Novel Full Chapter 592 A Dance Of Freedom
Chapter 592 A Dance Of Freedom
As Asher and Lysandra became one, time seemed to fold into itself; minutes blended into seconds, hours into moments.
Trapped in the fiery embrace of desire and intimacy, they were a tempestuous amalgam of emotions and sensations, their united bodies forming a symbol of pure passion.
In the throes of this very passion, large, powerful, wyvern-like, leathery, ashen wings sprouted from Asher’s back, mirroring Lysandra’s own magnificent dark silver set.
Gripping her wings tightly, he continued to drive into her as they ascended into the air, his fervent thrusts matching the rhythm of his beating wings.
Their lascivious dance set the cavern aglow as the motion of their intertwining bodies lifted them off the moss-laden ground while thick, hot semen continued to drip off her feet.
“Ahhn!~ Haaann!~ Heeun!~…”
“Nngh! Ungh!…”
The air was filled with husky panting, seductive growls, and carnal echoes reverberating off the damp walls.
Lysandra lost count of how many times he filled her, each earth-shattering climax dissolving into another flood of pleasure. Her consciousness wavered, seemingly dissolving in the ocean of ecstasy that surrounded her.
She couldn’t understand how he could keep on going like this without even showing any signs of fatigue.
Her body writhed under the onslaught of sensations, her rounded buttocks quivering madly and her abundant bosoms swinging provocatively with each impact, her emotions tossed in the whirlpool of fiery passion.
Beads of perspiration trickled down her body, scattering like diamonds whenever his hips collided with hers.
Their mating-aerial dance was wild and untamed, their bodies rhythmically slamming before recoiling.
“HAAN!~” She gasped as her wings became his anchor; he pounded relentlessly within her, each powerful thrust unlocking an unfathomable surge of pleasure.
Her delicate skin flushed crimson under the barrage of carnal stimulation, droplets of sweat trickled down the valley of her breasts.
Weightlessness claimed her as Asher kept powering into her from behind in mid-air. The notion of coupling in such an acrobatic fashion would have previously seemed absurd, yet now it brought her a thrilling sense of liberation she struggled to articulate.
“Ahhhng!~ Haaan!~ Ahnnn!~”
With each thrust, Lysandra’s moans filled the cavern, sultry and heavy in the silence of their carnal song.
The sheer exhilaration of their airborne coupling had an almost surreal quality, as if she was soaring high into the expanse of her own delirium.
No longer was her mind thinking about bearing a child for Lori, but she wanted to find out how much farther she could fly to the peak. Just how far could she soar?
The intensity climbed, their bodies rocking in sync; her back arched like a tightly strung bow.
“Haannng!~ Ahhhnnng!~”
Her body, responsive and intense, convulsed with each inducing stroke, her breaths shallow and rapid.
Baring his teeth in an ecstasy-fueled grin, Asher’s pace quickened and shortened as he let go of her wings and flew closer to hug her glistening naked body. He showered some love on her slender neck with his hungry mouth, sending wet heat through her already sensitive body.
She could feel her body tightening, coiling with a building tension ready to let loose while his muscular arm wrapped around her sweaty breasts, squeezing them hard to her chest, yet the pain was the last thing she felt.
And then it hit, an overwhelming wave of bliss crashed over them, “A-AHNNNN!~~”
Her breath hitched, her body convulsed, and she moved her hands backward to clasp his buttocks instinctively, the symbiotic rhythm of their bodies culminating in a euphoric climax.
She couldn’t even form a thought to warn him of her climax, and all she felt was this burning urge to release this tension from her body and feel this soul-melting freedom.
“NNNGH!” Asher’s own groan of satisfaction echoed as he tightly wrapped his arms under her bare breasts and released his seed inside of her yet again.
Lysandra’s eyes momentarily glazed over in a daze as she felt her inner sensitive walls getting splashed upon by his thick, hot seed. It just kept on pouring like before until she felt like her womb might explode.
Lori who had now slithered silently to wrap herself around a dark stalactite to camouflage herself while getting a closer look at these two creatures in heat, found herself blinking in disbelief.
Her gaze was fixed on Asher and Lysandra as they were suspended in mid-air, enveloped in a swirl of glowing particles — a sight both bizarre and mesmerizing.
