Transmigrated Into A Women Dominated World

"Slow down. I want to savor this," Sage demanded, her voice low and breathy as Zaeryn stood at the edge of the bed.

He looked down at her, already buried deep inside. At her command, he slowed his pace, hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm.

Sage lay beneath him with her eyes half-closed, lips parted, completely lost in the feeling of him filling her over and over. Every slow thrust dragged along her sensitive walls, sending warm waves of pleasure through her body. She pinched and rolled her own nipples between her fingers, tugging gently as the slow stretch and friction kept her floating in bliss.

"Just like that..." she whispered. "Don’t stop... just like that."

Zaeryn kept the pace deliberate, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in to the hilt, letting her feel every inch. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet room. He watched her face the way her brows furrowed in pleasure, the soft moans that slipped out each time he bottomed out.

One of his hands slid down to massage her clit, while he continued the deep, unhurried strokes.

Sage’s breathing grew heavier. She kept playing with her nipples, pinching harder whenever he pushed in especially deep. Her legs stayed open for him, thighs trembling slightly as the slow, constant stimulation built heat low in her belly.

Zaeryn was enjoying the slower pace more than he expected. There was something different about being able to watch every reaction instead of losing himself in speed. He could see the small changes in Sage’s expression, the way her breathing faltered whenever the sensation became particularly strong, and the slight trembling in her thighs whenever she tried to hold herself still.

She was dripping, coating his cock in warm slick with every slow thrust, the wetness making the slide even smoother. He looked down at her flushed, eyes half-lidded, fingers working her own nipples and felt a low, heavy heat coil in his gut.

She was too hot like this.

Sage was not even trying to look seductive. She was lying beneath him with her hair spread messily across the sheets, completely unconcerned with how she looked because she was too absorbed in what she was feeling.

Zaeryn let his gaze move over her before returning to her face.

Speaking to Sage through projections had made the distance easier to endure, but those images had flattened all the small details that made her feel real to him. They could reproduce her voice and her face, but not the warmth of her skin, the changes in her breathing when she tried to remain composed or the way her attention settled completely upon him whenever they were alone.

Now that she was here, Zaeryn understood how much he had missed those details. For the first time since arriving in the Capital, the Council and everything waiting for him tomorrow felt far enough away that he could stop preparing for it. There was only Sage beneath him and the certainty that she had missed him just as much.

After a while he slowed even more, grinding deep instead of thrusting, and she moaned louder at the change.

Sage’s eyes opened a little more. "I want you to take me from behind," she said.

Zaeryn nodded, a small smirk tugging at his mouth. "Sure."

He stepped back, giving her room. She rose from the bed on slightly unsteady legs.

Zaeryn turned her around so she faced the wall, then guided her hands to brace against it. He stepped in close behind her, one hand on her hip, the other wrapping around to cup her breast. She arched her back for him, and he pushed back into her from behind in one smooth thrust.

"Nnngh." Sage whimpered, her head dropping forward as he filled her again.

Zaeryn started slow once more, deep strokes that made her push back against him.

His hands moved over her body, one kneading her breast, thumb brushing her nipple, the other sliding up around her throat as he gently pulled her back toward him. Sage turned her head just enough to catch his mouth in a deep kiss while he fucked her, never breaking the slow rhythm.

"Still good?" he asked against her lips.

"Yes... fuck, yes. Just like that," she breathed, rocking back to meet every thrust while gently biting his lower lip. "I love it when you go slow. I can feel every inch of you..."

He kept the pace measured but firm. The wet sounds of him sliding in and out of her mixed with her soft, continuous moans. Every time he bottomed out she clenched around him.

The hand at her breast moved down to her midsection, holding her steady as he gradually began to thrust a little harder, still deep, still controlled, driving her pleasure higher without rushing.

He slowed, then pulled out completely. She made a quiet, disappointed sound at the sudden emptiness.

He turned her around so she faced him. Sage’s back met the cool wall as he stepped in close, lifting one of her legs and guiding it up around his hip. She locked her arms around his neck for balance. Zaeryn lined himself up and pushed back into her in one smooth, deep thrust.

Sage’s head tipped back against the wall with a long, shaky moan. The new angle let him sink even deeper, and the slow stretch of him filling her again sent fresh sparks through her. She looked up at his face while he started moving eyes half-lidded, completely focused on her. Something warm and intense tightened in her chest at the way he looked at her, like she was the only thing that existed right then.

"Zaeryn..." she breathed, the name soft and almost reverent.

He kept the pace slow and deep, each thrust rolling his hips so she felt every inch.

One of his hands stayed under her thigh, holding her open; the other braced against the wall beside her head. Sage’s supporting leg trembled. She could feel the hard length of him sliding in and out, the wet heat between them, the way her walls fluttered around him every time he bottomed out. Pleasure built in slow, heavy waves, radiating out from where they were joined.

She tightened her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, pressing her forehead to his for a moment. The closeness made everything sharper his breath against her lips, the solid strength of his body, the careful way he held her while he fucked her against the wall. She felt safe and completely claimed at the same time, and the mix made her moan louder.

Zaeryn shifted slightly, changing the angle so that every slow thrust dragged against the spot inside her that made her toes curl. Sage’s eyes fluttered closed. She bit her lower lip, then released it on a broken sound as the pleasure sharpened. Her fingers dug into the back of his neck. She could feel how hard he was, how steadily he moved, and the knowledge that he was holding back just for her only made her wetter around him.

"Just like that," she whispered again, voice thick. "You feel so good... don’t stop."

He didn’t. He kept the deep, rolling rhythm, watching her face the whole time while her body trembled between him and the wall.

Zaeryn’s thrusts stayed deep but grew firmer, the slow roll of his hips turning into a more insistent rhythm. Each time he drove into her, the angle caught her just right, dragging along the sensitive spot inside that made her thighs shake against him.

Sage’s breath shortened. The pressure in her lower belly tightened with every stroke, heat spreading outward in heavy pulses. "Faster now," she said.

She could feel how slick she was around him, the wet glide of his cock becoming louder as he finally abandoned the slow pace and moved faster.

Her back pressed harder against the wall. One of her hands slid from his neck down to his shoulder, fingers digging in as the pleasure climbed past the point of staying quiet. Small, involuntary sounds kept catching in her throat, half-moans, half-breaths, each one pulled out of her when he bottomed out.

Zaeryn didn’t ease up. He kept the same deep, relentless rhythm. Sage’s eyes had gone unfocused. Her mouth stayed open, lower lip trembling. The tension in her body wound tighter and tighter until it finally snapped.

"I’m cumming, Zaeryn," she gasped, her fingers digging hard into his skin.

Her climax hit in visible waves. Her whole body jolted against him; her supporting leg nearly gave out. She clenched hard around his cock in rhythmic spasms, a broken, high sound tearing out of her as the pleasure crashed through. Her hips jerked in small, helpless motions while he continued thrusting through it, drawing the orgasm out. Wetness spilled down her thigh. She clung to him, shaking, the contractions still fluttering around him long after the peak started to fade.

Zaeryn slowed only when her grip on him loosened and her breathing turned ragged. He eased out of her carefully. Sage’s legs were unsteady. She slid down the wall until she was on her knees in front of him, looking up.

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