The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son' Chapter 557 - [R18] Demonstrating Battering Siege Tactics At

The tallic fabric of that modified wedding dress was flowing almost like a cool liquid against the back of Qat’s knuckles. Beneath all that Silver, feverish heat was radiating from the inner thigh’s skin which her fingers were pressed onto. Elua’s breath hitched - a shallow, uncontrolled mont from the temperature difference as much as her rising expectation that this was finally happening.

A sound that seed to echo in stillness of the room... and inside Qatrand’s spirit.

To the blonde, it felt like the world had just contracted to only the size of her hand and the smooth, soft skin of her wife. The muscles there were not the bulky power of a typical warrior. Certainly not like herself. But rather the lean, wiry strength of a dancer - or a scout.

And they were taut and trembling, with hopeful anticipation for what lie ahead even as a few other thoughts circled. Even as trusting certainty kept her mostly steady, she could not help but wonder if her beloved would be ’unhappy’ with things as they continued into the next monts... but ultimately, one Warden Patrician’s newly returned little Ogre Fairy highly doubted that her husband-wife would not enjoy the performance.

With fingertips already feeling curiously *on her own* at the fine sheen of sweat which had gathered... the swordswoman just appreciated a tendon’s quality, without pulling away or feeling icky for doing so. In fact, she was quite enjoying being led but allowed to experint a bit. Body temperature had spiked as they had kissed just before this, but it spiked again as she eased the calloused hand closer...

And closer to the overall mound of flesh she wanted caressed. An area radiating a lot of heat caused by this mont between them building for close to a half hour. Elua’s legs quivered, a fine little tremor running through their muscle as Qatrand’s palm was jerked deeper. Pressed and clasped onto a soft, damp, and hot sensation that transcended her expectation a bit.

"Ahh-nnn...!"

One that imdiately made the forr Yecine’s own lower abdon clench in a form of empathetic enjoynt that she wasn’t sure... whether was perfectly natural or just due to the spiritual bondage she had wrapped snugly on the heiress. The sound chain that escaped from the mint-eyed cute-beauty as she bore down was as unguarded as the second buck of her hips that quickly followed.

Her back arched more under the securing hold and her head tipped back lazily, revealing the lines of her throat to the watcher. All as her spirit exploded in ’glee’ to finally have erogenous places acknowledged after these years of forced celibacy!

’Qat is touching , ah! Yes!’

For her part, Qatrand’s mind... went blank for at least one second, before it focused entirely on this journey’s section. She kept her wrist rigid more on instinct than guidance, but the fact that her wife said nothing made her feel like it was the correct choice. Hairs atop and around the vulva she held tickled her skin, and both felt practically plush within her cupped hand.

Small fingers made sure to guide her middle and ring finger to press against her perineum for support. Side of thumb and index, plus the other edge of her hand with her pinky, frad all of the the flexing outer genitalia in a way that felt quite secure and safe. At least it did to the partner bearing down on the *perfect* firmness of the heavy blade wielding hand.

Another squeak and then a hissing breath through teeth followed, along with a mischievous thought and a giddy cackle.

’Ah, but she trains to wield instead now~ Or am I... wielding her to wield ? I guess both can be true!’

All of this was positioning and action was done out of the curious first-tir’s direct sight. Which she felt a little aggrieved about sohow, considering she had been stripped topless herself. But at the sa ti, part of the swordswoman knew that she had been told to slowly take off that in-the-way of... witnessing everything fully dress.

And now she knew that she should have just went for it instead of getting lost in kisses first, a lesson learned by a sense of failure instead of success!

"Qat, this feels good. Really."

Dense, long aroused erectile tissue within Elua - the cable-like, wishbone shaped crura and swelled vestibular bulbs - added firmness throughout the whole of the woman’s clitoral structure. But the hardest feeling thing against the heel of the blonde’s palm as her wife moved about would appear when the spirit of the uninhibited ’young’ woman throbbed with ’shock’ and ’pleasure’ the most.

Specifically... as the pubic symphysis acted as an immovable part of the sexual geotry equation. One that lightly crushed against the ancient cultivator’s internals, just as her externals t and were trapped in a rough, leaky kiss with her lover’s firm and willing hold. Causing more sudden breaths, laughs, and squinting looks with dancing mint eyes toward very patient, very attentive pigeon blues.

"Does it?"

Both of them looking at each other with different forms of worship and different forms of questions for each other, the one receiving what she classified as very *excellent* service in the form of simply being so ’present’ and participating... waited for her uncertain precious gem to speak again.

