Selvara's body went wonderfully, heavily limp, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she rolled off him, collapsing onto the silk sheets beside his hip.

A faint, satisfied smile played on her pale lips, her huge breasts rising and falling softly. Aiden lay there, basking in the afterglow, when a shadow fell across his chest.

Lysandra, had seen her chance. Her Crimson eyes, wide and fixed on his still-hard length, burned with immediate, fierce need.

She crawled over Selvara's legs, her curvy body a slick, warm weight as she settled onto his lap, straddling him with practiced ease.

There was no preamble, no soft exploration. She grabbed his cock, guiding it with a single, urgent movement, and impaled herself.

"Gah!" Lysandra cried out, a guttural sound of pure, immediate gratification. She was tight, wet, and incredibly hot. "Oh, Sir Aiden! Ahhh!"

She began to ride, a furious, desperate pace that instantly reignited the fire in his loins.

Her huge breasts bounced and swayed, the rosy nipples already hard and begging for attention.

"Sqwish-swish-sqwish!" The sound of her body working against his was wet and loud, a rapid, frantic rhythm.

He gripped her hips, meeting her thrusts, His eyes sweeping the chaotic scene. That's when he saw Aethoniel.

Leaning against the headboard, her onyx skin gleaming, the golden lines pulsing erratically.

She was shaking, her eyes wide, fixed on the intense coupling.

She was clearly overwhelmed, perhaps by virgin anticipation or pure terror, but unable to look away.

Without breaking rhythm with Lysandra—who was now moaning short, sharp, "Hup! Hup! Hup!" sounds, he reached out a hand, hooking his fingers around Aethoniel's slender wrist.

"Come here," He commanded, his voice husky.

Aethoniel made a small, choked sound, a mix between a whimper and a gasp, but she didn't resist as he pulled her forward. He guided her, trembling and hesitant, until she was positioned directly over his face.

"Sit," Aiden instructed.

She obeyed, her weight settling gently, her soft pussy hovering just above his mouth. The scent of her, clean, slightly metallic, and undeniably virgin, was intoxicating.

"B-benefactor, I—" Aethoniel began, her voice cracking with nerves.

He silenced her with action, not words. Aiden flicked his tongue out, a quick, darting touch against the soft, untouched folds of her entrance.

"Eeeeek!" Aethoniel shrieked, a high, startled sound, her body stiffening instantly. She tasted like sweet, fresh honey.

"Relax," He mumbled around her flesh, pulling her hips down slightly so he could get better access. He began to lick, slow and deliberate, tracing the delicate, sensitive skin.

"Oh! Oh, no, no, no! What is that feeling?" Aethoniel gasped, her hands flying up to clutch at the silk sheets.

Meanwhile, the twins beside him were deep in their own erotic drama. Their bodies pressed together from shoulder to thigh.

Valeforia was mercilessly squeezing Xylendra's massive, heavy breasts, kneading them until they overflowed her hands.

She bent her head, latching onto one of the purple nipples, sucking hard. "Slorp! Pop!"

"Onee-Chan, you are delicious," Valeforia declared between noisy suckles, her skin flushed a deep magenta.

She lifted her hips, rubbing her own eager vulva against Xylendra's.

Xylendra, caught between the delicious torment of her sister and the shocking intimacy of Aethoniel's face-sitting performance, attempted a weak protest.

"Va-Chan, stop! Mmmph! Stop squeezing so hard! It hurts... Oh, that feels so good!Wait, no, stop!"

She pulled her mouth away from Xylendra's chest and immediately slammed her lips against Xylendra's, a deep, invasive, tongue-lashing kiss.

Lysandra, riding him with the ferocity of a desert warrior, was reaching her peak. Her breath came in ragged, hyperventilating bursts.

"I'm... I'm going to... Oh, God, I'm going to—!" She cried, her body convulsing, the walls tightening around him with incredible force.

At the same time, Aethoniel let out a sudden, involuntary moan as his tongue found a particularly sensitive spot. Her virgin entrance began to weep moisture onto his face.

"I can't believe I'm doing this! Ahhh! It's too much!" Aethoniel whimpered, her legs shaking violently as she pressed down onto his mouth, seeking more of the dizzying sensation.

Aiden felt Lysandra's climax ripple through his core. Her entire body clenched, a sweet, agonizing grip around his shaft, squeezing every last drop of pleasure from him.

He groaned, a deep, primal sound, as he filled her to overflowing, a warm gush inside her tight depths.

Her muscles relaxed, then spasmed again, a final, lingering tremor as she slumped forward, her heavy breasts bouncing against his chest.

Her head lolled to the side, a soft sigh escaping her lips, her body wonderfully limp beside him.

