips to stroke directly against her hypersensitive core.
The sensation was entirely too much for her processors to calculate. Her hips lifted off the mattress instinctively, her toes curling as she tried to press herself closer to his face.
"Ah... Mmm, Kenji... stop... no, don’t stop..." Ayla cried out, her silver hair wildly tangling across the sheets as she vibrated with a frantic, overwhelming pleasure.
Every stroke of his tongue felt like a localized explosion of electrical currents running straight to her core.
Kenji did not stop. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers leaving faint bruises on her pale skin as he accelerated the licking, his tongue plunging slightly inside her wet heat before swirling over her clit.
Ayla’s moans turned into broken, desperate gasps, her hands bunching the thin bedsheets as she hovered on the absolute edge of a devastating climax.
Before she could completely shatter, Kenji raised his body, sliding back up over her torso. He looked deep into her wide, trembling golden eyes, his hazel gaze full of a primal possessiveness.
He rested the heavy, throbbing head of his penis directly against her slick entrance, the heat of his shaft smearing her internal fluids across her opening.
He bent his upper body forward, his mouth locking onto her erect nipple as he sucked it deep into his throat. Simultaneously, he braced his lower body and gave a single, powerful push downward.
The thick, solid length of his penis breached her barriers, burying itself completely into her tight depths within a single, smooth stroke.
Ayla’s eyes went completely wide, her mouth opening in a silent, breathless gasp as her internal walls were stretched to their absolute limit.
The sheer fullness of him filled the hollow ache inside her core completely, triggering a violent, tight spasm that clamped around his entire shaft like a vice.
She locked her legs around his waist, pinning him deep inside her as the first wave of a massive, shared climax began to ripple through their bound souls.
The sudden, overwhelming fullness of him anchoring her to the mattress caused Ayla’s internal processors to completely stall.
Her tight walls rhythmically squeezed his buried length, matching the heavy, deliberate thrusts of his hips as Kenji drove himself into her wet depths over and over again.
Every deep plunge sent a jolt of pure sensation straight to her core, shattering her carefully constructed logic until she was nothing but a tangled mess of silver hair and loud, breathless moans.
She locked her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, demanding more of his heat until a violent, synchronized wave of pleasure erupted between their bound bodies, leaving them both gasping for air against the sweat-soaked sheets.
As the intense aftershocks of their climax slowly settled into a warm, heavy hum, Kenji didn’t pull away immediately. He remained resting over her, his forehead pressed against her shoulder as his ragged breathing gradually slowed down.
Ayla’s cool hands traced the sharp contours of his back, her fingers lightly running over the ridges of his spine.
The physical pain in his injured body had been completely numbed by the sheer surge of endorphins, and for a few quiet minutes, the chaotic reality of the Supreme Beast Academy ceased to exist.
Slowly, Kenji shifted his weight and slid out of her damp channel, a soft, wet sound echoing in the quiet room.
He rolled onto his back, his chest heaving as he stared up at the stone ceiling. His hardened length was still glistening with her sweet, translucent lubrication, resting heavy against his lower abdomen.
Looking at him, Ayla felt an overwhelming urge to taste it. She sat up on the edge of the mattress, her long silver hair draping over her bare breasts like a shimmering curtain. Her golden pupils remained fixed on his resting body, tracking the rapid pulse in his throat.
He had given her an incredible amount of physical pleasure using his mouth, systematically triggering her biological receptors until her core had almost dissolved.
According to the laws of a perfect partnership that she had harvested from Amanda’s memories, an equivalent exchange of energy was required to solidify their bond. She wanted to return the exact same sensation to him.
Without a single word, Ayla shifted her position on the bed. She crawled down between his thighs, her smooth, naked knees bracing against the sheets on either side of his legs. She leaned over his lower belly, her silver hair brushing against his skin as she stared down at his semi-erect, slick shaft.
Kenji lifted his head slightly, his hazel eyes narrowing with a sudden, dark curiosity as he watched her movements.
"Ayla?"
