PATH OF THE STAR HUNTER

Perhaps it was this feeling that made Desmond want to take the initiative for a moment, holding Sasha’s butt up and lifting the girl, Desmond walked over to another desk and without much thought knocked over everything on the desk before putting down Sasha’s delicate body on top of it.

Demonstrating an experience worlds apart from Sasha’s, Desmond removed Sasha’s clothing until she was left in only her underwear. Desmond took a couple of seconds to admire the wonder of nature before he mimicked Sasha’s behavior by kissing the girl’s neck and working his way down to her breast.

The difference was that Desmond didn’t stop at Sasha’s heart but he kept going down her as he painted his lips on the blank canvas that was Sasha’s body until Desmond reached her navel.

Kissing it mischievously as he watched Sasha squirm from the pleasure and tingling, Desmond returned to kiss Sasha’s lips searching for that mischievous tongue of hers again as his hands dartingly roamed Sasha’s body.

Sasha’s hands wandered as her delicate fingers felt the contours of Desmond’s body before she let her fingers tangle in Desmond’s dark hair holding him tight as they kissed.

But it wasn’t enough, no matter when she kissed him, the fire inside her didn’t seem to be quenched, it only burned stronger, it asked for more. That feeling seemed to consume Sasha’s mind, driving her to slake the fire within her that threatened to overwhelm her will; but that thought terrified her.

She knew what her body was asking, she had heard of it from her mother when she was younger and she got to talk about it with Claire on a few occasions as she prepared for this moment.

To be honest, Sasha had longed for this moment, she had been attracted to Desmond almost from the moment they met and her attraction to him quickly turned into love after her experiences in Erack’s world.

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To some extent she had already decided to hand over her pure body to Desmond since she witnessed Desmond fighting with his life on the line to save her when she was captured back then.

Sometimes while she slept, that scene replayed in her mind, when Desmond fought off a whole wave of enemies for her and that moment when he lay on his knees wounded to death in his attempt to save her.

She knew Desmond and had come to understand the kind of person he was, he wasn’t a hero of justice or a saint and he would never risk his life for her if he didn’t think of her as something he couldn’t afford to lose.

In her dreams followed by that scene where he heroically fought for her, burning scenes ran through her mind unconsciously fueled by her fantasies, her desires, and the things she had heard from Claire.

She wanted him, but this wasn’t a dream and it terrified her, it was at times like this that her nature of letting go when her emotions flared turned out to be beneficial.

Her mind clouded by her desires, Sasha’s body burned intensely being consumed by lust and her desire to be devastated and loved by the man possessing her affection.

“Desmond, please; consume me.” She had wanted to utter those words for so long as she watched Claire walk out in the mornings from Desmond’s room and those words were finally spoken as Sasha relinquished her last mental barrier.

She truly was a woman whose personality was like fire, even the way she asked Desmond to make her his own was a bit peculiar although Desmond didn’t care too much.

On the other hand, Desmond was more concerned for a different reason: “Are you sure?”

Not normally a question Desmond would ask, in any case, it was more likely that Desmond wouldn’t even wait for explicit permission before immersing himself in pleasure, but in Sasha’s case, he knew she had certain considerations on her side and he didn’t want it things to happen simply in the heat of the moment.

But from the way Sasha’s hands kept trying to loosen Desmond’s belt, he understood that perhaps his question was unnecessary.

Helping Sasha remove his belt, Desmond pulled down his pants revealing his not-so-little friend who was ready to go into battle and just as absorbed as Sasha was in her desires; even she swallowed nervously at the size and thickness of Desmond’s spear.

“Nervous?”

Sasha only nodded shyly but her misty erotic gaze betrayed her true thoughts.

Smiling to himself, Desmond had to swallow hard as he watched Sasha’s breasts bounce exquisitely as they were released from her bra.

It was Sasha’s turn to smile to herself proudly, she and Claire might get along most of the time but there was no way there wasn’t at least a little competition between the two, and one of the assets Sasha had was more proud was that her body was curvier than Claire’s so seeing Desmond gulp gave Sasha a small sense of victory.

