"I'm still waiting, Miss Limits," he whispered in her ear.
Sona took a deep breath. This would test her resolve to resist temptation. She needed to pass this test to continue on her long journey. That was why she didn't leave him, because she saw him as an obstacle to overcome.
"I don't like... what we did the other day—ah~," she moaned when he kissed her shoulder.
"I don't remember anything about the other day. Are you referring to dessert? I remember we left without trying it," Altair moved his hand to Sona's belly. He began to massage her gently in that spot.
Sona swallowed, too lost in the sensations.
"I mean... lewd things," she continued. "In public, that shouldn't happen," she said with difficulty, trying to ignore the kisses and caresses on her erogenous zones.
"Lewd things?" Altair continued to play dumb, as if he didn't know what she was talking about. "Remind me what they are."
"Like... touching me down there," she said.
"Here?" Altair's index finger went to her knee, tracing circles on it.
"Higher," she told him, indicating that he was in the wrong place. "Higher," she said again, feeling his fingers trace a gentle path up her slender legs. "Higher... a little Higher... yes, there, right there," she indicated precisely.
Altair's hand could feel the heat under her swimsuit. Hotter than the water they were in.
"Oh, yes, I touched you like that, now I remember," Altair traced patterns on the fabric.
"Also, you touched me directly," she had to portray exactly what happened that day. She didn't want any details to be left out.
'Onee-sama,' she said when she felt a finger slide abruptly inside her. There was no warning, barely a second between her bikini disappearing and Altair's fingers exploring her thoroughly for the second time. She didn't speak again, not while the long fingers took her to paradise.
Altair lifted her slightly, removing his fingers from her. Sona moaned in disappointment; without the fingers to tease her, she could no longer test her resistance to being seduced.
"Satan!" she opened her eyes when she felt a snake slide over her crotch.
She looked down, Altair's penis protruding as it pressed against her vagina as if asking permission to enter.
"Don't put it in!" she said, moving back and forth on the trunk to make it difficult for him to enter her, the friction bringing her pleasure simply a consequence of protecting her chastity. "Ouch!"
At one point, Altair grabbed his penis and tapped it toward Sona's pussy, like a battering ram trying to break down a massive gate. Sona refused to fall; she would stand firm like Constantinople.
She moved away as far as she could, without realizing she ended up with her feet spread out to the sides like a crab. The tip of Altair's penis brushed against her pussy.
"Can you put it in, Sona?" he asked.
Sona almost obeyed him, having taken his penis and rubbed the glans against her lips, but luckily, she managed to react in time.
"Limits... Altair, I want to talk about limits," she stood up.
"Ah... well, talk about them," Altair spread her buttocks, looked at the puckered hole before launching himself to lick it like a possessed animal.
"What are you doing? It's dirty!" She lost control for a moment, her legs moving back and forth without knowing where to stand. She grabbed Altair's dark hair while her ass was being eaten as if it were a delicacy. "It's weird, please, please," she begged him in the end.
"Please?" Altair pulled away from her. Eating ass had become an activity he enjoyed quite a bit, not with all women, but with those close to him.
"Keep going," she asked as she frowned.
'It's a challenge, a challenge, a challenge. Stay calm, Sona. Make Onee-chan proud of you,' she said as she held back her moans.
"What you did the other day... was wrong. I am a lady of the Sitri house. It can't happen again—Oh~," she bit her hand to keep from screaming.
Altair's fingers stopped being lazy and got to work on her pussy, stimulating it, touching it as if it were a piano. She could almost feel the chords coming out of her mouth like a piece by Mozart. She endured it, all of it, for the sake of improving as a person.
"I'm... I want to pee, please stop," she felt the urge to pee building up in her lower abdomen. More intense than any orgasm. "No, keep going, don't stop." Only by experiencing the pleasure could she become more attuned to him, resist him better.
Like a man taking poison to build up resistance.
She watched the water create waves where her pussy juices shot out of her vagina like a water gun. She felt bad about peeing in the Jacuzzi, even covering her eyes with her hands as she sat back down. Altair's penis served as support for her weak legs.
"Well, I didn't stop... does that go against the limits you wanted to set for me, Sona?" Altair asked, his hands dancing merrily over the girl's legs, giving her time to catch her breath.
"Yes, I should punish you," she said, her hands moving to his glans.
The bulbous tip welcomed her caresses with a contraction. Sona's hands were tiny, proportional to her body. Altair's cock, already huge, looked even bigger.
"Oh... please don't stimulate my penis until I cum!" Altair said, in a false tone of urgency. He ended up laughing.
Sona squeezed his cock, trying to suffocate it.
"You shouldn't have licked that place, it's dirty and not for sexual purposes," Sona scolded him as she pulled his cock, doing so roughly but without actually hurting him.
Altair took her in his arms and turned her around, leaving them face to face. Sona still had her bra covering her breasts. They weren't huge, but they seemed to be in good shape, like Luna's.
She was about to speak, to complain again about something that had occurred to her, but Altair didn't allow it. He kissed her lips like a man thirsty for physical contact. He didn't bother to be gentle, seeking to dominate her, letting his tongue subdue hers in a battle that Sona never came close to winning.
Altair's hand went to the girl's ass, caressing her buttocks gently for a few seconds before sliding between her cheeks and sticking a finger in her puckered hole.
"Mh-ahhh~," Sona raised her head as she moaned.
Altair took advantage of Sona exposing her neck and kissed it repeatedly. The girl was in a haze of sensations and didn't know how to react other than to squeeze Altair's finger inside her.
He broke her bra; it was a transfiguring, worthless piece of clothing. A simple piece of fabric that got in the way of his atomic exploration. Her breasts were exposed, small but appetizing like the portions of food in a gourmet restaurant.
Altair frowned as he heard footsteps running toward the bathroom. He could detect the magical signature, and Sona, if she were sane, could too.
"Sona, can you feel it?" he asked as his cock began to part the girl's lips. She let out only a muffled murmur. "You need to lower your legs if you want me to enter you," he said, giving her the choice to continue the game or stop.
"Onee-sama!" Sona cried as she dropped onto Altair's cock. She felt her hymen, which Altair used to stretch with his fingers, break.
"So-tan called me?" Serafall walked in as if the room belonged to her.
Altair felt Sona's hot pussy tighten even more. It felt like his cock was inside a black hole. Sona hid her face in his chest. Altair felt her blush furiously.
"Do you want to come in, Sera-chan?" Altair asked, getting another beautiful squeeze from Sona.