Ayla did not answer with words. She reached down, her small, cool fingers wrapping firmly around the base of his penis to stabilize it.
She leaned lower, her hot breath fanning over the sensitive crown before she opened her lips and slid her mouth directly over the thick, throbbing tip.
Kenji let out a sharp, involuntary groan, his hands immediately clenching into the sheets as the wet, sliding warmth of her mouth enveloped him.
Ayla’s mouth was completely different from a human’s. The interior of her oral cavity was perfectly smooth, incredibly warm, and naturally pliant, wrapping around the heavy head of his shaft with an absolute, seamless suction.
She swallowed him deeper, her tongue instantly swirling around the sensitive ridge of the crown, licking away the residual fluids with a slow stroke.
She remembered exactly how he had used his tongue on her lower mouth, and she began to replicate the rhythm.
She moved her head down, drawing more of his thick length into her throat. Her lips sealed tightly around the base of his shaft, creating a powerful, wet vacuum that sent a violent jolt of pleasure running straight up Kenji’s spine.
Her hands remained wrapped around the bottom of his penis, her fingers sliding the loose skin up and down to match the deep, rhythmic bobbing of her head.
"Ffuck... Ayla..." Kenji hissed through his teeth, his hips lifting off the mattress instinctively as the intense suction threatened to break his resolve within seconds.
He reached down, his fingers tangling into her long silver hair, not to pull her away, but to guide her pace as she devoured him.
Ayla purred quietly against his skin, the low vibration echoing deep within her throat as she swallowed him to the absolute base. She loved the taste of him, the raw, salty essence of his life force mixed with the clean scent of his body fluids.
She accelerated her movements, her head moving up and down in a smooth, continuous motion that left no room for him to breathe. Her tongue never stopped moving, continuously licking and massaging the underside of his shaft, driving his sensitivity to an absolute crisis point.
The room grew thick with the heavy, wet sounds of her deep throat suction. Kenji’s breathing turned completely ragged, his chest heaving as his hands gripped her silver locks tighter.
The sheer heat of her mouth was completely overwhelming, pushing his hardened length back into a state of absolute, throbbing tension.
She sucked him harder, her lips sliding over the crown with an unyielding, hungry pressure that extracted every ounce of his restraint.
Kenji’s muscles locked up entirely, a low, guttural growl ripping from his throat as he reached his absolute limit.
"Ayla... move back... I’m going to—"
Ayla didn’t move back. She refused to let a single drop of his energy go to waste. Instead, she swallowed him as deep as her throat would allow, her hands clamping tightly around the base of his shaft as his body violently shuddered.
A massive, hot torrent of thick semen erupted straight into the back of her throat. Kenji spent himself completely, his hips twitching as wave after wave of thick, burning life force shot into her mouth.
Ayla did not flinch. Her throat muscles pulsed rhythmically, effortlessly swallowing the entire heavy load as it came, her core drinking in the high-energy essence with a deep, absolute satisfaction.
When the last spasm finally left his body, Ayla slowly slid her mouth off his deflated length, letting out a soft, wet gasp. A small, white drop of his fluid glistened on her lower lip before her pink tongue darted out to lick it clean.
She climbed back up his body, collapsing softly against his chest, her head resting right over his racing heart.
Kenji lay completely spent, his arm wrapping around her naked shoulders as he let out a long, tired sigh. "You are a monster," Kenji murmured softly, his fingers gently stroking her silver hair.
"I am your mate," Ayla corrected deadpan, her eyes closing as she listened to the steady, comforting beat of his heart. "That was so good..." she muttered softly.
Kenji chuckled weakly, his chest vibrating against her cheek. They remained wrapped around each other in the quiet room for another thirty minutes, allowing the lingering warmth to bind them before the reality of the Spire Event forced them back into operation.
Slowly, Ayla began to detach her limbs from his body. Her human skin began to soften, the pale, smooth flesh reverting back into a malleable, translucent blue slime.
"That human is returning.." She grumbled, "he is a bad guy."