It was a shame that feeling was banished to oblivion, as the heat and wetness washed over her breasts, with Desmond using his tongue to tease the most sensitive part; Sasha gradually lost track of herself as she became a victim of the experienced Desmond.

Before Sasha’s moans of pleasure had even begun a dozen seconds, a new sense of invasion overwhelmed her senses as she felt that Desmond had taken one of his hands to play in her secret garden.

Sasha instinctively wanted to resist being invaded into her secret garden, but her hands barely managed to muster enough strength for a brief symbolic resistance before her arms fell helplessly to her sides over her vermilion hair that was spread out on the table.

Sensing that Sasha’s honey pot was already overflowing with love juices enough, Desmond grabbed both of Sasha’s wrists and placed them above her head as he looked into her eyes; he penetrated her.

For the first time in her life, Sasha not only experienced what it was like to be taken by a man but she also experienced a different warmth than the one that always dwelt within her being.

A barrier soon blocked Desmond’s path inside Sasha, knowing exactly what it was, Desmond paused briefly during which he kept eye contact with Sasha before thrusting harder on her hips; penetrating said barrier and all the way to the entrance of the deepest corner within Sasha.

A slight expression of pain was instantly replaced by an expression of tension and pleasure, as Sasha felt Desmond caress all the inside of her in one stroke. And when the tip of Desmond’s spear hit the entrance to Sasha’s baby’s room it was as if Desmond had hit some kind of unknown switch within Sasha’s biology.

Both legs wrapped tightly around Desmond’s waist and as her hair completely burst into flame, Sasha’s vermilion eyes seemed to flash with a plethora of emotions as her horns lengthened; for some reason, Sasha had transformed.

The only thing different compared to her usual transformation was that the liquid fire that came out from the center of Sasha’s chest didn’t transform into a dress like it normally did and instead just decorated Sasha’s naked body with patterns of leaves and flowers.

With the look of a fire dryad, Sasha’s emotions seemed to have spiraled out of control as she began to move her hips enjoying the pleasure of ravaging her insides with Desmond′s spear.

From then on, Desmond had little control over the situation with Sasha becoming quite dominant and passionate, her hips colliding in a steady rhythm and the erotic moans escaping her fragrant lips were enough to melt steel; Desmond had to admit that it was perhaps too pleasant an experience.

Enough at least for even the proud Desmond to feel the pressure building inside him and without any chance to resist he’ll end up coming inside of Sasha.

A long, sensual moan filled with wild pleasure and eroticism came from Sasha’s lips as her body trembled from the waves of pleasure that overwhelmed her, and no matter that her body was already on fire, Sasha felt what was poured into her was incomparably warm.

Overwhelmed by her pleasure and instincts, Sasha gave Desmond no chance to rest as she immediately began a second round with Desmond’s throbbing spear still inside her.

With Desmond lying on the ground now, Sasha climbed onto it and began riding Desmond relentlessly, her plump breasts bouncing with each thrust, her gaze lost in ecstasy and hair on fire manifesting behind hers; it was quite a sight to behold.

The overwhelming heat from inside Sasha and the pleasure this gave Desmond was like nothing he had ever experienced in the past, it was like combining the pleasure of the best sex in the world with the burning sensation of a sauna and not being from Desmond’s inhuman resistance it is likely that he would have already suffocated to death.

Even so, that resistance that he was so proud of was nothing compared to the insatiable hunger of the dryad that was now riding on top of him, soon Desmond couldn’t resist the pleasure and ended up coming inside Sasha who only moaned in satisfaction as she caressed her curves before looking at Desmond longingly once more.

Different positions were tried with Sasha almost always being on the dominant side, this was repeated for almost six hours, an unimaginably long amount of time for normal people and even Desmond had to stretch out his hand in humiliation to reach for a stamina potion midway through his passionate encounter with Sasha.

At some point, the flaming hair returned to normal, her horns shrank back to their usual size, and the liquid fire patterns faded leaving a completely exhausted but utterly content Sasha resting naked within the embrace of an exhausted Desmond who looked with tenderness and other complicated feelings at the woman in his arms and commented quietly as he felt a stiffening sensation in his hips: “Not everyone can afford to play with fire”