Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls

Chapter 538: Longing (R-18)

The bathroom was enveloped in a thick, warm steam, laden with the sweet scent of the bath oils Elion had poured into the water.

The light was soft, golden, emanating from candles positioned on the edge of the tub and the marble sink, making the droplets on the tiled walls sparkle like diamonds. The sound of the water, a gentle, rhythmic plop, accompanied their subtle movements.

Kael sat at the bottom of the tub, the warm water reaching his waist.

Elion was nestled in his lap, her back against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. The position was intimate, almost a liquid embrace.

The connection between them was total, inescapable; he was buried in her to the core, a silent and complete claim. Her skin was warm and soft against his, and he could feel every curve of her body through the thin film of water and foam.

"So deep... Aahhnn~" She moaned, her voice a husky, wet whisper that echoed in the small space. Her body trembled, a slight contraction he felt throughout his length inside her.

She turned her head, her lips almost touching his ear.

"I missed your cock, son." The words were a warm confession, laden with a longing that went beyond the physical, a desire that had fermented in absence.

Kael sighed, a deep sound that came from his chest.

His arms, which had been loose beside her body in the water, tightened around her, pulling her even closer, if that were possible. He felt the weight of her breasts against his forearms.

"Yes, I missed it too..." Her voice was low, deep, laden with the same forbidden truth. It wasn’t just the act, it was her, the feeling of erotic and emotional completeness that only she could provide.

She moaned again, rubbing her buttocks against his hip, feeling the absolute hardness that was now part of her.

"It’s so hard..." She murmured, marveling, as if she were always surprised by the physical evidence of his desire for her.

A groan escaped Kael’s lips as her insides, warm, moist, and soft, suddenly tightened around him in a series of pulsating contractions. It was an overwhelming sensation, a perfect and voracious grip that threatened to take control away from him. He buried his face in her wet hair, breathing in her scent of jasmine and desire.

"Are you going to come?" He asked, smiling against her temple. The question was a provocation, a test.

As he spoke, his hands rose from the water, droplets glistening in the candlelight. They found Elion’s full, heavy breasts, molding themselves to them.

His thumbs found her nipples, already erect and sensitive, and he pinched them gently, then with firmer pressure, twisting them slightly between his fingers.

"Aahhnn~" The moan that escaped her was sharp, involuntary, a sound of pure stimulation.

In response, her vaginal canal contracted violently around him, a series of quick, tight spasms that seemed to suck and milk his throbbing member. The sensation was so intense that Kael saw white spots behind his eyelids. The water around them churned with the involuntary movement of their bodies.

He maintained the pressure on her nipples, his panting breath now against her neck.

"You didn’t answer me, Mommy," he whispered, his voice a mixture of defiance and perverse tenderness.

Elion tried to turn her head to look at him, but her eyes were glazed, her mouth slightly open.

"Don’t be mean— Ahhnn!!" The protest was cut short by a muffled cry as one of his hands left her breast and slid, quick and decisive, down her wet belly, through the triangle of soaked hair, and found her swollen, throbbing clitoris.

His fingers weren’t gentle. They met her with intimate knowledge, a firm, insistent circular touch that ignored any subtlety in favor of direct, brutal stimulation.

It was as if an electrical circuit had been completed.

Elion’s body arched back against him, her head thrown back over his shoulder, a long, trembling moan escaping her throat.

Her already tight interior became a visor of hot flesh, contracting in chaotic, irresistible waves around his erection. The bathwater splashed out with the violence of her spasms.

Kael held her tightly, his own hips beginning to move in short, deep thrusts, driven by her frantic grip and the sensation of her clitoris throbbing beneath his fingers.

The air in the bathroom was thick with moans, the sound of rushing water, and the heavy smell of sex and steam.

Kael’s insistent, knowing touch on Elion’s clitoris was the final spark. A violent tremor coursed through her entire body, from the nape of her neck to her toes, which twitched beneath the water.

"Ah—! KAEL!"

Her cry was muffled by the steam, but the result was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just a series of internal contractions. Beneath the murky, foamy water, a distinct, hot jet erupted from her body, mingling with the bathwater in an uncontrollable physical convulsion. It was an intense, visible orgasm, a gush she couldn’t contain.

Kael felt it all. The sudden, overwhelming contraction in his member, the trembling of her whole body against his, and the warm, different flow that mingled with the water around them. A wide, triumphant, and slightly arrogant smile spread across his face. He laughed, a low, hoarse sound of pure macho satisfaction that reverberated in his chest against her back.

"You came first," he murmured, his lips touching her wet ear, his voice laden with provocation and possession.

Elion, still trembling from the last spasms of orgasm, felt a flash of embarrassment and defiance mixed with residual pleasure. His face was flushed, but she pouted, a falsely irritated expression that fooled no one. In retaliation, in an act of impressive muscle control and pure malice, she squeezed her vulva.

