The True Ascension-Chapter 37: Between Guilt and Pleasure (R18)

Inside the cozy and dark room, lit only by the pale glow of the moons visible through the window, the air pulsed with a chilling, orgasmic eroticism. The atmosphere seemed to vibrate in invisible waves, as if the very world around them sighed in silence.

"Kuuh~ aannhh~ this feels so good..." murmured Aziz, still pressing Astrid’s face against his groin, making her take his entire length into her mouth, all the way down her throat.

Even as a woman inexperienced in this kind of thing, Astrid didn’t complain. She took everything in with devotion and sweetness, as if their bodies had been molded for each other, as if that act was the most natural and inevitable expression of who she was. They were... compatible. Without a doubt.

"Gulp~ slurp~ gulp~ mmmh~"

Astrid swallowed everything without letting a single drop escape from the corners of her mouth. She treated Aziz’s climax as something precious, something necessary. She sucked and drank with affection and dedication, causing the young man’s pleasure to only intensify, grow, envelop him completely.

Looking down and seeing her surrender like that, taking everything with absolute devotion, Aziz felt a strange and sinful pleasure bloom inside him. A powerful, dangerous pleasure — the pleasure of knowing that only he was capable of making a woman like her surrender to that state, without resistance, without hesitation.

But as the ecstasy of his ejaculation began to fade, he realized what he was doing. He was forcing her head down, guiding her movements without asking, without permission. A twinge of guilt began to sprout in his chest, throbbing like a hidden wound.

’What am I doing...?’

’How can I think only of myself like this...? How can I use the person I value most for my own pleasure?’

With a tight heart, Aziz tried to remove his hands from her head, as if silently asking for forgiveness. He was about to apologize, to stop — but before he could even move his fingers away, Astrid, who had been sucking and drinking with her eyes closed and a silent love, gently took his hands and placed them back on her head.

And more than that — she pressed herself even deeper against him, burying her face into the boy’s groin as if to say, without words: *"Don’t run. Stay. This is our moment."*

Her eyes opened then. Those sky-blue irises, so deep and serene, stared at Aziz with a hypnotic glow. It was as if they calmed and seduced him at the same time. The guilt that once burned in his chest began to melt away before that gaze, like snow under the sun.

"Slurp~ Slurp~ Slurp~"

She kept sucking him, her eyes locked onto his, full of tenderness and desire. Aziz was lost in that gaze, that touch, that sound. A mist of pleasure and admiration completely covered him — there was no more logic, no more resistance.

"Mmmh~ haaah..." he moaned between heavy sighs, gently caressing her soft white hair. His fingers trembled slightly.

Astrid continued with her back-and-forth movements, her tongue now slipping out to run along the entire length of his "dragon" — from base to tip, coated in warm, reverent saliva.

"Suck~ haaah..."

And then, finally, she finished. She pulled away gently, and his now completely clean member even seemed to shine with her saliva under the room’s dim light.

"Haaah... haaah..."

Aziz panted with satisfaction. His body still vibrated with remnants of intense pleasure. Astrid then approached him, raising the upper half of her body until they were pressed together, skin to skin, warmth against warmth.

"So, my love... did I do well?"

Aziz looked at her, surprised by the question. Even after everything that had just happened, she still sought his approval. She still wanted to know if she had been good enough for him.

His heart simply melted.

"Yes... you were perfect. I’ve never felt anything like that before."

Astrid smiled, that enchanting smile only she had. "And yet you were still worried... I’m way too strong for you to worry about hurting me with things like that, darling." She laughed, remembering the guilty expression he had made earlier, tenderness in her eyes.

"It’s just that... I didn’t want to hurt you at all..." — Aziz confessed, still a bit ashamed of how he had acted in the heat of the moment. It was his first time. And it had been way too intense.

Seeing that he still carried a trace of guilt in his eyes, Astrid sat in his lap and hugged him tightly, resting her head on his chest. She stayed there, just listening to the rhythmic sound of his heart beating fast.

"Like I said... there’s no need to worry, dear. Something like that would never hurt me. And even if it did, I would never be mad at you." Her voice came out soft, sweet, almost childlike, like liquid affection poured directly into his soul.

Aziz wrapped his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her body, the scent of her hair. He wanted to stay there forever.

"And remember..." — she whispered with a possessive, almost innocent smile — "I’m yours. And you’re mine. Only mine."

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Aziz merely sighed, feeling her warmth still pressed against his body. His fingers slowly reached up to her silky white hair, sinking into the strands as if searching for something he himself couldn’t name. His eyes, once clouded with guilt, now lowered, focused solely on her presence — that woman who enveloped him so completely, almost frighteningly.

The touch was light but full of meaning. A silent gesture of gratitude, affection, and confusion. He didn’t exactly know what he felt, but at that moment, just being there, breathing beside her, seemed to be enough.

