Chapter 407 - 406 - Will she kill me when I wake up?
She was being held up entirely by his arms now, her thighs fallen open either side of him, dead weight, and he was still moving, still driving upward into the loose soaked heat of her, her cunt so wet and worked that there was no friction anymore, just the obscene slick suction of her body trying to keep him inside every time he drew back.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!!
"Oungh~!! Ah~!! AAAHHH~!!!"
Her hair — silver-grey gone dark with sweat — swung against the wall with every thrust. Her tits swung forward with each upstroke, nipples so swollen they left wet prints against his collarbone, the weight of them real and heavy between them.
’He’s going to make me — in the air — like this — I’m going to —’
Viktor felt her start to dissolve.
He walked her back from the wall — still buried, still moving — turned, and lowered her back toward the floor in the same folded position from before, knees toward her chest, calves back over his shoulders, her body taken from vertical back to pinned.
The transition never broke his rhythm.
PAAAH!!
"HIEKK~!!!"
She hit the floor and he drove in from above and the angle shift rewrote everything again — the drop from being held up to being pinned down — and the first hot clench of her orgasm started at the base of her spine.
He grabbed her thighs — pressed them harder against her breasts, folding her tighter, and the angle shifted and she made a sound that wasn’t human and her cunt clenched around him like a fist.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!!
"Mngh~!! AHH~!! HIIEEKK~!!!"
"Rgh — fuck—"
He buried himself.
All the way. Every inch. The root of him grinding against her hairy folds, the head of him pressed against the absolute deepest point she had, and then the first rope of him fired.
Thick. Scalding. Direct.
Her eyes blew wide.
’It’s — hot — the flood of it — too hot too deep too much — I can feel each pulse — feel that thing inside me twitching — painting me somewhere I’ve never — my brain is —’
"Not inside — you — brat —"
The words came out cracked and furious and half a second too late, the voice of Celestia Whitefall clawing back from the haze just long enough to object to what was already done.
He didn’t stop.
PAH! PAH!!
He moved — still buried, short grinding thrusts, cock pulsing inside her with every pump of his hips, pushing each load deeper, the slick wet sound of her cunt overflowing obscene and quiet in the hut as his cum seeped back around him and dripped.
"Hngh~!! Ah~!! AANGHH~~!!"
Her cunt clenched in waves — not controlled, not chosen, the rhythmic desperate grip of a body cresting toward something it had never crested toward before, her inner walls milking him through his finish like they’d been designed for exactly this and had just been waiting.
Her back left the floor.
Shoulders clear, legs still folded against her chest by his hands and his weight, her whole spine arching in a hard rigid bow, the enormous weight of her tits pressing against her own knees, nipples dark and leaking against the inside of her thighs.
’Everything is — I can’t — the thing inside me is still going — still hot — still filling me — I —’
"AANNGHH~~!!!"
Full volume.
Raw. Unmanaged. The sound of Celestia Whitefall experiencing her first orgasm while being held folded in half and filled by a man who hadn’t asked, the sound of a warrior whose body had completely and without apology switched sides, every muscle from her thighs inward clenching in violent rhythmic pulses around his still-grinding cock.
She squirted.
Hard — the warm rush of it flooding against his base, soaking them both, her release and his mixed together dripping down onto the floor in a spreading slick, and from where they were joined the slow heavy drops fell straight down onto the wood below — the same sound she’d heard when he held her in the air, the same quiet evidence of what he’d done to her, pooling patient beneath them both.
’I can hear it hitting the floor. I can hear me. That’s — I can’t stop —’
She couldn’t stop the pulses, couldn’t stop the clenching, her cunt wringing itself out around him with total commitment.
Her eyes rolled.
Back. Slow. The glassy upward drift of someone whose brain had simply filed a notice of temporary closure — not unconscious, past the line of consciousness, the warrior gone somewhere deep and quiet behind whites that caught the dim hut light.
Her thighs stopped fighting his hands.
Her fingers spread flat and still against the floor.
Viktor kissed her.
Hard. Mouth pressing to her parted lips while she was gone, while her eyes were still rolled and her body was still shaking through the last waves of it, his hips still grinding slow and deep, pushing his cum further into her with each movement, sealing it inside her with his body.
"Umh... Slurp... Mmmpphh~~!!"
He kissed her again.
Felt her lips soft and unresisting against his, tasted the salt of her, felt the last aftershock move through her cunt in a small private clench.
’Probably.’
He didn’t stop grinding.
’Worth it.’
Her chest rose and fell under the folded press of her own legs. Silver-grey hair gone dark with sweat, spread across the floor. Lashes against flushed cheeks. Lips parted around each shallow breath.
He held the position — her folded, him buried, both of them joined in the quiet aftermath of something that couldn’t be taken back — and the system notification blinked patient and ignored at the edge of his vision.
He’d get to it.
He unfolded her legs, slow and careful, lowering her thighs to the floor on either side of him.
He didn’t pull out.
The spreading slick beneath them had gone still and dark on the wood. Proof. Quiet. Permanent.
He looked at her face and waited for the eyes to find their way back down.
’She’s going to remember all of it.’
The smile came back small.
’Every single second of it.’