"This is all I do?"

"Mmn~"

Elua licked her lips and stuck her free hand out onto the steel like trap running from neck to shoulder, digging her fingernails in and pulling herself closer. Calloused hands shifted without stopping any support in either area, even when a mischievous tongue licked at the blonde’s neck slowly before kissing her way to her beloved husband-wife’s ear.

All while continuing to pet the sex student’s hand and changing her smooth, vertical grinds on that palm to more of a rocking, lateral circular rub. A motion that glided around extra well, thanks to her arousal producing plenty of fluids quickly. She almost wanted to shake her head and sigh theatrically, for the possibly unneeded production step in the Exclave... of personal lubricant for these situations.

’I guess this body is a bit... Oh well, she at least knows it happens anatomically with that, if not what it felt like to happen *on* her before now. And I still wanted to make sure Qatrand had plenty if needed for herself. Though I still question... if she’ll want touched this way?’

"This is all you need to do and you’re doing so excellent Qat. Actually, there are so many ways to feel things, but sotis the simplest answers to anything are the best to start with. After all, sex is about sharing an experience with each other, not accomplishing a set goal."

A kiss on her cheek, her jaw, and a small, tiny little bite on the corded muscle of her spouse’s strong neck were doled out as Elua retreated back into the feeling of wonderful experiences.

"Sharing..."

"Don’t forget that, even if you soday start to want to make certain things happen to regularly, hm?"

Despite what she just told the first-tir - it didn’t take all that long for *that* sensation to take over entirely. The smoothness of her motions started to stutter, even after bringing both hands to rest on her partner’s shoulders for stability. Eyes didn’t dull, but they did beco ’glassier’.

The force with which she bucked down was sotis too hard - her lover could feel it in her spirit. As ’shock’ outweighed the logical side of prior pleasure and broke into more raw ’demand’ for the very next cycle of motion. And soon it was clear that she wasn’t thinking at all.

At least not coherently... as Elua seed to have decided in an addled ’panic’ that her entire sex and Qat’s hand needed to completely fuse into one solid thing, even for a mont. Pelvic floor convulsing erratically, she slamd with a driving ’need’ instead of rode the cherishing, slick palm with any sensible level of force and timing.

Chasing the peak she knew existed, the ’goal’ she said not to focus on even though her whole body and lizard brain would know to go after it... even if her past life experience did not.

Her toes felt *cramped* and her grip felt too strong on those loving and enduring shoulders. Though even drowning in bliss-that-needs-more-bliss... so fragnt of sanity kept up her spiritual barriers and physical prevention upon her Physique’s trigger action. She would never forgive herself for harming her Qat after all.

"El... slow down. It feels like you’re going to hurt yourself."

The wariness in the low voice didn’t even shake the consciousness of the mint-drop on the edge of lting. The slapping, slippery sound when she lost contact by raising hips too high - only to *desperately* reattach - drilled deep into the forr Yecine’s psyche and made her breathe hard herself.

Another short while passed before a full body shudder dropped the Goltbred down to et a palm. One that felt fluttering contractions reverberate as her wife dug the connection down so firmly against the soaked bed... that it finally made Qat realize just how much her forearm muscles burned from holding the positioning.

’Sex is... this much exercise?’

Thighs were clamped extra tight like a sudden vise around her hand. But the cultivator didn’t ’drop’ into a mortal’s jelly-like state of cut-strings after she achieved her first orgasm - as Elua er Goltbred at least. Locked up entirely like a statue from the mont of release, with every muscle pulled taut, her spiritual energy stilled just as much.

The brunette only breathed in a deep, slow rhythm as eyes stared a million miles away... into nebulous Gas clouds composed of ionized ’euphoria’ and particulates of ’completion’. But her Qat was with her even then, with that spiritual part of the journey...

"I... love you too, El."

It was only now, under the nervous gaze of the now *slightly* experienced blonde cultivator... that the ancient cultivator realized she completely forgot to explain how a cultivator was brought back from such a sensual overflow! She certainly did not let her illusion give Qat pointers on how to take care of recently pleasured won! But all in all, she was not worried.

"I’m here. Co back, my love, I’m here."

She just left it to the person currently hugging her softly and kissing her temple. The woman she wanted to spend eternity with. To know how to best rope her back toward reality.

"...Do I touch you more now? Is that how it works?"

"Nn... no... not that..."

Or at least trusted never give up trying until a foolish reincarnator grabbed for the coiled lasso herself and tugged back before she could be accidentally bullied.