Chapter 242(R18+)
"I need a shower," she announced. Her tone was entirely conversational, completely detached from the fact that she was standing naked in her foyer with her pussy juices running down her thighs.
She turned her back to him and started down the wide, illuminated hallway. "You can take a tour of the house. Or you can join me."
Zaeryn watched her walk away. The recessed lighting tracked her progress, highlighting the sleek line of her spine, the sharp curve of her hips, and the confident, deliberate sway of her ass.
She moved with careless elegance even in her undressed state. She was stunning, completely, devastatingly stunning—and even though he’d just come harder than he had in months, his cock was already stirring again.
He should have been spent. Limp. Done.
Instead, heat pooled low in his gut, his pulse quickening as arousal surged back with shocking intensity. His dick twitched, then hardened fully, jutting out thick and ready like he hadn’t just emptied himself down her throat minutes ago.
He let out a low, dry huff of amusement.
For a split second, a jagged urge spiked through him, the primal impulse to step forward, grab her by the hips, and drag her right back. .
Alright then. He kicked off his bunched-up pants and boots, leaving them on the floor, and followed her down the hall.
The master bathroom was massive, walled in dark slate and minimalist glass. The shower was an open-concept rainfall setup, and steam was already rapidly filling the room, fogging the mirrors and clinging to the tile.
This was the most luxurious bathroom Zaeryn had ever been, which was yet another statement of Daphne’s status.
Daphne was under the spray, her back to him. She had her head tilted back, the heavy torrent of hot water plastering her blue hair to her neck and streaming down her spine. Her hands were sliding slick with soap over her body.
When they ran over her massive boobs, Zaeryns felt himself hardened even more.
Zaeryn didn’t announce himself. He approached her from behind and his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back flush against his chest. His hands slid up, cupping both her breasts, palms covering the full weight of them. He squeezed firmly, thumbs brushing over her nipples, feeling them harden immediately under his touch.
Daphne’s breath caught in her throat, followed by a low, trembling moan. She leaned back into him, her wet hair plastering against his shoulder. She reached back with one hand, finding his throbbing cock. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke.
"Impressive recovery time," she murmured.
"I’m impressed with myself," Zaeryn muttered against her ear.
Daphne pivoted smoothly in his arms until she faced him. Water streamed between them, running down her breasts and pooling in her collarbone. Her violet eyes locked onto his, sharp and hungry.
"Finally," she said, her voice dropping its clinical edge entirely. "I’ve been looking forward to feeling you inside me again."
She guided him slowly downward, the swollen head brushing against her slick entrance. She held him there, teasing, not letting him push inside yet. Just pressure and heat.
"Well, I’m all yours tonight Doc," Zaeryn responded. He gripped her hips and pushed forward.
Daphne let him slide inside, inch by thick inch. An uncontrolled moan tore from her lips, her head falling back as her body stretched to accommodate his full girth.
"Fuck," she gasped, her voice breaking. She leaned her back against the cool slate wall, the chill of the stone a sharp contrast to the scalding water pouring over them.
Zaeryn held still for a heartbeat, feeling the tight, rhythmic pulse of her muscles clenching around him like a vise.
Then he started thrusting, hard and deep. The heavy, wet sound of their bodies colliding echoed off the tile, mixing with Daphne’s sharp gasps.
She met him thrust for thrust, rolling her hips to take him deeper, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Harder," she demanded, her nails digging into his back. "Don’t hold back."
Zaeryn obeyed. He pounded into her mercilessly, each thrust driving her back against the slick tile. Steam curled around them in thick clouds as he shifted the angle, driving upward to strike that perfect, deep spot with every brutal stroke.
Daphne’s head fell back, her eyes squeezed shut. "Yes, right there," she gasped, her voice raw.
Zaeryn stopped suddenly, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled out and spun her around in one smooth motion. She was now facing the wet slate wall.