The room remained silent for a few minutes. Neither of them said a word — they just listened to each other. The slow breathing, the involuntary synchronicity of their heartbeats, the shared warmth. There was something sacred in that silence. Something no words could ever describe.

But then, Astrid broke the spell with her soft and provocative voice, like a warm breeze crossing a field in flames.

"Hmm... do you want to continue, my love? Your little brother is still up, pulsing..."

The sentence, spoken with sweetness and a hint of mischief, was followed by a clear gesture: her hand slid down to the center of Aziz’s body, touching his still-erect member with soft fingers — which, despite the previous orgasm, remained vigorous, as if nothing had happened. As if defying time itself.

Aziz, surprised, tilted his head down and looked. Indeed, his "little brother" wasn’t just up — it looked even more swollen than before. The hot skin, bulging veins, absurd firmness... It was as if that part of his body had a life of its own, completely ignoring the common logic of recovery and rest.

’But what...?’ he thought, confused.

’This doesn’t make sense...’

Even in a magical world, where reality often bent the rules, this still seemed excessive. He had just experienced a deep, intense climax. In his previous world, anyone would need at least a few minutes — if not hours — to recover. But there he was... erect. Strong. Ready. As if nothing had been drained from him.

’I’m not some kind of incubus... right?’

The thought passed quickly through his mind, mixing doubt with a hint of uncomfortable fascination. It was true, he had possessed an above-average constitution since childhood. And after five years of intense training with Astrid and Isis, his body had become nearly superhuman. But this... this was too much.

"I... I don’t have control over this..." he murmured, almost embarrassed, feeling his face heat up.

The shame didn’t come from the desire itself — but from the feeling of not being in control. It was his body... and yet, the lower half seemed to act on its own, ignoring any rational command.

Astrid chuckled softly, her provocative smile glowing in the dim light like a mischievous spark.

"Hehe... then let me help with that again—"

But before she could finish the sentence, a third presence made itself known — forcefully.

"No, no, no, my lady!" — said a firm and slightly irritated voice.

Aziz and Astrid turned at the same time.

Isis was awake.

The young woman, who until then seemed to be sleeping peacefully in the bed beside them, now stared at them with half-open eyes and an expression of pure discontent. Her body was still lying down, but her aura... oh, her aura was standing — intense and vibrant as always.

"You’ve had your turn, now it’s mine." — Isis’s voice rang like a decree, mixing jealousy with authority. It was the tone of someone who didn’t just want to join, but who felt entitled to it.

Aziz widened his eyes slightly, surprised. He hadn’t expected her to be awake... let alone watching.

Astrid, on the other hand, merely raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on her lips.

"Oh? I thought you were asleep, dear."

"Asleep? With you two making that racket beside me?" — Isis crossed her arms, sulking like a child who had their candy stolen. "Not even if I wanted to."

Aziz felt both embarrassed and curious. He looked at Isis and noticed something else in her gaze: desire. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was hunger.

She wanted it too. She wanted him.

And more than that — she wanted what Astrid had just had.

"Aziz is as much mine as he is yours, my lady. You know that," said Isis, now sitting up slowly, revealing her silhouette under the soft light of the moons. Her body, still partially covered by the sheet, exuded a raw, elegant, and dangerous sensuality.

Astrid merely smiled, adjusting herself atop Aziz’s lap as if she were on a throne, maintaining the posture of a queen in her conquest.

"Of course... but don’t you think he needs to rest first?"

"Look at him." — Isis pointed. "Does that look like someone who needs rest?"

Aziz didn’t know what to say. His still-erect member seemed to have become the center of the debate — and he himself was merely the object of desire of the two most dangerous women he had ever met.

Astrid looked down, giggled softly, and lightly rolled her hips, pressing herself against him.

"He looks like he can handle a few more rounds."

Isis now stood up completely, letting the sheet slide to the foot of the bed. Wearing a black, light, and provocative nightgown, her body was partially revealed through the fabric’s subtle transparency. Even covered, she exuded a wild and intoxicating elegance — a presence so intense it made Aziz swallow hard without realizing it.

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She walked to the edge of the bed, her feet almost gliding, her posture that of a loyal servant... and at the same time, a hungry predator.

"If we’re going to share... let it be fair." — said Isis, already kneeling at the foot of the bed, her eyes locked on his body.

Astrid cast a glance at Aziz, as if silently asking if he was ready for more.

He, lost between shame, desire, and the absurd arousal rising again like an uncontrollable tide, simply nodded slightly.

"Then come, my dear Isis," said Astrid with a mischievous smile. "But remember... he’s still under my care."

Isis smiled back, her eyes gleaming.

"Sharing, I accept. But giving up... never."

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