Summoned a God by Mistake, Now He Won’t Go Back - Chapter 111

He stopped the light, playful pecks and captured her lips in a deeper kiss. As the pressure stole her breath, Fay suddenly regretted allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

But regret barely flickered across her face before his lips and tongue consumed her senses entirely, making it clear this choice was irreversible.

Amusingly and admirably, he remembered her earlier criticism and kept his eyes closed. She’d tried so hard during the day to gain the upper hand, but it was hopeless.

Fay surrendered with a soft smile, wrapping her arms around his neck and matching his rhythm.

As their tongues tangled in deep kisses, Alnazir began moving his hips gently, not thrusting deep, but stroking her middle. Fay gave a low moan.

“Deeper.”

Her pleading voice made his ears feel like they’d melt. He pressed his forehead to hers, nuzzling. When he paused, Fay’s eyes flew open, glaring.

“More.”

“More what?”

“Lord Al, you know exactly what. Stop being difficult and do it properly.”

She tried to look fierce, but her eyes showed her desperation instead. Anyone watching would see she was the one more urgent and eager.

Alnazir sank deeper without further teasing.

“Like this?”

“Nngh—ah—yes—hah—!”

Fay gasped, nails raking his back. She clung to him instinctively, looking more adorable than ever.

Smiling contentedly, he continued thrusting. Soon sweat beaded on her face and body. He stripped off her damp sleepwear entirely, pressing skin to sticky skin.

“Ah—I’m—close—nngh!”

Before finishing her sentence, she threw her head back, clenching tightly around him. The searing grip made him climax with her.

Gasping through aftershocks, Fay’s face was utterly lewd. It was his favorite sight. The satisfaction of pleasuring her stirred him again.

Yet something nagged. The pleasure was exquisite, but one goal remained unmet.

“I knew it wouldn’t be easy…”

Alnazir murmured to himself. How could he impregnate her?

Should he flood her small, flat belly with more seed than it could hold? Couple every day without fail? Keep planting until it takes root?

Lost in thought, he noticed her breathing had steadied. Her inner walls, still gripping him, had relaxed slightly.

“Fay… think you can take more?”

At first, she blinked stupidly, not understanding. He repositioned her, lifting her hips and pulling her closer.

“Huh? Wait, you can’t be serious. Impossible—you’re already all the way in! What are you putting again?”

Finally understanding the situation, she struggled.

“I never tried before because it seemed your small body seemed incapable. But tonight feels… possible.”

“Why are you suddenly so confident? It’s impossible! Don’t underestimate your own c**k!”

“C**k?”

He frowned, processing the unfamiliar term. Then comprehension dawned.

“Say it again, Fay. It’s delightfully crude—I like it.”

“Are you even listening? That wasn’t praise! It’s impossible!”

“You can do it. You’re far stronger than you think.”

He believed in her, for better or worse. Any other time, those words would have warmed her. Now, they sounded like mockery.

“I’ll literally break! You know I hate pain!”

“You won’t hurt. I’ll only make it good.”

His eyes curved in that familiar curves.

So much had changed since their first meeting—their relationship, her perception of him. She’d gone from desperately fleeing to tangled naked and sweat-soaked.

But one thing remained constant: that smile in his eyes! Then and now, his crescent-eyed smile radiated pure wickedness.