With Lysandra spent, Aiden pushed Aethoniel gently off his face.

She landed with a soft thud on her back, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps, her eyes wide and unfocused.

He moved over her, his shadow falling across her trembling form. Her onyx skin, still gleaming with the faint pulse of golden lines, flushed a deep rose.

He lowered his head, his lips finding hers, a soft, exploratory kiss at first. Her mouth was hesitant, inexperienced, but as his tongue traced the seam of her lips, a tiny, involuntary moan escaped her.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue invading, tasting the sweet, clean interior of her mouth. She tasted of honey and something wild, untamed.

His hand drifted down, cupping one of her firm, round breasts. The nipple, a shy bud, hardened immediately under his touch.

He squeezed gently, then more firmly, eliciting a soft gasp from her. He pulled his mouth from hers, trailing kisses down her throat, her chest, until his lips latched onto that eager nipple.

He suckled, hard and rhythmic, pulling at the sensitive flesh. The sound was wet, intimate, as her body arched into his. Her hands, still trembling, clutched at his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on.

He moved lower, his tongue tracing a path over her flat stomach, past her navel, until he reached the dark, untouched delta between her legs.

The scent of her virginity, a mix of musk and innocent sweetness, filled his nostrils.

Her pussy, still glistening from his earlier ministrations, parted slightly, revealing the delicate, dewy folds.

He licked, a slow, deliberate sweep of his tongue from bottom to top, tasting her.

"Oh! Ahh! B-benefactor!" Aethoniel whimpered, her legs spreading wider, offering herself more fully.

He worked his tongue deeper, finding her clitoris, a tiny, sensitive pearl. He flicked it, circled it, then began to suck gently, a steady rhythm that sent shivers through her entire body.

"Mmmph! Oh, please! It's too much! I can't—" She cried, her hips bucking, pressing herself harder against his mouth.

Meanwhile, Valeforia, her eyes gleaming with mischief, continued her relentless assault on Xylendra.

"Onee-Chan, you feel so good," She purred, her own pussy rubbing vigorously against Xylendra's. "So wet, so hot."

Xylendra groaned, a mix of protest and pleasure, as Valeforia's grinding motions intensified, her clitoris pressing hard against Xylendra's own swollen lips.

"Oh, dear, not like this... not now... Mmmph!" Xylendra's words were lost in a desperate moan as Valeforia thrust her hips forward, a sudden, sharp pressure that sent a jolt through her.

Aiden felt Aethoniel's pussy grow slicker, wetter, a clear sign of her readiness.

He pulled his head away, his dick, still throbbing and eager, now positioned at her entrance.

Her eyes, wide and unfocused, stared up at him, a mixture of fear and desperate anticipation.

He guided the tip of his shaft to her opening, pressing gently. Her virgin lips stretched, a tiny seam parting under the pressure.

"It will hurt, just a little," Aiden murmured, his voice a low rumble.

"I... I understand," Aethoniel whispered, her voice barely audible, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

He pushed, slowly, deliberately. The first resistance was firm, a tight, unyielding barrier.

Aethoniel gasped, a sharp, choked sound. He pushed again, a little harder, and felt a tiny tear, a soft rip of flesh.

"Ah!" Aethoniel cried out, her back arching, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles blanched.

He paused, letting her adjust, letting her body accept his intrusion.

Then, with a final, steady push, he broke through. Her virginity surrendered, a soft pop, and his shaft slid fully into her, filling her completely.

"Gah! Ahhh! Oh, it burns! But... oh, it's so full!" Aethoniel sobbed, her legs trembling violently as she wrapped them around his waist, pulling him deeper.

He waited, letting her adjust, letting her body acclimate to the fullness. Then, slowly, he began to move, a shallow, gentle thrust.

"Does this feel better?" he whispered against her ear, his lips brushing her cheek.

"Y-yes," She breathed, her voice a fragile whisper. "Oh, yes."

He began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm, pushing into her tight, hot sheath.

Each thrust was a battle, her virgin walls gripping him, stretching, then slowly, reluctantly, yielding.

The sounds of their bodies joining, a wet, squelching symphony, filled the chamber.

Beside them, Valeforia let out a triumphant gasp.

"Onee-Chan! I'm going to! Ahh!" She pressed her body against Xylendra's with a final, desperate grind, her hips shuddering.

Xylendra cried out, a loud, startled gasp, as a warm, wet gush erupted between their bodies, mingling their fluids in a sticky, sweet mess.

Valeforia collapsed onto Xylendra, panting, a satisfied smile on her face. Their bodies, now slick and spent, lay entwined.

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END OF CHAPTER : 134 : AETHONIEL'S FIRST TIME!

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