The corridor beyond the hall was quieter, lit only by oil lamps that flickered against the wooden beams. The muffled laughter from below faded with every step, replaced by the steady beat of his own heart.
Ahead, Juvia's figure swayed lightly as she climbed, the hem of her dress brushing against her legs. She glanced over her shoulder once, as if sensing something, but found nothing there and continued toward her chamber.
Aexl's lips curled. She knows I'm coming… or maybe she doesn't.
He moved softer now, each step deliberate. Not a hunter chasing, but a man closing the gap between himself and the thought he'd been holding back all night.
At the top of the stairs, Juvia paused. Her hand rested on the doorframe of her room, her shoulders rising and falling as if she were catching her breath. Then, slowly, she turned — eyes half-lidded, cheeks warmed by drink, yet sharp enough to notice him in the shadows.
"General…" Her voice was quiet, uncertain. "Why are you here?"
For a moment, the hall between them seemed to shrink. The faint din of celebration below was a world away.
Aexl stepped forward, his hand brushing the wall as if to steady himself, though his gaze never left hers.
"To check on you," he said simply, though the hunger in his tone betrayed the truth.
Juvia's lips parted slightly, caught between protest and something else. The lantern light painted her in soft gold, the air thick with the unspoken.
And just as Aexl reached her, the roar of celebration like a beast echoed faintly from outside the village — a reminder of the power, the army, and the conquest that waited beyond this moment.
The door creaked under Juvia's hand.
As the door closed, no person or anything can be seen on the hall
the silence in Juvia's room was absolute, save for the rapid beat of two hearts. The air, already warm, thickened with an unspoken anticipation that had simmered between them for weeks.
Aexl's hand found the small of her back, a possessive gesture that drew her in until their bodies were flush. Her scent—a heady mix of wine and something uniquely Juvia—intoxicated him. He lowered his head, tracing the line of her jaw with his lips, feeling the shiver that ran through her.
"What are you doing?," she whispered, her voice a raw murmur against his ear.
"Going to devour you?" he countered, his words a low growl that vibrated through her. Just a word her body already surrendered as his hand moved from her back, slipping under the delicate fabric of her dress, finding the soft skin of her thigh.
Juvia's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as his lips found the hollow of her throat. A soft moan escaped her as his touch became bolder, more demanding. She arched into him, a silent invitation, a fierce hunger mirroring his own.
He lifted her effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The room spun for a moment, then she was pressed against the wall, the cool wood a stark contrast to the heat blossoming between them. Her underwear, already a whisper of silk and lace, became an impediment. With a single, swift movement, Aexl tore the fabric, the sound a sharp rip in the quiet room.
Her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, met his. There was no fear, only a molten desire that stoked the flames within him. "Mine," he breathed, his voice hoarse, before claiming her lips in a kiss that was both tender and ravenous. It was a promise, a declaration, and the fiery beginning of a night that would burn away all restraint.
The sharp click of Aexl's buckle was the only sound in the room, a metallic punctuation mark that shattered the silence. His trousers fell with a soft hiss, pooling around his ankles. He saw her eyes dilate, her lips part on a silent gasp. The air, thick with the scent of wine and her perfume, crackled between them.. Her breath hitched, a sharp, ragged sound. He didn't stop until his body was flush against hers, his heat a stark contrast to the cool stone wall at her back.
Each kiss was a collision. A wet, desperate clash of lips and tongues, punctuated by her soft, breathy gasps. His hands were a storm on her body, finding the laces of her dress. The fabric gave way with a series of sharp zips, a testament to his impatience.
"Ahhh…" Her sigh was a trembling, musical note as the cool air hit her skin.
He silenced her with a finger to her lips, his own mouth moving to her ear. The scrape of his stubble against her soft skin sent a shiver through her. "Shhh," he whispered, his voice a gravelly rumble. "No words. Just sound."
The last of her clothes fell to the floor with a soft thump. In the flickering candlelight, her body was a masterpiece of curves and shadows. "Juvia," he breathed, the name of a prayer on his lips. "Stunning."
Her response was a desperate plea, her voice cracking. "Please, Aexl… I need you. Give it to me." Her hips ground against his, a frantic rhythm against the unyielding wall.
He lowered his head, his mouth closing over her nipple with a wet, suckling sound that made her cry out. He drank from her, his tongue leaving the sensitive peak until it was a hard, throbbing nub. A low, guttural moan was torn from her throat. "You're… so… damn… good," she panted, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
His free hand moved to her other breast, his calloused thumb rubbing over the nipple, a rough, scratching sound against her skin that sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through her. He began to bite, gentle nips that made her gasp and arch against him.
