Chapter 1049 – Loving Embrace [Erotic Content]


    Nia and John had the bedroom to themselves. While a couple girls of the harem had been present in the living room, they had stayed put. It was understood that this was the pariah’s time. The door closed behind them, the curtains shut, and they were isolated in the sensual twilight that remained.


    Using his phone, John put on a playlist of calm jazz music. Then he put both it and his clothes into his inventory. Nia’s white, shadowless dress disappeared into the nothingness it came from, leaving both of them naked. Their exposed bodies turned, facing each other. After the softness of their day, John didn’t feel like engaging her with the domination he was usually so keen on.


    Delicately, he brushed over the smooth, pale skin of her shoulder and up the elegant swing of her neck. When he touched her chin, she reached up and held his head between her hands. The touch of her slender fingers was as soft as her smile. Corners of her pink lips curled upwards, she said the three magic words, “I love you.”


    “I love you too,” John whispered back without hesitation and bowed down. Awkwardness ensued, both of them leaning into the same direction, causing their noses to bump against each other when they wanted their lips to meet. The Gamer giggled, Nia’s shoulders quivered to show her own amusement. Emotionally stunted in her display, she failed to laugh.


    John didn’t mind. She was making slow progress. Every day, she was showing a bit more instinctively. Didn’t need to think about smiling when she was happy or frowning when she was sad or disapproved of something. They worked out their little awkwardness and their lips found one another.


    There was neither taste nor smell affiliated with Nia, but the warmth of their kiss was every bit as true as that of the sun. Kissing, the two got closer to each other. Nia pressed her lithe body closely against his frame. For an athletic man, he was narrow, but he was still broad enough to embrace the lithe woman. She stood on the toes of one foot to make the kissing easier on him. The other leg she raised, hooking onto him. By taking the thigh by his hip, John secured her stance. With the other hand, he tenderly played with her back.


    Silvery-white lines were all over her back. John could feel them, these pariah-specific marks. Like a cross between lightning and the veins of a leaf, they spread symmetrically from her spine, densest around her lower back. The largest ones were as wide as a finger, many of the side-branches became too thin to be seen. There was no difference, in touch, between regular skin and them. What gave them away was the slight siphoning of magic John felt on his fingertips. It was a pleasant feeling, comparable to dipping into lukewarm water. What alien strangeness there was to it, he had long habituated himself to.


    One after the other, he trailed these lines to their end. Sometimes he ended up back at her spine, sometimes they went to her side, a rare few travelled over her shoulders. It was difficult to see them, even with John’s magical sight. Their colour differed so little from her snow-white skin, it took knowing where they were to make them out.


    Nia’s breathing steadily accelerated. Aroused, the touch of his magic brought her tingling pleasure. Following the depression of her spine upwards, over the nape of her neck, John reached the base of her ponytail and carefully undid the cord that kept it all together. Unbundled, her incredibly long hair fanned out. John ran his fingers through the silky, thin, and sturdy strands of platinum blonde.


    A tiny wet sound accompanied the breaking of their kiss. Nia pulled back, shifted her weight and fell into the massive bed of the harem. Aclysia had chosen black sheets for today. Between them and Nia’s pale body was the layer of her gorgeous hair. On the strands, her slender body lay like a statue of flawless white marble on a golden fleece.


    No artist could have ever done her justice, however, and the colours interrupting her complexion here and there were vibrant in their simplicity. The pale pink of her lips. The stronger colour of her erect nipples, atop her medium-sized, firm breasts, and her wet sex. The mild flush of her noble face. The dark blue of the Lover’s Will mark above her womb. The striking blue of her eyes, more awe-inspiring than the cloudless sky.


    “You’re so incredibly beautiful,” John said, almost hesitating to climb on top of her and touch. He had done so many times before and would do so many more times in the future. Too dearly he cared about her to not crave the union of their bodies. His instinct to sleep with her was wrestling with the appreciation for the richness her existence alone brought to the world. Touching her with his hands felt like taking sandpaper to a Renaissance painting.


    “Hold me, darling.” Her voice was filled with sweet care and she raised her hands to invite him into another embrace. Resisting the demands of such a lovable lady was impossible, and John climbed on top of her. Their arms slung around one another. Her lips were right beside his ear. He could hear her excited breathing, then the request, “Please, John, give it to me.”


    Wiggling a bit to get into the perfect position, he whispered back, “Gladly, my beloved Nia,” and slowly pushed into her. It had been a couple of hours since their last engagement and her cunt had completely recovered, even if some of his (currently infertile) sperm was likely still in her womb. “God, you’re tight,” he gasped, penetrating her gripping folds. Deeper and deeper, he went inside, her fingers digging into his back, accompanied by lustful moans.


    “Yes, yes, fill me. I want no man but you. You are all I ever needed, the... only... ahhh...” An intense gasp ended her sentence, when he stopped, sheathed fully inside her.


    Their kiss broke.


    “Inside?” he asked her.


    “Inside,” she panted back.


    Crawlingly, he pushed back inside. Delightfully, her wet cunt welcomed him with writhing walls that remembered his shape. Intensely, Nia breathed, high-pitched and delectable. Torturously, John’s cock, about to unload, was massaged from all sides. Barely, he summoned the willpower to last those few more centimetres. Finally, he was all the way inside and came.


    “Darling!” Nia screamed the word, repeating it many times after, quieter, with ecstatic and loving moans. “Darling... darling... dar... John, my... darling...” She tried to stare at him, put all of her happiness into her gaze. John noticed it, before it fell apart and the repeated surges of pleasure made her eyes roll up. He couldn’t blame her, his own field of vision was filled with white lightning, renewing with every intense spurt of semen into her tight cunt.


    He pulled her close, buried his nose in the soft, shorter strands on the top of her head. She half-bit his neck, muffling her cries. “I’m so glad to have the gorgeous woman that is you,” he whispered, while their orgasms subsided.


    “...I feel the same...” Nia answered and then made a miserable noise that sounded like an unhappy mouse. “Inadequate.”


    “Words are almost always inadequate.”


    “Frustrating,” Nia agreed, and John pushed himself up to see her face. The most adorable pout was on her face, flushed and mildly sweaty still from the recent torrent. It wasn’t much of an expression, but she nailed the emphasis on the lower lip that made this mixture between demand and sadness so powerful.


    “You’re so much cuter than Velka,” the Gamer hummed.


    Nia’s answer was both swift and French in its pronunciation, “Impossible.”


    “You’re calling me a liar?” John’s question wasn’t meant to be answered. He turned her on her side and positioned himself behind her. Holding both of her hands in his own and her body in a tight hug, he had her pinned. Love and domination mixed, and he fucked her hard from behind.


    This time it was raw and intense, start to finish. Reverberations of their lovemaking bounced around the room. Vocalizations of sexual fulfilment, the slapping of groin against soft, firm, tight ass, and, finally, silence when he came inside her again. Nia spasmed and snuggled against him. Both of them sought the proximity and warmth of the other, even in the already hot room. It was stronger than logic or the need to regulate temperatures, all that mattered was being close to each other.


    John suddenly felt drowsy. The feeling intensified with each spurt of cum and had grown to make him feel laden by the time her quivering quim wrung the last bit out of him. “You mind if I... take a nap like this?” he yawned.


    “Yes,” she responded, shuffling around in front of him. Swallowing heavily, gathering her breath, moaning when his deflating cock flopped out of her, she turned around. Pressed tightly against him, she rested her forehead against his collarbone. “Like this,” she said, quietly, as if she was about to drift off herself.


    John failed to check, his eyes refusing to open and his mind drifting off.