Aylin moved the hand she had placed on Caius's back to his front. Her hands shook and the intensity of pleasurable sensations coursing through her made it hard to focus on something as 'mundane' as undoing buttons. But the fact that it held close the barrier to direct contact to Caius's skin proved enough encouragement to steady her hand—at least a little bit.

When both sides of the shirt fell away, Aylin pushed her free hand inside, touching her fingers to Caiue's sides—his ribs, the underlying musculature—as she then pulled him closer and held on while his mouth continued his delectable work on her nipple.

Caius was very dedicated to his act of nipple-pleasing. Unlike the last time he had done this, he didn't have to hold himself back. He wasn't trying only to give her a taste and an incentive to 'behave'. Now, he did all this with a culmination in mind.

But despite how prevalent that culmination was at the back of his mind, it didn't overwhelm the present. This was an experience that he preferred to look at like a marathon rather than a sprint. It wasn't about how fast he could get Aylin hot and bothered before sliding his rod into her snatch. It was about steeping his entire self into the feel of every part of her body. It was about enjoying—and making sure she enjoyed—the experience throughout.

Aylin's breast was larger than Caius's hand could contain and the very feel of the ample flesh spilling out of his fingers was feeding his rod with so much blood that he just might burst out of his pants. The way her hand pulled at his hair, pulling it right at the scalp to the point of aching, got pleasure charging through him so hard that he was at risk of being blindsided by the sheer intensity.

At some point, after he found a balance where he could grab Aylin's nipple between his teeth without biting right through or piercing her with his fangs, Caius took his hand off her breast and let it fall so both his hands were now at her hips. He moved his hand all over before going down a bit to touch one of her legs.

As Caius stroked across her thigh, Aylin naturally raised her leg and placed it at his waist. And then she felt Caius's other hand on her other thigh and so she lifted that leg as well. In a second, she had both her legs wrapped and locked around Caius's waist.

This move caused Aylin's skirt to ride so both of Caius's hands stroked across her leggings-covered legs while his mouth worked to gobble up as much of her tit as he could. While he did that, he raised one hand and pulled at one side of Aylin's shirt as well as her uniform jacket. Instantly, she knew what he was after and took her hands off him just long enough for the sleeves of both her shirt and jacket to slide off her and hit the ground.

Before Aylin could place her hands back on Caius's body to grab and pull him against herself for all the millimeters of distance they had needed to pull away from each other—without dislodging her breast from Caius's mouth—Caius reached his hand behind her and with a sure flick of his fingers, he undid the fastening of her bra.

Instantly, Aylin felt relief— Naturally. But she also hadn't really been aware of how much of a hindrance the bra had been to Caius's exploration of her breasts. One of the two was still held in the large cup and the most Caius had done to it was touch it through the material of the underwear.

As she let the straps of the bra slip off, Caius released the tit that had been the focus of his oral diligence thus far and moved to the thus-far neglected one of the pair. Raising his other hand from her hips to grab the breast he just released to squeeze and knead it with firm and gentle handling.

All through Caius's actions, Aylin's moans had been consistent. Even without the occasional spikes in volume, it was already pretty loud. Alas, it was nothing compared to the height she reached when Caius began to pull on and pinch her nipples. The one he had between his teeth received the full languishing of his nipple. And neither of the tits got to feel left out as Caius alternated which he molded with his hand and which he gobbled up.

For Aylin, this meant the spark was always alive—though, really it could never die regardless—and her level of pleasure was not just managed perfectly, it was also always taken to new heights.

For Caius, the way the pleasure he caused Aylin made her tremble against him as well as how much she rocked herself against his hardening cock got him groaning and occasionally felt so good that his knees almost buckled and he had to really keep focus to maintain the sound structure on which Aylin could confidently rest her weight.

And then, when he finally released the breast in his mouth and raised his face to line it up with Aylin's, it was she who grabbed his lips in a hard kiss as her arms wrapped around his neck in a strong grip that left no room for any space between their bodies.

Caius had to take his hand off her breast and press it against the wall behind her as he groaned hard while using his buckling knees to jerk his hips against her, inadvertently thrusting Aylin against the wall. The vines cushioned what would have been aching contact but even if they hadn't been there, Aylin would still be excited.

In fact, she began to pull at Caius with her arms around him forcing him to jerk against her body even harder so she could hit the wall of vines so hard that she got past the cushioning effect and felt the hardness against her back.

But that took too much effort. So Aylin did something else. She freed up a few fingers from the iron-strong grip of her arms around Caius's neck to cast Arcane symbols that took on a crystalline form before ushering in the chill of winter.

There was a crackling of ice and Caius opened his eyes only slightly before raising a curious brow when she saw a thick wall of ice forming between Aylin and the vines that covered the wall.

At the Fourth Circle, the chill wasn't harmful or hindering but it was not completely negligible so Caius did feel it. And it heightened just how good it felt to hold Aylin this close. Her body's warmth was now so much more highlighted and feeling her heavy breasts against his naked chest wrapped him in a cozy feel that got a silly grin to spread across his lips.

"What?" Aylin asked when she felt the grin against their kiss.

"Nothing," Caius answered, "This feels nice."

He had just said it when a few flecks of snow dropped onto his body. Aylin hadn't stopped at the construction of her ice wall, she had practically changed the weather within the room. Snow formed in the air in a nice, little, cozy winter dribble that was already forming a layer across the floor. Caius's hair was now dotted with the white fluff. And so was his uniform.

"Merry Christmas," he mumbled with a smile, thinking himself silly but also amused at the thought that the holiday that didn't exist in this world had somehow found him still.

"What?" Aylin asked, confused.

"Don't worry about it," Caius said, deciding now was not the time to explain a holiday that didn't exist to her.

"Okay," Aylin said with a sultry smile and a light biting of her lower lip, "Well, then get back here then."

She pulled him back into the kiss and Caius pressed her against the wall of ice, and snow continued to fall, with flowered vines creating a nice nature-rich atmosphere even in a dingy room such as this, he couldn't help but think how, if this was Christmas, it was certainly the happiest one he had ever had.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.