"Please… oh gods… more," she begged, the words tumbling out between ragged breaths. The sound of her pleasure was an aphrodisiac, a command.
"Then I'll have to be rougher," he growled, his voice thick with lust. The suckling sound grew louder, more aggressive.
"Ahh… ummhhh… I'm going… insane" she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Stop teasing… just… hurry."
He knew what she wanted. The insistent throb of his own erection was a painful, demanding presence. With a deep grunt, he hooked his arms under her legs, lifting her from the ground. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels drumming against his back. He carried her towards the bed, each heavy footstep a drumbeat marking the final moments before their bodies would finally, truly, speak.
Her back hit the mattress with a soft thud. Aexl loomed over her, his shadow eclipsing the candlelight, granting him a perfect, unobstructed view of her body. Juvia turned her head to the side, a gesture of shy vulnerability that was immediately contradicted by the taut, toned muscles of her form.
With a shrug, he tore off his upper garment, revealing the hard-planed physique of a career soldier. Scars, old and new, mapped his torso, a testament to a life of violence. And at the center of it all, his manhood stood at rigid attention, a thick, swelling mass of flesh. Veins bulged along its length like ornate carvings, a testament to the raw, unbridled lust coursing through him. Juvia's eyes widened, her gaze drawn to its impossible size.
He pushed her legs apart, creating an open invitation. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in another deep, soul-stealing kiss. She met him with equal fervor, her tongue dancing with his, her arms wrapping around his neck in a warm embrace. As the heat between them reached a fever pitch, he slid down her body, his lips tracing a fiery path across her stomach. He kissed her navel, and she twitched, a small, sharp gasp escaping her lips.
He moved lower still, his eyes taking in the sight of her womanhood. It was a perfect, pristine mound, with only a whisper of hair. Her clitoris, a small, swollen node, was already slick with her arousal. He lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to taste her.
"Ahhh… no… don't… stop…" The words were a broken, breathless prayer, a litany of pleasure and pain. She couldn't comprehend the sensations coursing through her, a maelstrom of pleasure that bordered on pain.
He slid a single finger inside her, testing the waters. She was tight, hot, and soaking wet. He continued to lave her clit, sucking and teasing the sensitive nub like a piece of hard candy. Her hands, which had been clutching at the sheets, now moved to the back of his head, pressing him closer, urging him on.
"Time to taste you more," he growled against her skin. He pushed a second finger inside her, his digits scissoring and playing within her depths while his mouth continued its relentless assault on her clit. She bit her lip, a muffled scream escaping her as she tried to contain the overwhelming ecstasy.
He lifted his head, a wicked grin on his face. "You're so damn wet," he rasped.
"Please," she begged, her voice thick with unshed tears of pleasure. "Don't tease me anymore. Give it to me."
His only answer was to dive down again, this time his tongue plunging into her, swirling and probing with a rigorous intensity. Her back arched wildly off the bed, a guttural scream finally tearing from her throat. He felt the first tell-tale convulsions, a subtle splatter of her juices against his tongue. She's coming, he thought, a thrill of victory shooting through him.
Her thighs clamped down on his head, a desperate, powerful vise, as if trying to pull him deeper inside her. He felt everything—the spasming of her inner walls, the hot gush of her release. He drank it all down, the taste of her a sweet, intoxicating nectar, a flavor born of a diet of fresh fruits and clean living. It reminded him of an old Earth legend, of an emperor who fed his concubines nothing but peaches to sweeten their taste. Aexl swallowed greedily, a conqueror savoring the spoils of his victory.
Juvia lay wasted beneath him, a beautiful ruin in the tangled sheets. Aexl lifted his head, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "One Zero ….No time to rest."
The tip of his penis, slick with his pre-cum, teased the entrance to her pussy. The soft, wet sounds betrayed her body's readiness, even as her words pleaded for a respite. "Please, Axl… wait… I just cu—"
Her words were swallowed by a gasp as he pushed forward, a slow, deliberate invasion. "—m…" she cried out, the word a sob of pleasure and pain. Instead of pushing him away, her hands clawed at his back, her nails scraping lines of fire across his skin. "It's too big… I'm going to break…"
He ignored her, his hips sliding forward, positioning her for a better angle. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, slapping rhythm. "Too… ahhh… deep," she panted, her eyes rolling back in her head. "It's hitting my… womb…"
Thmp. Thmp. Thmp.
He began to pound into her, a deliberate, teasing rhythm. A slow, deep thrust that let her savor the feeling of his penis stretching her from the inside out, followed by a series of quick, shallow strokes that made her cry out in a frenzy. She was a storm of contradictions, her body arching to meet his thrusts even as she begged him to stop. "General… more… you're breaking me… ahh… umhh… ahh…"
Her pleas were a deafening roar in his ears, a siren song that only made him push harder, stronger. The bed, bolted to the floor, began to shake under the force of their lovemaking. He gripped her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, his thumb finding the tight pucker of her ass.
