Chapter 205: Akeno Himejima's Special Training (Part 3)
Overjoyed by her discovery, Akeno immediately began actively cultivating.
She remained nestled against Haruto's body, maintaining their negative-distance contact as they seriously practiced their cultivation.
A soft, shimmering aura began to emanate from their joined forms, the very air in the room growing thick with the scent of cherry blossoms and ozone, a testament to the potent energy flowing between them.
Looking at the enchanting girl so close to him, Haruto opened his mouth but ultimately let out a bitter laugh, quietly resigning himself to being a human mattress.
His body, however, was anything but resigned. Every nerve ending was on high alert, hyper-aware of the delicate weight and intoxicating warmth of the beautiful girl using him as her personal cultivation ground.
Akeno became completely immersed in her cultivation. This being her first experience of such rapid power growth, she even felt some regret over her previous reserve, having wasted so much time.
A soft, blissful sigh escaped her lips, her hips making an almost imperceptible, grinding motion against him as she drew in another surge of energy, a motion that was far from innocent.
While she was comfortable like this, poor Haruto lying beneath her suffered greatly.
The slippery, alluring body of the young girl pressed against him with zero distance, her smooth skin rubbing against his, her round soft breasts pressing against his chest - all of this tested his nerves.
He could feel every curve and contour of her body imprinted upon his own, a map of temptation that was driving him slowly, deliciously, mad. The heat of her was a brand, searing through his self-control.
The dragon deeply buried in the girl's flower valley gradually lost its composure as time passed.
The scorching dragon once again swelled to fill the tight floral passage, growing even larger than before. Without even moving, its massive head already kissed against the soft cervical entrance.
Akeno's breath hitched, a sharp, quiet intake of air that was pure music to Haruto's ears. Her internal muscles fluttered around him in a reflexive, greedy pulse, as if her body was trying to draw him even deeper on its own.
Feeling the unusual sensation in her body, Akeno instinctively let out a delicate pant. The continuously flowing magical power finally slowly came to a stop.
"Haruto-kun..."
The big-breasted beauty with black ponytail narrowed her enchanting eyes slightly, revealing a playful smile. "Do you want me that badly? You can't even wait this little while?"
Her voice was a low, sultry purr, vibrating directly against his chest. She rotated her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, making sure he felt every inch of her inner walls clinging to his hardened length.
Gently nibbling on the girl's glistening pearl-like earlobe, Haruto blew soft breaths while gradually thrusting his hips.
"Even though Akeno-senpai has been seducing me all along, I won't hold back this time."
A low, possessive growl rumbled in his chest as his hands slid down from her back to grip her plump, yielding buttocks, pulling her flush against him with each shallow, promising thrust.
"Ara ara, were you actually holding back just now? It felt to me like you were the one who couldn't withstand it."
Akeno smiled sweetly and began swaying her rounded hips, her treasured valley once again contracting and sucking, sending shivers of pleasure through Haruto's body that made him tremble violently.
The wet, slick sounds of their joining filled the silent spaces between their ragged breaths, a lewd symphony that spurred them both on. Her valley was no longer just tight; it was a hot, silken fist, milking him with expert precision.
Seeing this, she grew even more pleased, her beautiful eyes narrowing into slender crescents as she cupped her cheeks with both hands, contentedly licking her alluring crimson lips.
"Haa..."
Haruto let out a long breath and firmly grasped the girl's soft, slender waist. "Akeno-senpai, you brought this upon yourself."
The last thread of his restraint snapped. The feeling of her soft, pliant flesh beneath his hands, the sight of her triumphant, lust-glazed eyes—it was too much. He was done being passive.
No sooner had he spoken than he flipped over, pinning Akeno beneath him. His enormous dragon pressed against her core, gradually returning to its original form.
"Ah... Nn...!"
The girl, suddenly flipped onto the bed, instinctively cried out in surprise, but the ensuing numbness and swelling pain instantly transformed her voice into moans.
A sharp, pleasurable pain lanced through her as he filled her completely, stealing her breath and leaving her dizzy. Her back arched off the bed, her nails digging into his shoulders as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of being so utterly possessed.
Though the dragon remained motionless, an additional length suddenly emerged from where it had been fully buried in the girl's lower abdomen, and the core pressed by the dragon's head slightly indented under the pressure.