"Hey, why... what are you doing!?" Daphne snapped. Her voice was sharp, genuine irritation slicing through her breathless haze. The sudden, shocking emptiness between her thighs was agonizing, but the abrupt loss of control was worse.
The one thing she hated just as much as losing control, was variables changing without her input, and she hated not being able to see him. "I didn’t tell you to stop."
Zaeryn let out a low, dry huff of amusement, completely unfazed by her temper. He stepped in close, the heat of his chest pressing flush against her wet back.
"You told me not to hold back," he murmured near her ear. His voice was entirely calm, lacking any forced dominance, just relaxed and completely certain. His hands settled heavily on her hips. He gave her a small slap that drew a moan from her, before pulling her back flush against his groin. "The angle is better this way. Hands on the wall."
Daphne let out a frustrated, shuddering breath. She wanted to fight him on it, but the heavy, throbbing ache between her legs won out. She clamped her jaw and planted her palms flat against the cold stone, bracing her weight.
Zaeryn didn’t just let her stand there. He pressed his palm flat between her shoulder blades, guiding her chest further forward against the wet slate. Water hammered down onto her back, running in small streams over the deep curve of her spine and pooling in the dimples above her ass.
He nudged her ankles wider, spreading her stance until she was completely open to him, her slick, swollen folds perfectly exposed.
He gripped his shaft and dragged the heavy head through her wetness, coating himself before pressing against her opening. Then, without making her wait another second, he drove his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal, heavy thrust.
The sound was filthy, a sharp, wet slap of flesh against flesh that echoed off the glass walls, followed immediately by the lewd squelch of her tight heat taking his full length.
The angle changed everything. He hit deeper instantly, striking a spot that sent a jolt of pleasure straight up Daphne’s spine.
Every ounce of her irritation vanished in a flash, completely wiped out by the blinding pleasure. A loud, breathless gasp tore from her throat, and she immediately understood exactly why he had moved her.
Zaeryn anchored his hands on her hips and set a punishing pace, pulling back and slamming deep. The sound of their coupling filled the steam-choked room, rhythmic, heavy thwacks as his hips collided with the plush curve of her ass, skin smacking wetly against skin.
Each time he drove forward, her body absorbed the blow with a soft umph, her massive tits bouncing and swaying heavily, nipples brushing against the condensation-slick tile, matching his rhythm perfectly with every driving thrust.
"Fuck," Zaeryn ground out, his voice deep and rough. The noise was dirty, the distinct, rhythmic schlap-schlap-schlap of his cock plunging in and out of her soaked cunt, mixed with the heavy smacking of his pelvis striking her ass cheeks.
Daphne’s arms trembled, her fingers scrabbling for a grip against the wall as he pounded her. Her blue hair hung in heavy wet strands, dripping water into her face as her head hung forward. "Harder," she choked out, pushing back to meet his thrusts, causing her heavy breasts to sway violently with the motion.
Zaeryn obliged, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. He pulled her back onto his cock as he snapped forward, maximizing the depth. The impact made Daphne’s tits jump from the force, the soft flesh rippling and bouncing with every brutal stroke.
Watching her tits swing and slap beneath her, the nipples dragging against the steamy air, was a hot sight for Zaeryn that almost drove him over the edge.
The sound of their fucking grew louder, wet, heavy, nonstop. The shower rain couldn’t drown out the noise of skin slamming into skin, or the lewd, sucking sounds her body made as he withdrew and slammed back inside, over and over, her breasts jiggling madly with each impact.
Daphne’s brilliant mind, usually so sharp and calculated, was completely melting. All her thoughts, all her variables and experiments, were wiped out by the thick, stretching heat of his cock sliding in and out of her.
"Nnngh... Ah... Ah... Ah!" Her moans bounced off the glass walls, growing louder and less controlled with every heavy thrust. She wasn’t holding back anymore. She couldn’t even if she tried.
Every time he bottomed out, hitting deep inside her, a sharp, helpless whine tore from her throat. "Oh god... Zaeryn... Ahhh... fuck!"
