Chapter 81: Fucking Amira till she Pass out II
He felt her fingers wrap around him, felt the heat of her palm, the way she squeezed just enough to make his breath catch.
Her grey eyes were dark with that hunger again, the one that had been burning all night, and she was already shifting her hips, already trying to guide him back inside her.
He caught her wrist instead.
Her eyes widened, a flicker of surprise, and then something else. That same willingness to be directed that had been there since the first time he’d told her to roll over.
"I’ll give you what you want. Turn around," he said. "Face the wall."
She didn’t ask why. She just moved. She got off him, her knees pressing into the mattress, and braced her hands against the wall.
The tiled floor was cold on her skin, then she looked back at him over her shoulder. Her hair had fallen across her face, and her lips were swollen, and her skin was still flushed from everything they’d already done.
"Like this?" she asked.
He didn’t answer. He settled behind her, his hands sliding up her thighs, spreading her, and she gasped when she felt the head of his cock press against her entrance.
She was already soaked, slick and ready, and he pushed in slowly, watching the way her spine arched, the way her fingers clawed at the wall.
"Ohhh~" she breathed. "Oh gods, Lynx—"
He pulled out until only the tip remained, then slammed back in, and she cried out, her forehead pressing against the floor.
The angle was different, still deep in a way, and he could feel her walls clenching around him, trying to pull him in. He made sure not to bruise her womb.
"You like this," he said, not as a question.
"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, Lynx, please give me more..."
He gave it to her. He resumed his other rhythm, thrusting hard and fast, his hips slamming against hers, the sound of their bodies meeting sharp and wet in the dim light. His hips was moving really fast it blurred.
"Aghnnn~ Lynx~"
She was moaning... God she was a screamer, her moans were loud and unrestrained, her voice bouncing off the walls, and he reached around, his fingers finding her clit, and she convulsed.
"You’re so fucking perfect," he said against her ear. And she came with a loud piercing scream, her body shuddering, her walls rippling around him, and he kept thrusting through it, drawing it out, until she was sobbing with it.
He pulled out, and she whimpered at the loss, but he was already lifting her, turning her, positioning her on her back. Porn styles Rules the fucking world.
He lifted her legs, hooking them over his shoulders, and slid into her from a new angle, deeper still, and she cried out, her head falling back.
"Oh gods—Lynx, that’s so deep, my fucking womb~"
He fucked her like that, her ankles on his shoulders, his hands gripping her hips, and she was gasping, clutching at the sheets, her nails digging into the mattress.
The angle let him hit something inside her that made her eyes roll back, made her words dissolve into wordless sounds.
"Ohhhn~ yesss! There, right there, don’t stop, please..."
He didn’t stop. He drove into her, harder, faster, and then she shattered again, her body arching off the bed, a long, keening cry tearing from her throat.
He felt her come around him, felt the waves of it, and he kept going, pushing her through it, into it, until she was trembling, her legs shaking on his shoulders.
He pulled out, and she collapsed onto her side, breathless, her chest heaving. But she was already reaching for him, already pulling him down, her legs wrapping around his waist.
"gods fuck me again, till I’m fucking ruined, until I have no strength left," she whispered, her voice raw.
He positioned himself at her entrance, but instead of pushing in, he rolled them both, so she was on top. She blinked at him, surprised, and then a slow smile spread across her face.
"You want me to ride you?"
"I want you to take what you need."
She reached behind her, guided him inside her, then she sank down with a moan, her head falling back.
She moved slow at first, rolling her hips, taking him deep, and he watched her, watched the way her big breasts bounced, the way her lips parted, the way her eyes glazed over with pleasure.
"You feel that?" she asked, her voice low.
"That’s what you do to me. I can’t get enough. I’ll never get enough."
She moved faster, her hips slamming down, and he gripped her waist, guiding her rhythm.
She was gorgeous like this, powerful and hungry, and he let her take what she needed, let her use him, until she was gasping, her fingers digging into his chest.
He seized her breast with his mouth, sucking on one and teasing the other. He switched every 10 seconds. Her breast tastes so good in his mouth.
"Ahgnnn~ Lynx~" she moaned, and his name was like a prayer on her tongue, then she could feel it. Her head was spinning now. Her pussy clenched Lynx cock tightly. "L-Lynx, I’m going to come again—"
"Don’t hold back," he said.
She came hard really hard, her body shuddering, her walls clenching, and he felt himself follow her over the edge, his release spilling into her.
She could feel her consciousness slipping away. She collapsed on top of him, her breath hot against his neck.
Her body went limp against his, a dead weight of spent flesh and shallow breath. He felt the last pulse of her climax ripple through her walls, felt the shudder run from her scalp to her toes, and then she was gone...unconscious, her beautiful face slack, her lips parted, her grey eyes half-lidded and unseeing.
He held her there for a long moment, still buried inside her, feeling the aftershocks fade into stillness. Her chest rose and fell against his, slow and deep.
A thin sheen of sweat covered her skin, gleaming in the amber lamplight, and her hair was a tangled mess across the pillow, dark strands stuck to her forehead and her cheeks.
He pulled out of her slowly, and she didn’t stir. Not a whimper, not a twitch. Just the soft, even breathing of someone who had been thoroughly, completely spent.
He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, his own breathing still rough. His release was still warm inside her, seeping out onto the sheets, and he watched it with a detached sort of satisfaction, a claim made, a mark left.
Five times. He’d come inside her five fucking times, and she’d lost count of her own orgasms somewhere around the seventh. Maybe the eighth. He’d stopped counting when her voice had gone hoarse from screaming his name.
He sat up, and looked at her. She was beautiful like this ruined, wrecked, utterly his. Her skin was flushed from her chest to her thighs, marked with the faint red impressions of his hands, his teeth, his mouth.
She had said too much. Thinking she could last longer... well she did. She tried. But you can’t outlast a sex god. His system made sure of that.
Her lips were swollen, her eyes ringed with dark exhaustion, and there was a small bruise forming on her hip where he’d gripped her too hard.
He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering against her cheek. She didn’t move. More like she couldn’t move. Her body was completely wrecked.
She’d need all the rest she can get, and maybe a few healing pills for the pain she’d feel tomorrow.
He reached for his phone — thank god for the durable screen. It had been tossed across the room with his clothes hours ago.
The time flashed: 4:00 AM
Seven hours. They’ve been fucking like monsters while catching up at the same time for seven fucking hours.
"Yeah... she’s definitely going to need to rest tomorrow."
He opened his chats. A few messages from Kira, Emily, and Lira. Dozens of other requests from people he didn’t know and he ignored them all.
He opened Lira’s chat. 15 texts. And a video of him and Teacher Thomas fighting. He forwarded it to the account that had messaged him yesterday evening.
Then he tossed the phone aside and crawled back to Amira.
She was barely conscious, but she moved anyway, she could move now. Perks of being a Blessed, but it was, slow, instinctive. She was drifting onto him even in sleep. Clinging to him.
He pulled her close, burying his face in her hair. It still smelled like expensive shampoo. Guess she does use human things after all.
Exhaustion even his Primordial Healing couldn’t cure... pulled him under. His brain was not meant from this Primordial healing stuff... he needs to get stronger.
Those messages and getting stronger thoughts could wait till tomor—later though. He needs to fucking sleep right now. Sleeping after a good fuck is definitely the best way to sleep.
And he slept off.