Chapter 42
Chapter 42
“It feels good, but… haa… I don’t have… the strength…”
Her words seemed genuine. Her thighs trembled, and she collapsed against him. As his thick length slid inside, Arietta cried out.
“Now… this is… perfect for me.”
After a few exploratory strokes within her yielding warmth, Isaac nipped at her cheek. His low, rough voice seemed to melt her from the inside out. She felt a sense of surrender, a willingness to let anything happen.
Her other desires were eclipsed by the overwhelming pleasure.
Isaac held her tightly as she continued to slide against him. With each downward thrust of his hips, she was lifted and dropped, the penetration feeling deeper than before.
Arietta buried her face in his shoulder, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. All other sensations faded, leaving only the sound of Isaac’s breathing and the wet sounds from below.
After several waves of dizzying blackness, her second cl*max hit. Her stomach fluttered. Isaac’s sweat-slicked body was slippery against hers.
Arietta thought she could melt away into him, disappear completely. Her heart hammered against her ribs, cruelly refusing to stop.
***
“Haah, ung… ah, uhh, haa…!”
Kneeling and bent over, Arietta clutched the sheets, her hips raised.
Isaac hadn’t left her bedroom. As if determined to make up for weeks of pent-up desire, he’d been relentlessly taking advantage of her weakened state.
It was now bright morning. Isaac had woken with a hard-on and immediately thrust himself into Arietta’s worn-out body, waking her in the process.
They’d already finished one round and were well into their second.
“Haa…”
“Hnn, mm…”
The steady rhythm of Isaac’s thrusts was almost mechanical. He was tireless, while Arietta was the one left in ruins. Each slap of flesh against flesh sent her spiraling into a haze.
Such intense pleasure bordered on pain. Yet, she now felt an emptiness without him inside her. And emptiness, for Arietta, was worse than pain.
Suddenly, Isaac increased his pace. Gripping her hips so tightly his fingers left marks, he pounded into her without mercy. Though seemingly random, his thrusts continued to hit and scrape against her most sensitive spots, sending flashes of white light across her vision.
“Ah, I, mm… ! I’m going…!”
Before she could finish, a mind-numbing org*sm seized her. She pressed her bre*sts into the sheets, arching her back.
Her n*pples, swollen from being sucked and pinched, throbbed. Her entire lower body was equally inflamed.
Into the writhing walls of Arietta’s peak, Isaac spilled his own release. His hard abdomen and chest pressed against her back.
His hands, which had been gripping her hips, slid between the sheets to knead her bre*sts.
His still-engorged length nudged against her inner walls as if reluctant to leave. He then nipped lightly at the nape of her neck.
His canines were elongated. Such physical changes sometimes occurred when he was aro*sed. Arietta instinctively tensed.
He didn’t leave a mark. Post-coitus, Isaac was lenient. Arietta relaxed, wiggling her toes. Isaac, who had been enjoying the afterglow on top of her, sat up.
“I have to take care of some things I’ve neglected because of you.”
His voice was rough with sleep. Arietta shivered at the sound, which seemed to melt her from the inside out. Isaac chuckled, amused by how easily her body responded to a mere sentence.
“I’m going out today.”
Arietta blinked. His words finally registered.
“Where… are you going?”
Her throat was raw from days of crying out. Isaac gently grasped and massaged her throat. The sensation went from a choking pressure to a soothing warmth.
“The Remains Retrieval welcome ceremony.”
Isaac released her throat.
The Remains Retrieval team. Dispatched periodically from the sky city, they came to the surface in search of traces of rare creatures said to have died in Downstream.
Isaac always went to greet them. They brought vast quantities of supplies and luxury goods. Isaac would receive and inspect these, trading them for materials for pleasure and prisoners, then ensure the safety of these sky-scented dandies as they searched Downstream.
‘So today’s the day.’
Arietta burrowed into the sheets, her eyes darting around.
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