She was completely losing herself in the pleasure. Her knees buckled slightly, her thighs trembling so hard that she had to lean more of her weight against the cold, wet slate. The only things anchoring her to reality were his heavy hands bruising her hips, and the massive, throbbing dick splitting her open.
"Yes... yes... just like that... Ahhhh!" she whimpered loudly, her voice turning into a breathless, broken chant.
Her pussy clenched around him in tight, desperate spasms, instinctively milking his shaft as she chased the high. She was drowning in the sensation, her head falling forward, her eyes rolling shut under the heavy spray of the water. The arrogant, in-control Doctor Virellith was completely gone, replaced entirely by a woman mindlessly taking every brutal inch he gave her.
Zaeryn could feel the change inside her. The tight, wet walls of her pussy started to flutter, clenching around his thick shaft like a fist. She was right on the edge.
The rhythm shifted. Zaeryn slowed for a half-beat, his grip tightening on her hips, then drove forward with a series of short, vicious thrusts that punched the air from her lungs in sharp, broken gasps.
Daphne’s spine arched violently, her forehead knocking against the slate as her mouth fell open in a ragged, silent scream.
The sound of wet flesh meeting flesh grew messier, heavier, accompanied by the dirty, rhythmic squelch of her body gripping him tighter with every impact. Her arousal turned thick and heavy, running in milky streams down her thighs to swirl at the drain.
"Zaeryn—" she choked out, but the name dissolved into a high, broken cry that shattered against the glass walls.
Her thighs locked, muscles seizing up hard as something vicious and unstoppable coiled tight in her core. Her cunt fluttered around his shaft, then clamped down with brutal intensity, rhythmic spasms starting deep in her belly and rippling outward in relentless waves.
He felt it immediately, the way her body went from surrendering to viciously tight, the demanding milking sensation along his length as her orgasm ripped through her nervous system.
Daphne’s fingers clawed at the wall, nails scraping the stone with a sharp screech, her hips bucking back uncontrollably as she rode the peak. Hot fluid gushed around his cock in a sudden, slick flood, coating his shaft and balls, mixing with the shower water in a filthy stream down her trembling legs.
She shook violently, convulsing, her massive tits swaying in jerky, wild arcs as her entire body locked up and released in erratic spasms.
Zaeryn didn’t stop. He kept his hips snapping forward, pounding into her right through the climax.
"Fuck....too much...." she whimpered, completely overloaded, but her hips kept bucking back uncontrollably to ride the peak.
Zaeryn didn’t say a word, just wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, acting as a steady, solid anchor over the rush of the water as he held her through it.
The intense, squeezing friction was too much for him to hold back. He thrust twice more, brutal and hard, his hips stuttering, then buried himself to the root and held her pinned against the wall.
His cock kicked hard inside her, thick heat flooding her passage in heavy, rhythmic spurts. He groaned into her wet neck as he emptied himself, pulse after pulse filling her already soaked cunt. Daphne whimpered with each twitch of his shaft, her body still shuddering around him, involuntarily milking him dry with those tight, fluttering squeezes.
They froze like that, locked together, shaking, water beating down on their joined bodies.
Zaeryn stayed buried deep, feeling the aftershocks ripple through her, her cunt fluttering weakly now, oversensitive and twitching around his softening length.
The bathroom filled with the sound of harsh, ragged breathing and the fading echoes of their fucking. Daphne’s forehead rested against the wall, her blue hair a tangled, heavy curtain.
She caught her breath for a second, and then slowly pulled off the wall, turning around to face him.
Without warning, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him in as her mouth met his. Zaeryn responded instantly, his hands settling on the wet curve of her waist.
As he kissed her back, Daphne let out a soft exhale against his lips. She tightened her arms around his neck, pressing her body completely flush against his chest, and tilted her head to deepen the angle, opening up to him in a slow, lingering slide of tongues.
They had shared plenty of moments like this before, but this one felt entirely different. She was kissing him with far less lust, and far more genuine affection.