Hearing Akeno's delicate moans, Haruto's desire burned even fiercer.
He lifted her pink legs onto his shoulders, his hands firmly pressing against her soft, snow-white ample breasts, relentlessly kneading and squeezing.
His thumbs brushed over her taut, pebbled nipples, sending jolts of electric pleasure straight to her core. She cried out, her body convulsing around him, her honeyed passage flooding with fresh wetness at the dual assault.
Taking a deep breath, his dragon began thrusting vigorously, each plunge driving deep into the end of Akeno's passage.
After her breakthrough in strength, Akeno's physical endurance had grown remarkably stronger. After briefly adapting, she instead revealed an expression of pleasant surprise.
She seemed to feel no pain at all, wrapping her arms around Haruto's hips and pressing down forcefully.
"Haruto-kun... you're so amazing... How did it get so big... Besides your height... did that naughty thing undergo a second growth spurt too...?"
Her words were a breathy, broken stream of consciousness, each syllable punctuated by the solid, wet impact of his hips against her upturned rear. "It's so deep... you're touching... ah... you're touching my very soul, Haruto-kun..."
Haruto didn't respond, merely lowering his head to thrust fiercely, attempting to drive his dragon completely into the body of the black-ponytailed, large-breasted beauty once more.
After several dozen thrusts, Akeno's legs, raised high, began kicking uncontrollably. Her pale, enticing plump rounded hips vigorously rose to meet his, their movements growing intensely passionate.
"Your cock... feels so good?.. Mm... so comfortable?.. Mm... mmm... your big, thick cock feels amazing??.. Mm..."
Her flushed face glowed pink, her eyes hazy with pleasure as she continuously moaned delicately, already displaying an ecstatic, transcendent state.
Haruto looked down at Akeno's exquisitely charming face, seeing pink heart shapes flickering continuously in her slightly closed beautiful eyes.
The complete form of his dragon truly possessed formidable power, finally eliciting the expression he most wanted to see from the girl.
Satisfied, Haruto kissed Akeno's cherry-like mouth, passionately sucking on her intoxicatingly delightful little tongue, savoring the sweet nectar released by her exquisite little tongue.
Their kiss was a desperate, hungry clash of lips and tongues, a mimicry of the fierce union of their lower bodies. He drank down her soft whimpers and moans, claiming her mouth as thoroughly as he claimed the rest of her.
Simultaneously, his lower body rammed into her even more ferociously, as if wanting to completely pierce through the girl's soft, tender honeyed core, or as if intending to fully impale her body and soul with his mighty dragon.
Akeno had completely lost herself in the boundless pleasure, her arms tightly wrapped around Haruto's broad, solid, and powerful body as she actively offered up her sexy, fiery figure.
Her world had narrowed to this single point of exquisite friction, to the feeling of his hard body moving over hers, inside hers. Nothing else existed. There was only Haruto-kun, his strength, his heat, and the magnificent cock that was ruining her for any other man.
The physical and emotional transformation of the beautiful black-haired, large-breasted girl equally stimulated Haruto.
He released her moist little mouth and instead took Akeno's full, firm jade-like breast into his mouth, sucking and licking it.
He lavished attention on one peaked bud, sucking it deeply into his mouth, his tongue flicking and circling the sensitive nub until she was writhing and sobbing beneath him, her back bowing off the sheets.
One large hand tightly held Akeno's slender waist, while the other firmly grasped her other soft, supple, and bouncy large breast, vigorously kneading and squeezing it. The majestic, rigid dragon between his hips thrust even more recklessly.
"Ah... Haruto-kun... Ah... gently... Ah... be gentle... Ah... harder... no... Ah... yes, right there, don't stop!.."
Under Haruto's fierce assault, Akeno's charming moans became increasingly incoherent.
"Akeno-senpai, you're so beautiful... I really like you... I want you!"
"I love you... I love the way you fill me... Ah...! I'm yours, all yours!"
Hearing Haruto's sweet words and feeling his wild thrusts inside her, Akeno couldn't help but respond.
The girl's delicate hands tightly gripped the sheets behind her as Haruto's slow yet powerful thrusts sent waves of pleasurable sensation flooding into her heart like a tide.