It wasn’t a post-orgasm contraction. It was a deliberate action, a sudden and overwhelming tension of all the intimate muscles around his penis, like a fist of hot, moist flesh clenching with full force.

The effect on Kael was instantaneous and catastrophic for his control. A hoarse, guttural groan escaped him. His arrogance dissolved into pure, overwhelming stimulation. His hips buried themselves in her in one last deep, involuntary thrust, and he exploded.

His semen gushed inside her, hot and abundant, pulsing in powerful jets that completely filled the space she had so eagerly squeezed. He held her with an almost painful force, his body rigid as the wave of raw pleasure swept over him. The sensation of filling her, of marking her interior with his essence, was primal and profoundly satisfying.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their panting breath and the slight bubbling of the disturbed water. Then, Elion released his muscle tension, his body going limp and heavy against hers. She gave a slight wiggle, feeling the warmth of his semen inside her, an intimate and intense sensation.

With a deep, satisfied sigh, she rested her head on his shoulder, a sweet, victorious smile on her lips. Her voice came out like a cat’s purr, hoarse and full of forbidden complicity:

"I let you make me come, it’s different~", she whispered, her buttocks rubbing lightly against him, feeling his still throbbing, now soft member inside her. "Ahhnn... so hot..."

She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of being complete, filled in a way only he could, his warmth inside her mixing with the warmth of the water around her.

The bathroom was now in a heavy, saturated silence. The steam still danced in the air, but the intense heat of the water was beginning to dissipate, leaving a feeling of coolness on their warm, marked skin. The water in the bathtub, once clear and fragrant, was now murky, opaque, mixed with the essence of both of them—a liquid and indiscreet testament to what had happened.

Elion moved first, a slow, lazy movement that seemed to drain his energy. His body still trembled with the last echoes of pleasure. She looked at the water around them, a slight air of practical revulsion mixed with carnal satisfaction on her face.

"Let’s go to bed," she said, her voice still hoarse and resonant. "Staying here will be uncomfortable." She didn’t need to elaborate; the look she gave the murky water, heavy with their cum, was enough. It was physical reality invading the space of intimate fantasy.

Kael agreed with a low grunt. He also felt the beginning of an inconvenient chill. But his body, still under the effect of the recent climax and her proximity, wasn’t ready to separate completely. When Elion began to rise, placing his hands on the edges of the tub to lift himself, he followed.

It wasn’t a separation. He rose with her, their movements still synchronized. And the result was that, as she emerged from the water, his penis—which, despite the ejaculation, maintained a residual rigidity, a stubborn and ready semi-erection—didn’t separate from her. It simply... followed. He was still inside her, now only partially due to the movement, but maintaining a visceral physical connection as she stood on the edge of the tub. Elion arched her back, a natural movement to reach the velvet robe hanging on the nearby chair. Water dripped from her body, outlining every curve under the candlelight. The skin of her buttocks was pink, warm, and involuntarily offered.

And she felt it. Not just the absence of water, but his presence. The firm, warm contact of Kael’s penis pressed against the cleft of her buttocks, a touch that was both familiar and provocative.

"I told you to go to bed~," she said, trying to maintain a tone of slight disapproval, but her voice faltered, becoming more of a sigh. She couldn’t finish the sentence because Kael’s response was nonverbal.

He didn’t hesitate. With one hand still gripping the edge of the tub, the other—the same one that had triggered her orgasm—moved down quickly. His fingers, still damp from the bathwater and her own body, sought no gentleness or gradual introduction. They found the small opening between her buttocks with intimate knowledge and a raw possessiveness.

Two fingers invaded her anus.

The invasion was sudden, deep, and unceremonious. Kael’s fingers penetrated the tense muscular ring with decisive pressure, taking advantage of the post-orgasmic relaxation and surprise. Elion cried out—a short, sharp sound, not of pain, but of intense shock and a new wave of overwhelming stimulation. Her back arched, and she almost fell back into the tub, but he supported her with his body.

"Kael!" she exclaimed, but the name came out as a moan. The double penetration—him still partially inside her from the front, his fingers now occupying the space from behind—was a sensation of complete domination, of total filling. Was it uncomfortable? Perhaps. Was it invasive? Certainly. But it was also electrifying, a brutal affirmation of the control he had over her body and its limits.

He hadn’t moved yet to completely lift her out of the bathtub. He remained like that for a moment, feeling her trembling around his fingers, hearing her muffled moans. The path to the bed had been interrupted by a new frontier of pleasure and submission.

"The bed...," he murmured finally, his voice a low promise against the back of her neck, "...is still the destination. But the path may have some detours." And with that, he began to move his fingers inside her, slowly, establishing a new rhythm even before they left the bathroom soaked and marked by their desire.