He pushed a finger inside her, and she screamed, a high, keening sound that was equal parts shock and ecstasy. "No, that's…" But the words died on her lips as a new wave of pleasure, sharp and electric, shot through her. Every inch of her was being claimed, possessed, and all she could do was beg for more.
The pace grew wilder, more frantic. He removed his finger, and with a grunt, he lifted her, his penis still buried deep inside her. He cradled her in his arms like a child, her legs wrapped around his waist. The new angle allowed for an even deeper penetration, and she moaned, a long, low sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"Move," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
Her hips began to move, a frantic, grinding rhythm against his. She rode him like a wild thing, her body a sinuous wave of pleasure, desperately trying to scratch an itch that only he could reach. He could feel the pressure building, a molten core of heat in his loins. He was close, so close.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a ragged whisper. "I'm going to cum."
"Wait," she replied, her voice a breathless gasp.
With a sinuous movement, Juvia took Aexl's penis from her pussy and stood. She kissed his nipples, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt on his skin. A low groan rumbled in his chest as she rotated him, her hands on his shoulders, and pushed. He stumbled back, falling onto the mattress with a soft whump.
She moved with a seductive grace, her hands going to her hair, pulling the tie free. A cascade of purple silk flowed down her back, framing her body. "It's my turn to satisfy you," she whispered, her voice a husky promise.
In that moment, the madam was gone. The sophisticated, calculating woman he had met earlier had been replaced by a girl lost in the throes of passion. She was beautiful, her face flushed with desire, her eyes shining with a raw, honest hunger. She took his penis in her hand, the heat of her grip sending a jolt of pleasure through him.
She positioned herself above him, her pussy hovering just over the tip of his cock. She teased him, brushing her wet folds against him, before slowly, deliberately, lowering herself. He watched, mesmerized, as she swallowed him, her body stretching to accommodate his size. A soft, wet, squelching sound filled the room as she took him deeper.
"Aghh… it's so big," she gasped, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure.
He knew she needed to be dominated. He reached up, his hands gripping her hips, and pushed her down, forcing her to take all of him.
"Ahhhhhh!" A wild, unrestrained moan tore from her throat.
He slapped her ass, the sound a sharp crack in the quiet room. "Move," he commanded.
"Yes, Gene—"
"Call me Master," he growled.
"Yes, Master," she breathed, her hips beginning to move, a frantic, grinding rhythm that made the bed frame creak in protest. She rode him like a seasoned cowgirl, her body a sinuous wave of pleasure. "Master, I'm coming," she cried out, her voice a high, keening sound.
"Then let's come together," he grunted, sitting up lifting his hips to meet her thrusts. His hands moved, one hand massaging her ass cheek, the other slipping between her butt cheeks, As his fingers found the tight pucker of her ass.
She screamed as he pushed a finger inside her, the new sensation sending her over the edge. Her body convulsed, a series of violent shudders that wracked her from head to toe. "Swallow it all," he commanded, his own release building to a fever pitch.
"Yes, give it to me," she sobbed, her voice thick with unshed tears of pleasure. As if hot hot lava errupted inside her feeling every nook and crevise if her womanhood "Ahhhhh… your.. feeling me .. up ohhhh… ahhhhhhhh…" Her body went limp, and she collapsed onto his chest, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.
The sounds of the celebration below, the distant cheers and music, were a faint, muffled backdrop to the heavy breathing and slick sounds of their bodies.
"You don't deserve to rest," Aexl muttered, his own erection still hard and demanding. He rolled her onto her side, her back pressed against his chest, and entered her from behind, starting their second round.
By the time they were finished, Juvia had fainted, her body overwhelmed by the sheer, unrelenting pleasure. "Round four," Aexl muttered, a wry smile on his face. "But I think you're tired."
He gently wiped the cum from her thighs and belly with a corner of the sheet. He kissed her forehead, a surprisingly tender gesture. "It was a good conquest," he whispered.
He picked his clothes up from the floor, and then hers, folding them neatly on the table beside the bed. He covered her with a blanket, his eyes lingering on her sleeping form for a moment before he turned to leave. As he was about to go out, he saw the torn underwear on the floor. He picked it up, a fine souvenir.
He tapped his Ephone, opening his inventory and dropping the ripped fabric inside. "Spoils of war," he smirked. Then he noticed a new message icon pulsing on the screen. "Another unit?" he muttered, a hopeful glint in his eye as he headed to his own room.