Chapter 88
After a brief time adjusting to each other’s bodies, Bjorn pulled her trembling leg closer and slowly began to roll his hips. She was so tight he could barely withdraw once, yet the fluids they shared gradually aided the movement.
“Nh, ngh, ahng—”
With the man’s hips moving gently back and forth, the damp inner walls and the equally wet flesh rubbed slickly together.
Relieved by the stimulation not being too intense, she soaked in the warm heat for a moment, then as the thrusting gradually grew rougher Leila unknowingly curled her toes tightly.
“Hut, ah, Bj, orn, ngh…”
At some point, rather than the friction of skin, the pounding impact deep inside and the thick shaft pressing firmly against her inner walls began to deliver a crackling pleasure through her body.
His firm body, overflowing with strength, kept crashing into her as if to burn her away. The clawlike tip scratched at her melted softness. The raw sensation resonated not only below but up into her head, burning her to the marrow.
“Ha, Bjorn, this, feels, strange… hiic, stop, just, a mo, ment…!”
Because her head tipped back, only thin sounds spilled from her throat. Though she half cried and pleaded, Bjorn, who had seemed as if he would grant anything she said, now pressed on without even blinking, as if no longer sane.
“It’s alright, Leila.”
For a moment she was fooled by the soothing tone.
“I’m trying to make it feel strange.”
The thrusting flesh speared mercilessly upward and her mind blurred.
His claim he could not perform as a man was the most deceitful lie he had ever told.
Without a hint of fatigue, with a steady rhythm and perhaps even fiercer than before, Bjorn hammered below as if awakening her sensations.
Each time his raging member split through her inner walls, her limbs went limp as though her bones had melted away. Only the walls receiving him stiffened fiercely, clinging to the intruder and refusing to let go.
“Hah, aah, Leila… inside you, haa, is so hot and tight, I feel like I’ll go mad.”
The moment they rushed toward climax together felt unbearably special. She pulled at Bjorn’s slackened neck and tangled tongues with him wildly.
Though she had no strength, she stubbornly wrapped her limbs tightly around his body. She wanted to feel him with every sense she possessed.
If possible, she wished to touch him with even more of herself, to become one body with him everywhere they could meet.
“Aah, ah, ahh!”
“Mngh, ah…!”
Bjorn’s rough breathing and low boiling groans pierced her ears. At the same time the fierce pounding striking her deepest place made her cry out like a scream.
Climax surged like a tidal wave. The ever rising swell crashed down and swept away her reason. The world faded except for Bjorn in her arms. It was ecstasy she had never known, an intense pleasure that felt addictive after a single taste consumed her.
She was not the only one struggling in that rippling sensation. From the moment he buried himself completely inside her delicate heat, Bjorn had to grit his teeth against the blazing pleasure.
If he did not, the pressing urge to release would spill out at once. Driven only by the will to show Leila pleasure, he barely endured at the brink and continued to hold on for some time after.
Whenever the slick, tight walls clung around him like their master, lightning-like pleasure shot through his back.
And at last, feeling Leila’s climax, he released the desire he had been restraining, wandering the highest heaven before collapsing into her arms.
His body, reason gone and only instinct remaining, poured all his desire and seed inside her, yet still continued shallow thrusts, wet and slick. Each time he withdrew and drove back in, the overflowing release spilling out like a flooding river satisfied him immensely.
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