Chapter 132 - Heat (Semi - R18)

"Are you really... sure?" Cale asked, pulling back slightly, concern coloring his voice. "I don’t want you coming back to kill me later on."

It was a valid fear. Who knew what this woman might do later? What if she started accusing him of taking advantage? His somehow barely maintained character would be completely doomed!

"Do! It! I’m... I’ve been telling you! Why don’t you... understand—" Niva started, her words tumbling out in desperate frustration.

But Cale silenced her the only way that seemed effective. Well, he kissed her.

Her eyes widened in surprise at the sudden contact, but the shock quickly melted. When he pulled back with a smirk, she was breathing heavily, her entire body trembling.

"Well? Still want to go at it?" he asked teasingly. "I’m telling you, you likely won’t be able to rest..."

"Just stop this energy, damn it! Do it!" she shouted, pulling him back into a ragged kiss that was far more aggressive than his own.

Her tongue entered his mouth desperately, teeth scraping his lips as she kissed him with an almost feral hunger. Her nails dug into his back, but his skin — tempered by cultivation and demonic enhancement was far too resilient to break easily under such pressure.

Cale quickly laid her down on her back, his hands moving to remove her armor piece by piece. Between each removal, he paused to kiss her lips, deliberate kisses that made her moan against him.

First came the shoulder guards, cast aside carelessly.

Then the small knife-pocket belt, unfastened and dropped to the stone floor.

Then the sleeveless leather top, revealing the pale skin beneath, marked already with faint bruises from their passionate contact.

"Hurry up!"

"Right, right~" he smiled, amused by how childlike she seemed despite being twenty years old. "Calm down, princess."

But the next moment, Niva’s hands shot out and grabbed him, her fingers finding the front of his robes and beginning to rub his crotch sensually over the thin fabric.

Cale’s eyes widened.

’What is this inexperienced girl doing!’ he thought with a mixture of surprise and arousal. ’We haven’t even properly crossed the first base and she’s already rushing the process! Such blasphemy!’

Even through the layer of cloth, the warmth of her slender fingers and soft palm felt inexplicably soothing, sending rapturous sensations through his entire body. His physical response was immediate, his "little friend" began to harden inside his pants, the fabric growing increasingly tight as blood rushed to answer her touch.

He had to suppress a shudder of ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm him, barely maintaining control as carnal pleasure radiated through every nerve.

"Aren’t you going too fast... hmm~" he whispered close to her ear, his voice deliberately soothing and sensual.

She moaned slightly at his words, her hands stilling.

’Phew.’

He shifted his approach, beginning with her neck — kissing along the delicate curve where neck met shoulder, trailing his lips across her skin. Then to her clavicle, leaving behind a constellation of hickeys that would be visible for days.

"Mmph~"

He moved higher, kissing her eyes gently while his hands caressed her cheeks with tenderness. Then, slowly, deliberately, he placed one of his fingers at her lips. She opened her mouth instinctively, and he slid it inside.

Her tongue immediately began to work, licking and sucking his finger with an enthusiasm that was both innocent and deeply erotic.

"You sure like to suck onto fingers, heh," he laughed. "Alright... you should’ve gotten used to it by now, right?"

The cool stone floor of the cave bit into Niva’s bare back as Cale pressed his full weight on top of her, positioning himself between her thighs. His mouth crashed onto hers in a savage, hungry kiss with tongues sliding deep and hot, wet and desperate against each other.

She moaned into his mouth, her hands fisting his collar and pulling him impossibly tighter. His hips rolled gently against hers, keeping them pressed together, the friction sending waves of pleasure through both their bodies.

"Mmph~ Hmmm~" she whimpered,

He kissed her harder, biting her lower lip and sucking it into his mouth as she arched beneath him, her back lifting off the cold stone. His fingers dug into her thighs, slowly caressing them.

Their tongues danced wildly, messy and intense, with spit slicking their lips as they kissed with increasing desperation.

"Mmph~"

Niva whimpered as his hands cupped her ass from both sides, squeezing softly while his mouth moved to her neck. His teeth scraped against her pulse point, drawing another gasp of pleasure from her.

"Ahnn~"

She rocked against him, her entire body throbbing as every slow grind of his hips pushed her closer to the edge.

Her bra was soaked with sweat, clinging to Niva’s chest like a second skin. The thin white fabric had turned semi-transparent, outlining the perfect swell of her small, perky breasts. Those two tiny cherry-pink nipples were already stiff and puffy beneath the material.

Cale’s hands slid up Niva’s waist, fingers tracing every delicate curve before cupping her breasts. They were small, flat, and so fucking soft they completely filled his palms.

He squeezed gently, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, and gave one a light pinch.

"Nghn~" Niva’s sweet little moan slipped out, her cheeks flushing pink.

He kissed her hard, tongue sliding against hers, while his other hand slipped down to hook the front of her bra.

He yanked it down with one smooth motion. The thin straps snapped back against her shoulders. The bra peeled away slowly, fabric stretching and clinging until it finally slid free. Her puffy pink nipples popped out instantly, rosy and swollen, standing stiff in the cool air. Her small breasts followed, bouncing lightly, nipples glistening with sweat.

"Heh... aren’t you cute~" Cale teased, eyes locked on her bare tits.

"S-shut up...!" Niva squeaked, hiding her face in her hands, but her nipples only tightened harder at the praise.

Cale didn’t let her hide. He leaned in, burying his face straight between her breasts. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, tongue swirling over the puffy tip while his teeth grazed it just enough to make her gasp. The other breast was pinched between his fingers, rolled and tugged until she was whimpering.

"Soft and sweet as they say, huh~"

Niva’s thighs pressed together, trying to hide the growing wet heat between her legs. She could feel the massive, throbbing bulge in his pants grinding against her pussy through the thin fabric of his robe. It was already rock-hard, leaking pre-cum, and she could see the thick outline even through the fabric.

"More..." she whispered, voice trembling.

Cale’s hands moved to the ties of his robe. He pulled it open slowly, letting it slip off his broad shoulders and pool at his feet.

His chest was bare, muscles flexing, and his cock was now fully out — thick, veiny, and dripping. He grabbed Niva’s face with one hand and kissed her again, deeper this time, while his free hand shoved into her shorts.

"Lets get more intense~"