Jon was in the clouds. Every second Elara devoted herself to him made his mind drown in waves of pleasure. The warmth, the rhythm, the passion in her eyes—everything was too much to bear. He gently held her head, his trembling voice escaping in a murmur.
"Elara... I can't hold on..."
But she didn't pull back. On the contrary, she held onto him even tighter.
"Ahhhhnn... Elaraaa!" Jon's loud moan echoed through the room as he finally surrendered, an indescribable sensation coursing through him like thunder.
Panting, still trying to catch his breath, Jon watched her run toward the bathroom. The blush on her cheeks and the rush in her steps only made the scene more surreal. He collapsed backward onto the bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. 'That was... incredible. A pleasure I never imagined could exist.'
Moments later, Elara returned. To Jon's surprise, she was now wearing the daring lingerie from earlier. Her golden hair fell over her bare shoulders, and that mischievous smile only amplified her allure.
As if injected with adrenaline, Jon rose instantly. "Elara..."
She barely had time to react before he pulled her back to the bed. Jon laid her down firmly, his eyes blazing with desire. "Now it's my turn."
"J-Jon..." Elara gasped, her body trembling with expectation.
With tenderness and passion, he spread her legs and leaned in, diving into her sweet, moist flower.
"Ahhhhnn! Jon!" Elara cried out, her back arching.
Jon relished every reaction, every shiver he provoked. "Elara... does it feel good?..." he murmured between each caress.
"Haaahhh... nnnhhh... Jooon..." Her moans filled the room, mingling with whispers heavy with desire.
He moved with devotion, every touch a promise to return the pleasure she had given him. Elara's body quivered, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, unable to hold back the sounds escaping her lips.
"Mmmhhh... ahhh... Jon... more..."
He smiled against her skin, intensifying the rhythm. The heat between them was palpable, a flame consuming everything around them.
In that moment, there was no Academy, no worries. Only Jon and Elara, surrendering completely to passion.
Elara could no longer restrain the moans pouring from her lips.
"Ahhhhnn… J-Jon… nnnhhh!"
Her body trembled, each of Jon's movements pulling louder gasps from her until, with a muffled and desperate cry, she reached her climax. Heat coursed through her entire body, and for several seconds she arched against him, lost in the overwhelming wave of ecstasy.
Breathless, Jon pulled back, his face glistening with her sweetness. "I... need to clean up..." he murmured, trying to rise.
But Elara, still panting, grabbed his arm and pulled him back onto the bed. Her blue eyes, shining with desire and determination, bound him tighter than any chain.
"Not so fast..." she whispered, boldly climbing on top of him.
Jon's world spun as Elara, in a dominant position, began to move—slow at first, teasing him with every descent.
"Ahhh… Jon… mmmhhh…"
"O-Ohhh Elara… ahhhhnn!"
Their moans echoed through the room, blending with heavy breaths and whispers dripping with passion. Elara giggled softly between the sounds of pleasure, satisfied to see Jon lose control beneath her.
He held her hips, matching her rhythm with intensity. "You… you're going to drive me crazy…"
Elara leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "That's exactly what I want…"
The pace grew faster, more intense, until Jon pulled her into a tight embrace and flipped her, placing her on all fours.
"J-Jon!" she cried out, surprised, but her voice quickly dissolved into a deep moan. "Ahhhhnnn… more… don't stop!"
"Elara… you're amazing…" he groaned, every word melting into the sound of their bodies colliding in raw surrender.
Time blurred, moments stretching and folding until at last both reached their limit. Their moans rose into muffled cries of bliss before the room sank into silence, broken only by their ragged, heavy breaths.
Elara collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, while Jon fell beside her, his body still trembling.
The look they exchanged said more than words ever could: in that moment, there was no doubt, only the burning warmth of passion that had consumed them both.
—
The Academy corridor was silent, lit only by the soft glow of magical crystals fixed to the walls. Jon walked slowly, still feeling the heat of the night etched into every part of his body.
For so long, he had believed himself emotionally resolved, scarred by the traumas of his sad life on Earth. He thought he had matured too early, forced to shield himself from pain and disappointment. He had always judged himself as an adult, cold and untouchable, incapable of losing himself in something as simple as a smile or a touch.
But now, recalling Elara, an involuntary smile spread across his lips—wide, sincere, impossible to hide.
'Why am I acting like this? It feels ridiculous... and yet, it feels so good.'
He reflected, thinking not only of her but of his new companions. Every gathering, every conversation, made him feel alive. But with Elara, it was different. Every glance, every flirt, every tease awakened something in him he thought long dead.
It was as if, for the first time, he truly understood what it meant to have a first love.
Jon lifted his face, feeling light, and walked down the corridor with a smile from ear to ear. For the first time in a long while, no shadows lingered in his thoughts. Only happiness. And it felt good... so very good.