I Die to Rise: Resurrection System

Lena had a wicked grin on her face.

She rocked her hips once, slowly, pressing down against the growing hardness beneath her, and the friction alone made Kurt’s breath hitch. He wasn’t still at a hundred percent, but for this? He’d push through any inconveniences.

She looked different now that she was wearing something other than her prison uniform. Her loose tank top hung off one shoulder and her shorts did absolutely nothing to hide the curves underneath.

Kurt’s hands stayed firmly on her ass, fingers digging in with just the right amount of pressure to make her breath catch in her throat.

With a crooked smile on his face, he gave her ass another firm squeeze, the smack echoing softly in the quiet room. "I do owe you for that scorpion night."

Lena’s golden eyes darkened with hunger. She leaned down, lips brushing against his ear as her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Then pay up, tiger."

She kissed him hard and hungry as her tongue explored his mouth like she was trying to map every inch of it.

Kurt met her with equal fire, one hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair while the other kept kneading her ass like he owned it.

The kiss broke only when they both needed air. Lena sat up, tail swishing behind her, and peeled her top off in one smooth motion.

Her breasts bounced free, nipples already tight in the cool night air, spotted skin gleaming faintly in the moonlight streaming through the window.

Kurt’s gaze raked over her like a man who’d just been handed the keys to heaven. "Fuck me, you’re gorgeous."

"Thanks," she said, already grinding against him in slow circles while her fingers worked at his belt buckle.

She pulled down his pants, freeing his cock, and it sprang up hard between them. Then Lena wrapped her fingers around him, giving one slow stroke that made Kurt groan low in his throat.

Kurt shook his legs, struggling to fully take off his pants and kick out his shoes with both feet at the same time.

"I’m going to be honest," Lena admitted as she stroked him again. "I’ve been thinking about this since the desert."

She rose up on her knees, positioned him at her entrance, and sank down in one wet slide.

The sensation was so intense that they both moaned.

Lena was tight, hot, and already soaked. She took him to the hilt on the first try, hips rolling as she adjusted to the stretch, and Kurt’s head fell back against the pillow, hands gripping her thighs hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks.

"Christ, Lena..."

She started moving slow at first, savoring every inch. Up until just the head remained inside her, then down again, taking him deep, her inner walls clenching around him so tight he felt it deep in his bones.

Her tail curled around his calf, anchoring herself, and Kurt watched her ride him, mesmerized by the way her breasts bounced, the way her abs flexed with each movement, the way her ears twitched every time he hit that perfect spot inside her.

He let her set the pace for a few minutes while his hands roamed freely—squeezing her ass, pinching her nipples gently, sliding up to cup her face so he could pull her down for another filthy kiss.

Then he flipped them.

One moment she was on top. The next, Kurt had rolled them both, pinning her beneath him in missionary. Lena laughed breathlessly, legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.

"Greedy," she teased.

"You have no idea, love," he growled, and buried himself in her, fucking her hard and steady as his hips moved forward with a relentless rhythm.

Lena’s claws popped out involuntarily, digging into his back and leaving red lines that healed almost instantly thanks to his new resurrection perks. She couldn’t help but moan his name like it was a curse and a prayer at the same time while he fucked her.

Kurt hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, changing the angle entirely. The new depth made her eyes roll back, lips parting on a silent scream as he leaned down, biting the junction of her neck and shoulder, marking her.

"Fuck—Kurt—right there—"

He gave it to her. Faster. Deeper. The bed creaked dangerously beneath them, and Lena’s tail lashed against the sheets, knocking pillows to the floor.

When she started clenching around him, close to the edge, Kurt slowed deliberately, drawing it out just to torture her. He pulled almost all the way out, then slid back in torturously slow.

"Tease," she hissed, nails raking down his chest.

"I’m just getting started," he shot back with a wicked grin.

Then he flipped her again, this time onto her stomach. Lena pushed up on her elbows immediately, ass raised in perfect invitation, tail swishing in anticipation.

Kurt didn’t need words. He gripped her hips and drove back inside in one smooth thrust. Doggy suited her perfectly with her back arched beautifully, tail curling around his thigh, ears flat against her head with pleasure.

