Chapter 78
Euclid pushed himself deeply inside her.
“Hnnngh…!”
He withdrew until only the tip of himself remained, then thrust deep again, repeating the motion over and over again. Each time he lifted his hips slightly and drove into her inner depths, Sylaria’s vision went white.
“Huu, Sy…lari, a…”
“Haah, Eu…clid…!”
As if responding to her call, Euclid bent down and kissed her urgently. While his hips moved in a frenzy, his tongue tangled with hers, their mouths wet with shared breath.
It was so intense and relentless that it was hard to tell if this was merely an act of purification, or an act of passion between lovers.
After kissing her lips, Euclid’s mouth trailed to her neck, collarbone, and even her chest, pressing his lips down as if to leave a mark on every inch of her.
“Ahh, hnnh, nngh…”
As the wet sounds from her deepened, Euclid’s movements grew rougher. He moved his large frame with fierce energy, increasing his speed.
“So good… so damn, good…”
Cursing under his breath, Euclid pulled Sylaria’s body close, thrusting again and again so that his weight struck firmly against her hips.
“Ah, ahhngh, aah, AHH!”
The sticky sound of motion, Sylaria’s cries, and the slap of their bodies blended into one, filling the room.
Then, when the think head of his length struck deep inside her—
“Ah, ahh, ahhhh!”
Sylaria felt as if she were soaring upward only to plunge down at terrifying speed. The sensation of floating and then falling was both electrifying and blissful.
Her whole body trembled with fine convulsions, and the inner walls joined with him quivered tightly. At the same time—
“Kgh…!”
Euclid’s body hardened like stone as his release poured deep inside her.
Sylaria, still in the throes of her climax, pressed her thighs together and shuddered. Apart from breathing, she could do nothing but cling to him.
“Haa… haa…”
“Huuu…”
Even after finishing, Euclid still held her close. When Sylaria’s breathing gradually calmed, he slowly withdrew his pillar from her.
Sylaria closed her eyes to catch her breath. This should have been enough to satisfy and purify him. Perhaps she could take a short nap to recover her strength.
But as if mocking her thought, he pulled her up. Just as she was about to ask why, the skirt connected to her bodice slipped down to the floor.
“Euclid!”
Left in only her undergarments, garter, and stockings, Sylaria gave a sharp cry.
But Euclid, unfazed, took her hand and placed it on the sofa’s backrest.
“Like this. Yes.”
He guided Sylaria to kneel on the sofa, her hips raised, facing the backrest. Just as she turned her head to look at him—
Euclid’s hands gripped her hips, and his thick arousal pushed into her wet entrance.
“ANNGH!”
The sudden entry made Sylaria’s back arch. Her hands clutched the sofa’s backrest tightly.
Behind her, Euclid drew back slowly and then thrust deep again.
Though he had clearly reached release just moments before, he was somehow fully hard once more. Having no choice but to accept him again, Sylaria gasped out, breathless.
“You… finished just… now… hnnngh!”
“Just once more. Haah, just once more, okay?”
Euclid coaxed her in a sweet tone, yet even as he spoke his hips kept moving, his c**k sliding in and out without pause. When she tried to protest, a burst of her arousal spilled from her, sliding down her thighs.
And for a while after, words left Sylaria entirely, replaced only by breathless cries.
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