The fabric twisted and tore in her clenched fists, a casualty of the overwhelming ecstasy that wracked her body. Each deep, measured thrust was a promise, a claiming, pushing her higher and higher.
From the depths of her honeyed core, sweet love juices began to gush out forcefully, while endless waves of seductive moans escaped her cherry-like lips.
Haruto lifted his head to gaze at the passionately panting Akeno. As his desire surged, he straightened his waist, raised the girl's snow-white, slender legs high, and began thrusting into her tender, tight honeyed passage with even wilder, faster, and more forceful movements.
The new angle was devastating. Each piston-like drive of his hips rubbed the length of his shaft directly against the most sensitive, spongy spot deep inside her, making her see stars. Her cries escalated in both pitch and volume, becoming raw, unfiltered screams of pleasure.
It was as if he wanted to pierce through her honeyed passage with the dragon between his hips, driving straight into her very heart.
Haruto reveled in Akeno's sensitive, voluptuous body, his dragon continuously attempting to enter her sacred, tender flower palace.
Akeno was driven to climax after climax by the dragon's relentless movements. Copious amounts of transparent honey-like fluid gushed out from her honeyed core like a breached flood, flowing incessantly.
Her body was no longer her own; it was an instrument of pleasure played by a master. Each orgasm ripped through her with the force of a tidal wave, leaving her trembling and boneless, only for the next to build almost immediately from the relentless, deep stimulation.
The sensation of soaring beyond the clouds made her body and soul feel as if they were floating, and her passionate, breathy moans echoed throughout the room.
Each time the dragon kissed the soft, pliant entrance of her flower palace, the intense suction and contraction made Haruto's body tremble with each thrust.
That tight, virgin ring of muscle at the entrance to her womb resisted him, fluttering and clenching each time the broad head of his cock battered against it, threatening to yield and grant him access to her most intimate, sacred space.
Especially when the torrent of fiery honey-like fluid gushing from the depths of her core struck his sensitive dragon head like a flood, the pleasurable stimulation it brought grew increasingly intense.
After several hundred more thrusts, Haruto's desire to release inside the girl had reached an unbearable peak.
He pressed Akeno's sexy, rounded legs downward forcefully, almost folding her soft body in half.
In this vulnerable, exposed position, he could see everything—the glistening, swollen lips of her sex stretched taut around the base of his shaft, the way her inner muscles visibly rippled with each of his movements. The lewd sight pushed him to the very brink.
Her fair, pink valley was forced to protrude forward, and the dragon thrust into it even more rapidly and powerfully.
Haruto's massive dragon and Akeno's delicate, enchanting valley made the most seamless contact.
After a storm of rapid, frantic thrusts, he suddenly pressed his entire body down, and the last exposed portion of the dragon finally plunged completely into the girl's body.
"Ah...!"
A broken, guttural scream was torn from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy and surrender. The feeling of being impossibly, completely full was beyond anything she had ever imagined.
Akeno let out a soft cry as the soft entrance of her flower palace was breached by the dragon. The egg-sized head ravaged the inner walls of her flower palace, which were meant for nurturing life.
For one breathtaking, searing moment, the very tip of him slipped past that final barrier, nestling into the hot, velvety depths of her womb. The sensation was so intense, so profound, it felt less like a physical act and more like their very souls were fusing together.
Gazing at the small bulge rising on her flat lower abdomen, Haruto finally twisted his hips and released the thick, dense essence he had held back for so long.
With each shudder of Haruto's body, Akeno's enchanting form trembled in response.
Jet after hot, thick jet of his seed erupted from him, flooding her deepest recesses. The scalding, liquid heat triggered a cataclysmic orgasm within her, her body seizing up as her vision whited out completely.
The exquisitely sensitive inner walls of her flower palace were struck and bathed again and again by a scorching, lava-like essence. The intense stimulation sent the girl into continuous spasms.
Once the trembling subsided and they had rested for a while, Haruto began moving passionately inside Akeno once more, thrusting deep into her core.
*A soft, spent whimper escaped Akeno's lips, but it was one of welcome. Her arms, weak and trembling, wrapped around him once again, pulling him closer. The night was still young, and their cultivation was far from over.