Chapter 90: Lynx and Amira on the Streets I
The sheer intensity of the pounding, the raw power of his thrusts, pushed her into a state of sensory overload. She felt her vision blur as a massive, crashing wave of pleasure hit her.
It wasn’t just a peak... it was a collapse. She collapsed onto the bed, her voice reduced to a series of needy moans as her internal muscles squeezed his cock in a frantic, pulsing grip.
Lynx was reaching his limit. The feeling of her pulsing around him, the sight of her flushed skin and the sound of her prayers to his name, pushed him over.
He delivered three final, devastatingly deep thrusts, pinning her chest to the mattress.
With a roar of triumph, Lynx locked his hips against her ass and unloaded. He felt his cock throb violently as he blasted load after load of hot, thick cum deep into her womb.
The sensation was electric, a total release of every ounce of tension in his body. He stayed buried inside her, pulsing, ensuring that every drop of his seed filled her to the brim, the heat of his cum mixing with her own juices.
They stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily, their hearts racing in unison. But the clock was still ticking. They still had probably a few minutes left, and the fire hadn’t been extinguished it had only been stoked.
Lynx pulled out with a wet plop sound, a mixture of cum and cream leaking from her pussy.
He didn’t let her rest, she asked for it. Not him, and he’s going to give her a fraction of it. He flipped her back over and returned to her pussy, his tongue working with renewed vigor.
He licked her clean of his own seed, his tongue diving deep into her hole, swirling around her g spot.
"Ohhh gods yesss~"
She felt the familiar sensation on her lower parts. It was approaching faster and faster. More faster than the rest. This orgasm was purely clitoral, a sharp, piercing peak.
Lynx’s tongue was relentless, flicking and sucking until Amira was sobbing. She felt a sudden, electric jolt shoot from her clit to her toes.
Her body stiffened, her breath catching in her throat before she let out a long, high pitched scream. It was a concentrated burst of pleasure, leaving her shaking and hypersensitive.
"I can’t... I can’t take any more," she whimpered, though her hips were still begging for him. The pleasure she always felt with him was mind numbing.
"You can take it all," Lynx whispered, his voice dripping with desire.
He stood up and pulled her to the edge of the bed, her legs draped over his shoulders. He entered her one last time, the friction now almost unbearable in its intensity.
He wasn’t just fucking her... he was claiming her. He drove into her with everything he had, his movements frantic and raw.
This final climax was the most intense of all. It was a total systemic failure. As Lynx hammered into her, Amira felt a crescendo building that felt like it would tear her apart.
When it finally broke, it was a cataclysm. She didn’t just come... she convulsed. Her entire body shook with the force of the orgasm, her pussy clamping down on his cock with a strength that was almost painful.
She moaned his name like a prayer, her voice a broken whisper, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her completely spent and hollowed out.
As she peaked, Lynx hit his own limit again. The sight of her completely undone, the feeling of her internal walls milking him for the last time, triggered his second release.
It was even more powerful than the first. Lynx let out a guttural scream, his body locking up as he delivered a final, deepest possible thrust. Careful not to scatter her womb.
He buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing violently as he blasted another massive load of cum deep into her straight to her womb.
He felt the heat of the seed filling her, overflowing and spilling out of her gaping pussy, coating his balls and her thighs in a thick, white glaze.
He collapsed on top of her, their skin slick with sweat and fluids. They lay there in the silence, the only sound their ragged breathing.
They had made every second count, leaving nothing on the table, their bodies entwined in a messy, beautiful aftermath of pure, unadulterated lust.
"You are a fucking sex god." She breathed. He made her cum five intense times in a short period.
"Thanks for the compliment." Lynx grinned, dick still hard. But they had a place to go.
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"So where are we going exactly?" Lynx asked, slouched in the passenger seat of Amira’s silver colored "poor" automobile, arms crossed, watching the world blur past.
Amira kept both hands on the wheel, eyes forward, but her mouth was curved up like she knew a secret. "You’ll see, don’t worry."
Lynx huffed and tugged the veil band over his forehead, tying it low so the faint silver glow under his skin was gone, not completely gone, but dim enough that people would think he’s human. His hair styled differently, he can’t exactly hide his beautiful eyes... at least people won’t notice.
Across from him, Amira wore a tiny mask, an artifact, stupidly expensive, he choked on the price when he saw it in her bag earlier. It hid the soft light bleeding off her skin, made her look like a normal human. Just a very, unfairly beautiful normal human.
They left the gates of her big house behind, the lights fading until it was just trees and then cracked roads and then actual neighborhoods.
The background started changing, it was still beautiful, but rougher around the edges, wires overhead, shops with hand painted signs, kids on bikes, food carts steaming in the dark.
Lynx’s head was pressed to the window, blue and silver eyes wide, catching every lantern, every shout, every dog sleeping in a doorway. He looked like the kid he was supposed to have been.
Amira glanced over and saw it, and her chest did that stupid soft thing. She’s going to make him enjoy himself, she decided right there.
"I guess you haven’t been to this part of town," Amira said, voice quiet.
"Since I woke up from the deathbed I was in for 5 years, I don’t really remember much," Lynx said, still watching outside, breath fogging the glass a little. "I mean I was 13 when I got afflicted, my early childhood, I don’t remember much."
And it wasn’t entirely a lie.