How could these two keep going on like this, especially that alien brat? Just what kind of monster was his little Hydra?
A soft, incredulous hiss escaped her, “Sssseriously? This brat must have the highest potential to become the best breeding vessel in the world…” she whispered to herself, a flicker of incredulity dancing in her eyes as she, for the umpteenth time, saw Asher releasing a jar worth of seed into that draconian queen.
No wonder his balls were freakishly huge. His women must be so lucky to have such a virile brat as their man.
Why couldn’t there be any strong and manly males of her race? Weren’t the devils being a bit too unfair on her?
The sight was both ludicrous and fascinating, and despite her initial irritation, she now found herself almost rooting for them in their bizarre aerial mating dance.
Since he came so much inside her, that draconian should definitely get pregnant making her tail twitch with a mix of excitement yet with a touch of envy.
As they hovered in the void, their labored breaths and the sound of their thundering hearts bore the proof of their shattering climax.
Asher’s chest rose and fell rhythmically against Lysandra’s back. He tracked his fingers through her wet silver-lavender locks, pushing them away from her bare shoulders, revealing sweaty, gleaming skin.
With tender, intentional movements, he leaned into her form, his lips pressing into her soft shoulder sensually.
The trail of his kisses rolled like waves cresting along a shore, igniting shivers that curled back upon themselves within Lysandra’s flesh.
When he reached the tender patch of skin below her ear, he gave her plush breast a firm yet soft squeeze, sending a spike of sensation through her body.
“How are you feeling now?” His voice was a low whisper, nuzzling into her sensitive ear, his words riding on slow, drawn-
out breaths.
His fingers drifted exploringly towards her chest, cupping her breast and gently squeezing her erect nipple. The unexpected contact forced a soft gasp from her, legs instinctively clenching in response.
“You can tell me what you truly feel. You have been hiding your true feelings for too long. It’s time you let them free at this moment,” he urged, pressing his lips to her earlobe in a teasing kiss that sent warm tremors down her spine.
Lysandra’s eyelashes fluttered amidst her heavy breaths, her clouded gaze focusing partially on reality,
“I… I feel free,” Lysandra confessed, each word almost sigh-like, punctuated by the rapid rise and fall of her breasts.
Within the depth of her words, laid a sea of emotions, most prominent was a sense of liberation she had yearned for a lifetime.
A soft chuckle resonated from Asher’s lips as they planted a passionate kiss on the nape of her neck, “One day,…I’ll help you feel that for the rest of your life and not just this moment,” he vowed, his words ringing with sincerity that tugged at her heartstrings.
Lysandra’s eyes rippled with the weight of the heavy emotions in her heart but at the same time his words made her heart skip a beat.
But then as if her reality came back to haunt her, her eyes regained the usual fiery light and wordlessly, she disentangled the arms encircling her waist, her hands heavier than it should be and with her back still turned towards him.
“I…I need to rest now. We have done enough,” she mustered a declaration without meeting his gaze, descending onto the ground albeit stiffly.
But she couldn’t shake off the sensation of the thick liquid heat he had left inside her womb, making her wonder what kind of future awaited her.
Asher’s lips curled into a tender smile, following her down in a quiet reassurance. But as he landed on the ground and stared at her back while she dressed herself, he felt a sense of heaviness in his heart that wasn’t present there earlier.
He looked down at his Immortal Rod and realized that his cock wasn’t just enhanced but made him feel the emotions a woman would feel whenever he slept with them.
He remembered feeling so fulfilled and happy whenever he slept with Rowena, Isola, Naida, and Merina…more than before he comprehended the Tome of the Forbidden Nightmare Sword.
And whenever he did it with Rebecca, he only felt anger and resentment, making him lash out on her even more.
But when he did it with Lysandra, he sensed the turmoil within her, a burden heavier than iron chains or towering fortress walls, and yet he also sensed a fierce determination that allowed her to stand tall, preventing her from crumbling. However, amongst all that, he also felt a feeling of warmth stemming from within her which he never expected to feel.
He didn’t know why but feeling all this stirred the urge to protect her by standing by her side no matter what the future entails for them.
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