Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!

Chapter 465: Chapter : 465 : A Moment With Lysandra!

"Ivy dear," Lysandra said in a warm, affectionate tone, "can you go wake the kids up? I have something important to talk about with your Onii-Chan..."

Ivy nodded quickly, her pointy ears twitching shyly. "Okay..." she replied softly. She slipped off Aiden’s lap with a little reluctance, her small hands smoothing down her mini skirt. The black thigh-high stockings with their delicate garter straps and compass charm rustled faintly as she walked toward the doorway, her oversized cardigan slipping further off one shoulder. She glanced back once, cheeks still pink, before disappearing down the hallway to go wake Leona, Liri, and Noir.

Once the little goblin sister was gone, the living room felt noticeably more private. Aiden turned his full attention to Lysandra, a playful, teasing grin spreading across his face. He reached out and gently pressed his finger against her nose, rubbing it in slow circles just like he had done with Ivy earlier.

"You wanted to ask something..." he said, his voice low and teasing.

Lysandra’s cheeks immediately flushed a deeper shade of pink. She hesitated for a moment, then opened her palm and held it out to him. Resting in the center of her hand was a small, glistening silver butt plug, still slightly slick from where it had been inside her. Her expression was a perfect mix of embarrassment and an angry little pout — her full lips pursed, brows slightly furrowed, but her red eyes sparkling with that familiar mix of love and playful indignation.

Aiden looked at the toy and his grin widened into something downright mischievous. "It’s... a butt plug."

Lysandra let out a cute, frustrated huff, her green cheeks burning. "And why was it in me when I woke up..." she demanded, her voice soft but clearly accusatory.

Aiden didn’t even try to hide his amusement. He cupped her cheek with one hand, his thumb slowly tracing the soft, plump curve of her lower lip. His other hand slid down to rest gently on her slightly bump of her belly, where their twins were growing safe and warm inside her. "It would have been such a waste if I just let it come out like that," he said, his tone affectionate and unapologetic.

She pouted harder, though the effect was more adorable than truly angry. "I asked the others and they said... they didn’t have it in them when they woke up."

Aiden chuckled warmly, his fingers caressing slow, loving circles over her pregnant belly. "Just think of it as a gift from your husband... He thinks you’re really special and amazing."

Lysandra’s pout softened just a little, but she remained adorably huffy. She looked up at him through her lashes, her long blonde hair falling forward slightly. "I will forgive you if you... give me a messy long kiss... Really long."

Aiden laughed — a deep, genuine sound — and immediately pulled her closer. Without another word, he captured her lips in a deep, passionate, and thoroughly messy kiss.

Their mouths met with heat and hunger. Aiden’s lips pressed firmly against hers, parting them as his tongue slid out to meet hers in a slow, sensual dance. Lysandra melted instantly, a soft moan vibrating in her throat as she leaned fully into him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers threading into his hair, while his hands roamed — one staying on her belly, the other sliding down to cup the curve of her ass through the flowing beige dress.

The kiss was exactly as she had asked: long, messy, and gloriously wet. Their tongues swirled and tangled, exploring every inch of each other’s mouths. Saliva mixed between them, making the sounds soft and obscene in the quiet room. Aiden sucked gently on her tongue before releasing it, only for her to chase after his, licking and teasing back. He tilted his head to deepen the angle, kissing her harder, more possessively. Lysandra’s body pressed flush against his, her large, heavy breasts squishing softly against his chest, the thin fabric of her dress doing little to hide the warmth of her skin.

Minutes passed like that — long, heated, intimate minutes. They only broke apart when breathing became necessary. A thin, glistening strand of saliva stretched between their lips before snapping. Lysandra looked up at him, completely breathless. Her lips were swollen, shiny, and beautifully red from the prolonged kissing. Her cheeks were flushed dark pink, her red eyes hazy with desire, and a few strands of her long blonde hair clung to her damp forehead. She looked utterly debauched and utterly beautiful.

Aiden’s hand never left her belly. He rubbed it slowly, reverently, feeling the slight firmness beneath his palm. "Ly... your tummy has grown a bit," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and arousal.

Lysandra smiled softly, placing her own hand over his on her belly. Her green fingers intertwined with his. "They’re well loved..." she whispered, her voice still a little shaky from the kiss. "Because of how their father loves their mother..."

Aiden leaned in and pressed his forehead gently against hers. "I love you so much," he said, the words coming straight from his heart.

Lysandra nuzzled closer, resting her head against his chest, her long blonde hair spilling over his arm like golden silk. "I love you too, Husband..." she replied, her voice warm and content.

They stayed like that for a few moments, simply holding each other, breathing in sync.

After a while, Aiden’s voice dropped into a lower, more intimate register. His fingers gave her belly a gentle squeeze as he spoke. "Now that your belly is growing... I can’t fuck your womb anymore..." He paused, letting the words sink in, his tone both teasing and serious. "I guess I will be taking your ass all the time now..."

Lysandra lifted her head from his chest just enough to look at him. A slow, loving, and slightly shy smile spread across her swollen lips. She didn’t look away. Instead, she nuzzled back into his chest, her voice soft but full of genuine desire.

"I would love that."

Aiden’s hand on her ass squeezed a little firmer at her words, pulling her even closer. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way her breathing had quickened again. The butt plug still sat in her open palm, a silent testament to his earlier mischief. He reached down and gently took it from her hand, setting it aside on the nearby side table for now.

"You really would?" he asked, his voice husky as he brushed a strand of her long blonde hair behind her pointed ear. "Even though I put that in you without asking first?"

