Genius Mage in a Cultivation World - Chapter 213: Tonight, you are the only one I care about (+18... obviously)

‘This is…’ Layn thought, feeling Irea’s body wrapped tightly around his own flesh. ‘This feels different,’ he thought as the two of them continued their sluggish moves.

Layn’s initial plan regarding the wedding consisted of some grand ceremony, a great feast for the entire camp, and then a period of honeymoon during which the two of them could abandon all their worries and just focus on each other. During the last of the mentioned, he obviously projected some steamy and intimate action…

Yet, it all faded away when compared to how he felt right now.

“Moar,” Irea whimpered directly in his ear. All four of her limbs were locked at Layn’s body, tightening whenever he pushed in, only to relax when he was pulling himself out.

“I love…” Layn whispered only for another spasm of pleasure to cut his sentence in half, “you…” he finished his whisper before sliding his face past Irea’s cheek only to take over her sweet lips.

Compared to how they went at it during their early intimate moments, one could hardly recognize what they were doing as making love anymore. Tired after several hours’ worth of intimacy, they were simply hugging each other. Even the fact that they were all full of sweat didn’t discourage them from continuing their activities.

“I’m nearing my limit,” Layn gasped after some time. His sperm mixed with Irea’s own juices made up for the lube during this nth attempt at impregnating the girl.

“Come,” Irea whispered softly, caressing the back of the archmage’s head with her hands.

A few more pushes and a wave of pleasure shook Layn’s body to the core. As if all the blood and energy converged from the entirety of his body on the tip of his meat spear, he could feel this spur of energy releasing right into the girl’s deepest part.

‘Even though it wasn’t my first time nor is she my first woman,’ Layn thought, hiding his face in the angle between Irea’s neck and shoulder, ‘this is still something else,’ he thought, burying his head in the girl’s flesh.

For a moment, the two of them lasted in a single moment, single position. For a moment, their bodies tensed up, clenching in a loving embrace, only to relax a short moment later.

“Ah….” Layn sighed when he felt all his strenght leaving his body. As his muscles relaxed, he fell on top of Irea. Her soft, delicate skin cushioned his small fall. “I’m all spent,” he muttered, resting his head against her soft bosom.

“That was great,” Irea said in a small voice, using most of her remaining energy just to keep breathing.

‘This feels nice,’ Layn thought, feeling how her hands rustled through his hair. In a sense, he was currently in a pretty subservient position. Resting his head on her soft and warm breast, having Irea caress his head all the while his entire body was wrapped in her warmth…

For a younger version of himself, this kind of thing would be uncomparable to the sex itself, yet, for some strange reason, enclosed within the affectionate hold of this girl felt even better than the act itself.

“I’m yours, and you are mine,” Layn muttered the line that came straight from his heart. The scars that Ortensia, the cheating wife of his left on his soul, seemingly started to heal under the gentle strokes of the girl that actually chose to be with him.

“You are mine, and I’m yours,” Irea mirrored Layn’s words, pulling his head even tighter into her embrace. For a moment, the archmage found it hard to breathe as his entire face was pressed tightly against the soft mounds of her chest. Yet, as divine of a pillow as it was, he still had to find a way to breathe.

Ting!

A strange vibration appeared on the outskirts of Layn’s perception. As small as it was, it was still well within the range of what the archmage could detect.

“Huh?” Layn muttered, moving his hands from Irea’s back to the bedding beside her before using them to lift his upper body up. He turned his head in the direction where this strange feeling came… Yet nothing happened.

“Come back here,” Irea protested, reaching with her hands and grabbing Layn by the back of his neck only to bring his face back to her breasts again.

Too tired from all their nightly activities, Layn couldn’t resist the girl’s pull. Yet, rather than just allowing himself to fall back to the comfort of her embrace, he moved his left hand just in time to prompt Irea’s left breast.

“Hmmm,” he muttered through his teeth once he took over one of the girl’s nipples with his lips. Sucking on it as if he was some kind of newborn, he muttered, “delicious.”

“You still don’t have enough?” Irea asked happily, moving her hands to the back of Layn’s head again.

Raising his eyes, the archmage couldn’t help but notice a gentle smile on her face. Even though they were both tired, even though he played with her boobs for way more than enough already, she still didn’t mind letting him have his fun for a little longer.

“You know that no matter how much you will suck, nothing will come out?”  Irea said through a gentle moan after several moments.

Rather than replying, Layn focused all his attention on playing around with her chest. The feeling of having his fingers sink into the soft and warm flesh of his beloved while trickling her nipple with his tongue was just too great for him to ever have enough of it. And despite several hours’ worth of sex before, this little fun of his forced the natural mechanisms of his body back into action, pumping blood to the place that needed it the most.

“We won’t know unless we try,” Layn said once he finally moved his mouth away from the girl’s breast. “How about we go for another round?” he asked, already sliding his entire body forward to get into a better position.

“You know I’m always happy to indulge,” Irea replied, leaning with her head to plant a gentle kiss on Layn’s lips. At the same time, she pushed both of her knees aside, leaving herself wide open for Layn to enter.

“Don’t mind if I do,” the archmage whispered right in Irea’s ear before gently grabbing her earlobe between his teeth. Yet, just as he was about to push himself inside for yet another round of baby-making pleasure, a sudden knocking on their doors interrupted the atmosphere.

“BOSS!” One of Layn’s mercenaries shouted. Even though the archmage couldn’t really recognize his people by their voices, the way the man outside referred to him was a surefire giveaway. “We are under attack!” the man outside shouted.

“How bad is it?” Layn’s mind cleared out in but an instant. The perspective of yet another raid like the one they suffered from before was both depressing and exciting as it would mean several casualties and a huge influx of new magic stones at the same time.

“Looks like a tenth of a horde that attacked us before!” the man reported, not daring to open the doors to Layn’s house without a direct order to do so.

“Then get lost. Come and fetch me only when it will turn bad,” Layn shouted before moving his eyes back on the girl below him. With her legs still wide open, it was clear that him sucking on her breast for a long while managed to raise her expectations for a fair bit.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” Irea asked, averting her eyes as a sudden blush appeared on her cheeks.

“Tonight, you are the only one I care about,” Layn said, closing the girl’s mouth with his lips as he took aim and pushed his hips forward.