He fucked her like that for long minutes, one hand sliding around to rub her clit in tight circles while the other kept her pinned exactly where he wanted her.

Lena came hard the first time, body shuddering violently as she let out a muffled cry into the mattress, walls pulsing around him so tight he had to grit his teeth to keep control.

When she finally caught her breath, she pressed her temple to his forehead from behind, eyes closed.

"Four years," she whispered. "Four fucking years I forgot what this felt like."

Kurt kissed her softly. "We’ve got all night to make up for it."

He pulled her upright until her back was pressed against his chest, one arm banded across her breasts to hold her steady, the other still working between her legs as he thrust upward in a new angle that hit even deeper.

Lena’s head fell back against his shoulder, gasping for air. "Again," she demanded, voice completely wrecked. "Make me come again... please."

Kurt obliged. He increased his pace and rubbed his buzzing fingertips against her clit, using just enough static electricity to send tiny shocks through her nerves.

Lena shattered a second time, claws digging into his forearm and body trembling so much he had to hold her upright to keep her from collapsing.

"Fuck..." She was breathing hard. "Whatever that was?" She said weakly, "do that again."

Kurt grinned, rubbing her clit the same way as he kept fucking her.

He laid her on her side next, spooning behind her, one leg hooked over his hip. Then he began fucking her in slow, deep rolls of his hips this time that were lazy and intimate instead of quick and aggressive.

Lena reached back, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer so she could kiss him over her shoulder. Their tongues tangled while he fucked her with long, rolling strokes that made her whimper into his mouth.

"You feel so fucking good," he murmured against her lips. "I’ll make sure I give you those four years worth of orgasms you missed."

"Fuck, I’m cumming again," she gasped out even as her body shook, sweat plastering her hair across her face.

They lost track of positions after that. At one point he had her pressed against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her standing while her tail curled around his neck like a leash.

Later she rode him in reverse, facing the window so they could both watch the distant moonlight streaming in while she bounced on his cock with abandon.

Lena’s moan was loud enough that Kurt glanced at the door.

"Relax," she purred. "These walls are thick. Old money loves their privacy."

"Thank fuck for that," Kurt muttered, and filled her completely.

Every time she came, Kurt pushed her through it, drawing it out, making her shake and curse and beg in that husky voice that drove him insane.

By the time the moon had shifted across the sky, they were both slick with sweat, breathing hard, and nowhere near finished.

Lena pushed him onto his back once more and straddled him, but this time she didn’t sink down immediately. Instead, she leaned forward, breasts brushing against his chest, and whispered against his mouth, "My turn to be in charge for a while."

Kurt grinned lazily. "Yes, ma’am."

She reached down, guided him back inside her, and started riding him with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, grinding down on every stroke so her clit rubbed against him perfectly.

Kurt’s hands roamed everywhere, finding her ass, her waist, her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they were tight peaks again.

Lena’s pace gradually quickened. Her tail wrapped around his wrist, pinning one of his hands above his head playfully while she used the other to brace herself. She rode him like she was trying to erase every lonely night she’d spent in the Circle.

Kurt watched her through half-lidded eyes, memorizing every expression of how her ears flicked when he hit the right spot, how her lips parted on a silent moan, how her golden eyes dilated and went molten when she was close again.

He was getting close himself. The heat at the base of his spine was building fast, coiling tighter and tighter, and Lena felt it too. She leaned down, biting his lower lip to draw a tiny bead of blood.

"Don’t you dare come yet," she growled like an actual animal. "I’m not finished. I want to keep cumming with this cock."

Kurt laughed breathlessly. "You’re a dangerous one aren’t you?"

She slowed again intentionally, teasing them both, drawing it out until they were both trembling on the edge of release.

Outside the window, the first hints of dawn were beginning to paint the sky in soft pinks and golds. Inside the room, the night was far from over.

Lena lifted herself almost all the way off him, then sank down again, and Kurt’s hands tightened on her hips.

She wasn’t done cumming and Kurt could tell she wasn’t going to stop until she was fully satisfied.