"HYAAAAA!!! SO HOT!! HAAAAANNN!!!" Aisha's scream filled the air, her voice breaking as her body convulsed uncontrollably, her pussy spasming in a tight, wet grip around my cock. Her legs shook violently on my shoulders, her entire body jerking as she rode the intense waves of her orgasm.
The feeling of her tight, quivering pussy squeezing
pushed
over the edge, and with a guttural groan, I released inside her, my cock twitching as I pumped her full of my hot cum. My hips jerked as I emptied myself deep inside her womb, filling her completely, my grip on her hips tightening as I held her close, not letting a drop escape.
"Haaaan… so… full… Nathan…" Aisha whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper as her body continued to tremble, her pussy still twitching around . I could feel her legs shaking, her muscles weak and spent from the intensity of her orgasm. Her breaths ca in short, shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to regain control of her body.
But even as I slowed my thrusts, my cock still buried deep inside her, Aisha's body continued to convulse. Her hips jerked involuntarily, her pussy still milking
for every last drop, her eyes rolling back as the pleasure overwheld her.
Her legs, still draped over my shoulders, finally gave out, falling limply to the sides as she lay back on the table, utterly spent. Her chest heaved with each labored breath, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat, her face a beautiful ss of pleasure and exhaustion. I stayed inside her for a mont longer, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around , her body still twitching and spasming in the aftermath of her release.
But as I slowly pulled out, a soft whimper escaped her lips, her body shuddering one last ti before collapsing completely. My cum dripped from her still-quivering pussy, her legs trembling weakly as her body finally gave in to exhaustion. Aisha's eyes fluttered closed, her breath slowing as she succumbed to unconsciousness, her body too overwheld by pleasure to stay awake any longer.
I stood there, watching her chest rise and fall gently, a satisfied smirk tugging at my lips. She was mine now, every part of her.
After years of liking her and nine long months in this world, I had finally fucked and made Aisha mine.
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Ten minutes was all Aisha needed to regain a semblance of clarity. Her breathing, once heavy and erratic, began to steady as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her flushed skin still carried the vivid remnants of our earlier passion. I could see the glow on her body—an afterglow from our intimacy—illuminating her with a soft radiance that enhanced her natural beauty.
I reached for a small flask, one that Amaterasu had given . It wasn't just ordinary water; it had restorative properties, designed to help one recover their stamina faster. I handed it to her gently, and Aisha took a slow sip, visibly revitalized with each swallow. She blinked, finally finding her voice after the intensity of the mont.
"Here, I brought you a new dress," I said, draping it over the bed beside her. Aisha glanced at it briefly but seed more interested in the closeness between us. She shifted on the bed, sitting next to , her bare skin lightly brushing against mine, causing a new wave of heat to rise in the room.
Her face remained flushed from the intensity of what we had just shared. There was an unmistakable glow that seed to emanate from her, a kind of energy that lingered long after our bodies had cooled. She looked utterly captivating, and despite the satisfaction in my bones, my desire stirred once more.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, my voice softened by concern. "I might have been a bit rough, especially for your first ti."
I tried to keep my tone light, but the mory of her words, her soft murmurs urging
on, flashed through my mind. Her legs had moved in perfect rhythm with mine, her body arching, almost demanding more, despite my hesitation. It had been as intoxicating as it was overwhelming.
Aisha shook her head with a soft smile on her lips, her cheeks still a deep shade of crimson. "No," she said, her voice sweet but laced with contentnt. "I liked it when you were harder."
I raised an eyebrow, fighting the urge to laugh. It was hard not to. Her words caught
off guard, but they also sent a wave of satisfaction through .
"I see," I replied, trying to suppress the smirk that was threatening to spread across my face.
For a mont, there was silence between us, comfortable but thick with unspoken words. And then, unexpectedly, Aisha's expression shifted. Her gaze fell slightly, and her lips pressed together before she spoke again.
"Sorry for wasting your ti," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
I frowned, unsure what she ant at first. But then I realized. She was apologizing for stopping
earlier, for delaying my departure to find Astyno, all so we could have this mont together.
Did I regret it now? Absolutely not.
My task was clear: to deliver Astyno safely to Troy. In what state she arrived hardly mattered to , as long as she was alive. It might sound heartless, but that was the reality of who I was. My duty was simple. And honestly, Apollo should be grateful. I had brought her back unhard, and if anyone deserved his wrath, it was Agamnon—not .
"Don't worry about it," I said, my voice firm yet reassuring. "I'll find a way to get her."
Aisha's eyes softened, and she sat up a little straighter. "I can help you, if you want."
The offer was tempting, but the mory of how she was treated the mont she stepped foot into the Greek camp flashed in my mind. The way they looked at her, the vile intentions behind their gazes. She had narrowly escaped sothing far worse than re hostility.
I shook my head. "Stay with the others. I can handle it alone. I don't want anyone touching what belongs to ."
Her eyes widened slightly, and her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. She grasped my arm, fingers tracing the muscles there, her touch light but filled with curiosity.
"Your arms... they're so toned. You look so different, Nathan... What happened to you?"
Her words lingered in the air, filled with wonder, but also a hint of concern. She wasn't just admiring the physical changes in —there was sothing deeper in her question, sothing that reflected her growing awareness of how much I had changed.
Aisha had no idea of the full extent of my strength. She knew
as I had been, not as I was now. I could tell she had her doubts, perhaps sensing sothing had changed, but she couldn't confirm her suspicions. I had grown adept at concealing my true presence, erasing any trace of the power that now surged within . On top of that, I had altered my appearance subtly, enough to ensure that even those closest to
wouldn't easily recognize the full transformation.
"Things happened," I began, my voice steady as I decided not to hide the truth any longer. "I was summoned by Tenebria. That's how I escaped death."
"Tenebria?" Aisha's eyes widened in shock, her expression a mixture of disbelief and confusion. She stared at
for a long mont, as if piecing together fragnts of information that had eluded her until now. "You... you're the Hero of Darkness? W-what happened at the border of Tenebria? The one who pushed Kastoria's forces back… was that…?"
"It was ," I confird with a nod. There was no point in denying it. "I beca so sort of Lord Commander there. The demons have treated
better than anyone from the Empire of Light ever did."
At my words, a wave of sadness crossed Aisha's face. I could see the guilt flickering behind her eyes, the weight of her helplessness gnawing at her. She probably blad herself for not being able to save
back then, for not preventing the circumstances that led to my supposed death. But how could she? I had kept too much hidden from her, from everyone.
"You have nothing to feel guilty about, Aisha," I said, my voice firm yet gentle. "This was my decision. Everything that's happened, it was all part of the path I chose."
She looked down, her hands trembling slightly as they rested on her lap. "I understand," she whispered, though I could sense the pain lingering in her tone.
I leaned closer, my gaze locking with hers, ensuring she grasped the seriousness of what I was about to say next. "Aisha, everything I've told you—keep it secret. For as long as you can. For your own safety, you need to stay within the Empire of Light. Continue to fight for them, just as you're doing now."
Aisha's hands clenched into tight fists, her knuckles whitening under the strain. The fury she felt was palpable, directed not at , but at the Empire of Light, at the Divine Knights who had betrayed , who had pushed
to this point. She wanted to lash out, to do sothing, anything to make a difference. But the truth was, she couldn't.
"Yes," she murmured, her voice low and laced with reluctance.
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