Chapter 59 - Aftermath (R-18)
Rexa rose and fell above him in a rolling rhythm, her long dark hair cascading down her back like wet silk.
Every downward roll of her hips swallowed his cock to the root, her thick ass bouncing against his thighs with soft, wet impacts. The wet sounds filled the quiet room while droplets of sweat and slick trailed down the curve of her spine.
’Guess being called a sex demon isn’t that bad huh.’
The thought flickered through Cale’s dazed mind as he stared up at the sight of her. His hands gripped her hips, thumbs pressing into soft flesh, guiding her just enough to keep the angle deep.
From below, the view was even more obscene. Her pink folds stretched tightly around his thick shaft, glistening with every upward glide before she sank down again. Slick dripped in thin strands onto his stomach, the wet, sticky sound of their joining sharp and rhythmic.
Rexa’s head tipped back, a broken moan spilling from her open mouth. Her heavy breasts bounced with every hard drop of her hips, nipples tight and flushed. She rode him faster now, chasing the building pressure, thighs trembling on either side of his waist.
"Ah...! Hah...!"
The cries grew higher, more desperate. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him in tight, greedy pulses.
"I–I’m cumming!"
Rexa’s body seized as the climax tore through her. Her inner walls clamped down hard around Cale’s cock, milking him in tight, rhythmic pulses.
Thick ropes of his seed had already flooded her, and more of it forced out around his shaft with every trembling clench, dripping in heavy strands onto his stomach.
"Heut... I ...can still continue after cumming...!"
The breathless confession left her lips even as her thighs quivered. She didn’t stop moving. Instead she rolled her hips in slow, deep circles, grinding down until every last drop was forced deeper inside her.
"Haah...haah...you came so much, young master..."
Her voice was soft, almost reverent.
She leaned forward, placing one hand against his chest for balance while the other braced beside his head. Long dark hair spilled over both of them like a curtain. Her heavy breasts pressed against his torso, slick with sweat, as she looked down at him with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes.
The wet sounds of their joined bodies continued—soft, sticky, intimate—while she kept him buried to the hilt.
"I love you, my lord."
The words slipped out quietly, honest and unguarded. For a moment the only answer was the faint creak of the bed and the lingering heat between them.
Cale stared up at her, chest still rising and falling hard. Somewhere in the haze of pleasure and afterglow, a single thought burned bright and ridiculous in his mind.
’I freakin’ love Yanderes!!’
The next morning, Cale awoke to the sound of birds chirping.
The very first thing he did was look around for Rexa, but it didn’t take long. That gorgeous face was right there next to him.
The woman looked beautiful in her sleep.
"Phew...heh" With a small sigh of relief, he thought back on the events of the previous night.
Both of them had enjoyed it quite a lot... especially her.
’I was in the lead at first, at least. I didn’t want to let her get the best of me like before, so I gave it everything I had. Sadly, things turned around in the mid. The woman just had more stamina than me. And like our very first time, she’d just kept going...goddammit, women around me are just monsters, sigh.’
Looking at her sleeping next to him now, with that content expression on her face was filling him with tender feelings. She’d been like a raging beast last night, but now she looked like some angel sent to grace this barren land. It put a smile on his face.
Squirming around a little, he reached out to touch her belly.
"Oooh, my, oh my... just how much does she train"
She had a decent amount of fat on her. But right underneath that, there was a layer of remarkably dense muscle.
When he touched against her skin, a slightly hard six-pack revealed itself.
’My abs aren’t bad either, but this... this is really something, was I always into this...hoh! Has my kink developed?!’
How was it even possible to have a body like this without getting all macho mommy?
It was a miracle her waist was still so slender. She must have trained all of her obliques and hip muscles in balance with each other.
What was it about muscles on a woman that made them so incredibly sexy?
He slowly moved his hand up, in the direction of the great tits clearly visible, the blanket was only pulled till her waist after all.
He had to scale these Mountains, and a new day will dawn for all men of culture!
Rexa slept deeply beside him, her breathing soft and even, dark hair spilled across the pillow like ink. The faint scent of sex and sweat still clung to the air.
His gaze drifted down to the full, heavy curves of her breasts, soft and relaxed in sleep, nipples still faintly flushed from earlier, it hadn’t been more than two hours after all.
He reached out without thinking. One large hand cupped the nearest breast, fingers sinking into the warm, yielding flesh. He squeezed gently at first, feeling the weight of it, then more firmly, thumb brushing over the soft peak.
Rexa stirred only slightly, a quiet breath leaving her lips, but she did not wake.
Emboldened, Cale leaned in.
His mouth closed over the other nipple, warm and wet. He sucked slowly, drawing the soft bud between his lips, tongue circling with lazy pressure. The taste of her skin and the faint salt of sweat filled his mouth.
His hand continued to knead the breast he held, fingers spreading and squeezing, watching the soft flesh yield and rebound.
She remained lost in sleep, lips slightly parted, completely unaware as he suckled and fondled her in the dim light, unable to stop himself from tasting what was already his.
Cale’s cock had hardened again against her soft thigh. He shifted closer, sliding the thick length between her legs until the hot shaft pressed directly against her still-slick folds.
The head nudged her entrance with every small movement, smearing the lingering wetness along his length.
He kept his mouth busy at her breast, teeth grazing the stiffened nipple in soft bites before soothing it with his tongue. Both hands had drifted lower.
He gripped the full curves of her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh and spreading the cheeks apart. One fingertip circled the tight ring of her asshole in slow, teasing strokes while the other found her clit, rubbing in lazy, firm circles.
Rexa’s eyes had already opened.
She lay still, watching him through half-lidded lashes, breath carefully measured so he would not notice.
The heat of his cock against her pussy, the dual pressure of his fingers, the soft sting of his teeth on her nipple—all of it sent quiet sparks through her body. Yet she did not speak. She simply watched him, letting him believe she still slept while he explored her with slow, hungry greed.
After a few minutes, she could not control herself anymore. She grabbed his hand tightly. He looked up in surprise.
"Uh... this... well, you know... damn..."
’N-No.. why am I apologising? Fuck!! I-I’m weak against dominant women!’
She didn’t let go of his hand. Instead, she spun to sit on top of him, tangling her limbs around his and locking them above his head.
There wasn’t anger burning in her eyes, it was lust.
Stroking his morning wood so fast, she kissed his neck.
’Oi, even I’m not this horny all the time!’
"W-wait! Gently, gentlyyyy! Could you slow down a little, Rexa? Honey?! Wife of mine?! We just spent all night tog—ughh!"
As he squeaked like a bashful school girl, she began to ravish him again.