Amon, The Legendary Overlord

Amon, on the other hand, seemed to have a plan. Delicately, he guided her, placing her hand on his own member. "Touch me while you touch yourself," he whispered, "but pay attention if I ask you to stop."

The intimate exchange of caresses between them intensified with every second, and Ariel felt elated realizing his reaction to every touch. However, suddenly, Amon asked her to stop, his breathing ragged.

"I want you now," Ariel said, consumed by desire.

Amon smiled mysteriously. "There's still something I need to do."

Before she could question, Amon skillfully moved, positioning himself between her legs. She let out a deep sigh, realizing what was about to happen. The warmth and skill of his tongue took her to heights of pleasure she never imagined. When he moaned, the vibrations struck her overwhelmingly.

He gave one last caress with his mouth, and seeing Ariel's reaction, moved closer, touching her face tenderly. "Now, you are ready."

In the dimness of the room, Amon kissed Ariel with a depth that mirrored the intensity of the moment. With her breath quickening, she guided him to her entrance, craving the closest contact.

"Slowly," he murmured cautiously, "it might hurt."

Ariel, with eyes full of determination, replied: "I don't care."

"You will care," Amon said with rare gentleness, as he delicately parted her knees, advancing cautiously. "Do whatever you need to cope with the pain."

As they joined, the initial pain made Ariel dig her nails into Amon's back, searching for some form of relief. After a few moments, the sensation began to shift, becoming a blend of discomfort and pleasure. And the way Amon looked at her as if losing control, showed her how profound his pleasure was.

As they moved together, the connection between the two deepened. Ariel, overwhelmed by ecstasy, couldn't contain a cry when she called out his name.

When the climax hit them, both were panting, hearts racing, with the intimacy of the moment still surrounding them. "That was incredible," Ariel murmured, eyes shining.

Amon smiled, planting a tender kiss on her nose. "And we have so much more ahead."

The emptiness Ariel felt when he rose was a clear sign of how attached she was becoming. Even absent for a few minutes, she missed his touch, his scent. When Amon returned with a warm towel, there was a comfortable silence between them as he tenderly cared for her.

The room, lit only by the faint light from the bathroom, became a sanctuary for the two. Among the care and affection, Ariel felt completely at ease with Amon, cherishing every moment with him and wishing the night would never end.

In an intimate atmosphere, Ariel and Amon delved into a conversation that blended dreams, plans, and personal stories.

The night wore on, and the red numbers on the alarm clock indicated it was already three in the morning. A growing sense of urgency settled in Ariel's chest, a restlessness Amon seemed to sense. In a swift move, he turned her around, positioning himself over her.

"Don't get lost in your thoughts," he murmured, his lips lightly brushing against hers.

"It's difficult," she replied honestly.

"What can I do to distract you?" he asked with a piercing gaze.

"Make me yours again," she whispered back.

A growing intensity surged between them. Amon, with one hand, caressed Ariel's neck, a gesture she recognized and cherished. When he asked if she was sure about her desires, Ariel only requested that he not hold back. Amon's command for her to turn around sent a wave of anticipation through her body.

Amon's touches were firm and deliberate, juxtaposed with gentler caresses and whispered words that further ignited Ariel's senses. She was lost in the sensation, especially when she felt his mouth exploring her from behind, driving her to near-unbearable ecstasy.

Feeling the need to immerse themselves even deeper into the moment, Amon, ever so observant, realized that the current setting might be problematic. "We need to move to the floor. This bed will make too much noise," he said, showing that even amidst the whirlwind of emotions, he still maintained some control over the situation.

Ariel quickly prepared the floor with some cushions and positioned herself, leaning on her hands and knees. For a moment, he seemed lost for words. Amon's eyes shone, fixated on her, as he began to touch himself, a sight that had always sent a flurry of emotions through Ariel.

He murmured, voice husky, "Seeing you like this... it deeply excites me."

A sound behind her caught Ariel's attention. She cast a curious glance and saw Amon holding something she had only recently come to know, yet had grown to love. Sensing her hesitation, he sought to reassure her, sliding a hand along her back to reach her neck, offering the familiar and tantalizing sensation they both had discovered was an unexpected source of pleasure.

"Breathe and relax," Amon whispered, gently penetrating her. Ariel immediately felt this night would be unlike any other.

"If it becomes too much, tell me," he continued, always attentive to her well-being.

But Ariel was fully engrossed, confident she wouldn't reach that point. Every move from Amon was laden with passion and intensity. The grip on her neck, his deep breaths, each thrust deepened their bond. He surrendered at that moment.

Ariel encouraged him to increase his pace, eager to explore where this journey would lead them. Trying to hold back her moans of pleasure, she found herself even more enraptured by this restraint.

"Ariel, touch yourself for me," Amon murmured.

She complied, feeling each sensation even more intensely. As Amon realized how close he was to the climax, he changed the angle, enhancing the experience for both.

"Do you feel that?" he asked, his voice trembling.

All Ariel could muster was a moan of agreement, completely given over to the pleasure. Amon continued, "You are incredible, Ariel."

And in that atmosphere of mutual surrender, Ariel reached her pinnacle. Sensing this, Amon, in a swift motion, completed the act, culminating in a sensation Ariel never imagined she'd cherish.

Subsequently, Amon, ever considerate, went to fetch a towel to clean Ariel. With almost paternal care, he placed her back on the bed, where the two could cuddle and share their feelings of that intense night.