Lysandra nodded against his chest, her green cheeks still flushed. "It... it made me think of you the moment I woke up," she admitted shyly. "Every time I moved, I could feel it. It was embarrassing... but also..." She trailed off, biting her lower lip.

Aiden tilted her chin up so she had to meet his gaze. "Also what?"

"Also arousing," she whispered, her red eyes sparkling with honesty. "Knowing that you wanted to keep me filled... that you were thinking about me like that..." She shifted on the sofa, her thighs pressing together slightly. "It made me feel claimed. Loved. Special."

Aiden’s heart swelled at her words. He leaned down and kissed her again — softer this time, but no less deep. His tongue traced her lips before slipping inside, tasting her, savoring the lingering sweetness from their previous kiss. His hand on her belly rubbed slow circles while the other slid under the hem of her dress, finding the bare skin of her thigh and stroking upward.

When they parted again, he rested his forehead against hers once more. "Good," he murmured. "Because I do love claiming you. Especially now that I can’t be as rough with your pussy as I want to be." His fingers traced higher, brushing the curve of her ass. "Your ass is going to get a lot of attention from now on, Ly. I’m going to stretch you, fill you, fuck you there until you’re begging for it every morning."

Lysandra shivered in his arms, but it was a shiver of anticipation, not fear. She pressed a kiss to his jaw, then his neck. "I want that," she whispered. "I want you to use my ass whenever you need to. I want to feel you there... deep... while our babies grow safe inside me."

Aiden groaned softly at her words, his cock already hardening in his pants. He shifted her carefully on the sofa so she was straddling one of his thighs, facing him, her pregnant belly pressing against his stomach. The position let him keep one hand on her belly and the other free to explore. He kissed her again — messy, wet, and full of promise — while his fingers slipped between her cheeks, finding the slick remnants of lube from the plug and circling her tight entrance.

She gasped into his mouth, her hips rocking instinctively against his thigh. The movement made her large breasts bounce softly, the off-shoulder neckline of her dress slipping lower to reveal more of her green, glowing skin.

"Already so sensitive," Aiden teased against her lips, pressing the tip of one finger gently against her rim. "Did wearing that plug all night make you this needy?"

Lysandra nodded, her blonde hair falling forward as she hid her face in the crook of his neck. "Y-Yes... Husband..."

He rewarded her honesty by slowly pushing one finger inside her ass, feeling the tight heat clench around him. She moaned softly, her body trembling as she adjusted to the intrusion. Aiden’s other hand never left her belly, rubbing it protectively even as he began to gently finger her ass, working her open with slow, deliberate movements.

"You’re so perfect like this," he whispered, kissing her temple, her cheek, the corner of her swollen mouth. "My beautiful, pregnant wife... carrying our twins... letting me play with her ass in the middle of the morning room..." He added a second finger, scissoring gently, stretching her. "I’m going to take such good care of you. I’m going to make sure this pretty hole is always ready for me."

Lysandra’s breath came in soft pants against his neck. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in lightly through his shirt. Every slow thrust of his fingers made her hips twitch, her clit rubbing against his thigh through the layers of fabric. The combination of his loving words, the pregnancy-safe intimacy, and the forbidden thrill of being fingered in the living room was overwhelming in the best way.

"Aiden..." she moaned, using his name instead of "Husband" in her haze of pleasure. "More... please..."

He obliged, adding a third finger and curling them just right, rubbing against her inner walls while his thumb brushed her perineum. At the same time, he leaned down and captured one of her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, sucking gently. Even through the material, he could feel how hard it had become.

Lysandra cried out softly, her body arching. The dual stimulation — fingers in her ass, mouth on her sensitive breast, hand on her belly — was almost too much. She rocked her hips faster, chasing the friction against his thigh.

"That’s it," Aiden encouraged, lifting his head to watch her face. Her green skin was flushed, her red eyes glassy, her full lips parted as she panted. Strands of her long blonde hair stuck to her damp cheeks. She looked like a goddess — fertile, beautiful, and utterly his. "Come for me, Ly. Come with my fingers in your ass and my hand on our babies. Show me how much you love this."

It didn’t take long. With a choked moan, Lysandra came hard, her ass clenching rhythmically around his fingers, her whole body shuddering. Clear fluid soaked through her panties and onto his thigh as she trembled through the orgasm, her pregnant belly quivering with each wave of pleasure. Aiden held her through it, murmuring praises and continuing the slow thrusts of his fingers until she went limp against him, completely spent and glowing.

He slowly withdrew his fingers, wiping them on a handkerchief from his pocket before wrapping both arms around her. Lysandra rested her head on his chest, breathing heavily, her dress disheveled, lips still swollen from their long kisses.

"I love you," she whispered again, voice hoarse but happy.

Aiden kissed the top of her head, his hand returning to its favorite place — gently rubbing her pregnant belly. "I love you too. More than anything."

They stayed like that for a long while, simply holding each other in the sunlit room.

For now, this quiet, intimate morning moment — filled with love, teasing, and the promise of many more nights (and mornings) of Aiden claiming his pregnant wife’s ass — was perfect.

Lysandra eventually lifted her head, a shy but satisfied smile on her face. "We should probably get cleaned up before the others come down..."

Aiden chuckled and kissed her forehead. "In a minute. Let me enjoy holding my special, amazing wife a little longer."

She didn’t argue. Instead, she snuggled closer, one hand resting over his on her belly, content to stay right there in his arms.

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END OF Chapter : 465 : A MOMENT WITH LYSANDRA!

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