Chapter 109: An Even Twenty. [18+]
The moon had long since crossed its peak.
Lena lay on her back, chest heaving, hair a wrecked halo around her head, every muscle trembling with the aftershocks of too many orgasms to count.
Sweat glistened on her golden skin, her leopard-spotted breasts rising and falling rapidly, nipples still tight and dark from Kurt’s mouth. Her tail twitched weakly against the ruined sheets.
Kurt hovered over her, not tired, not slowing, not even close to finished.
She pressed both palms flat against his chest, fingers splayed, trying to push him back even though her hips were still rolling up to meet him on instinct.
"Okay," she gasped, voice wrecked and hoarse. "Okay. I need—just—one second—"
Kurt pulled back just enough to let her breathe, but he didn’t pull out. His thick cock stayed buried deep inside her, pulsing with every heartbeat, keeping her stretched and full.
His thumb traced slow, maddening circles against her hip bone, patient and unhurried, which somehow made it more intense.
"One second," he agreed pleasantly.
Lena stared at the ceiling, trying to remember her own name. Four years in the Circle had left her body starved for touch, and Kurt was feeding her like a man who’d been denied the same.
It was excessive, overwhelming, and the best thing that had ever happened to her.
"Right," she said finally, having recovered at least fifteen percent of her brain function. "Right. Okay," she said again.
Kurt’s grin told her he’d been watching her the whole time. "Better?"
"Shut up and—"
He thrust forward, slow and deep, and she forgot the rest of the sentence entirely.
Her back arched off the bed, nails finding his shoulders as he set a languid, devastating pace. Every stroke timed perfectly, pulling back until she felt hollow and then filling her completely, over and over, while his mouth found the side of her neck and stayed there.
Lena’s tail curled uselessly against the sheets. She couldn’t even control it anymore.
"Kurt—"
"Mm?"
"I can’t feel my fucking legs."
"You survived four years in the Circle," he murmured against her throat. "You’ll survive this."
He changed the angle slightly, just a small adjustment that somehow hit somewhere so precisely right that she dug her claws into his back and held on.
The new angle dragged the thick head of his cock across that spot inside her that made her see stars.
"Fuck—don’t—Kurt, I can’t take another one—"
The pace stayed measured, each thrust rolling deeper, and Lena felt the familiar heat gathering in her core again and hated it only because she loved it so much.
"I’m sure you’ve made me come like... sixteen times," she pointed out breathlessly. "That’s—that’s more than the law allows, surely—"
"Is that supposed to be a Minari law I’m not aware of?" Kurt asked with a grin and quickened his pace.
She came apart at the seams. Again. The orgasm crested and broke as she gushed, soaking the sheets beneath them.
"Fuck," Lena gasped, mortified. "Sorry, I—"
"Don’t apologize," Kurt growled, clearly enjoying it. "I want to make you do that again."
When it finally ebbed, she pushed weakly at his chest. "I’m calling it, mating check."
Kurt finally pulled out his throbbing length from her and sat on his knees, watching her with something between pride and amusement. "Another one of your made up Minari rules?"
"Well then, I’m implementing a new rule," Lena said, throwing her forearm over her eyes. "Lena’s rule. Too many orgasms, you stop."
"I believe we can go for seventeen, hell make it an even twenty," he said, reaching down to idly stroke her inner thigh.
She twitched violently and grabbed his wrist. "I don’t think so tiger."
After a minute of nothing but the sound of her own slow and steady breathing, she lowered her arm and glared at him.
He was sitting there with his hands on his knees, looking entirely too composed for someone who’d spent the last several hours doing what they’d been doing.
"You’re not tired at all, are you," she said flatly.
"Bit," he admitted. "But not in any way that counts."
Kurt’s system abilities granted him super human endurance and stamina. Lena, unfortunately, didn’t have that advantage.
She stared at him for a long moment. Her tail swished once. And then, completely against her better judgment, she reached for him.
Kurt moved immediately, covering her body with his, and Lena decided to stop thinking entirely.
She pulled him down by the back of the neck and kissed him slow and deep, without urgency this time, just the two of them tangled together with nowhere to be.
His weight was warm and solid above her, his hands moving through her hair as she arched into him until there was no space left between them.
He slid back inside her, and she felt every inch of it right down to her toes.
They moved together slowly for a long time, the kind of rhythm that wasn’t about chasing anything, just the heat and closeness of it.
He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, folding her open wider, and the new depth made her cry out as the wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, obscene and rhythmic.
Lena’s golden eyes rolled back, ears flat against her head and her fingers traced the ridge of his spine. She could feel the exhaustion in her own body now, deep and satisfied, but her hips kept rolling anyway, unable to stop.
The pace eventually built again and Lena whimpered against his mouth. "Kurt—please—I can’t cum anymore—"
He slowed, but only to flip her onto her stomach. Lena barely had time to protest before he yanked her hips up and slid back inside her from behind.
"You’re not the only one who gets to get off." One hand slid around to rub her swollen clit while the other gripped her hip. He fucked her deep, the angle brutal in the best way.
Lena buried her face in the pillow, muffling her cries as another orgasm built in her. Her legs shook violently, claws shredding the sheets.
When she came this time it was quiet and overwhelming. Her whole body went soft underneath him, and the sound she made was barely audible as she buried her face against the pillow again.
He was close now. She could feel it in the way his breath had changed, the subtle shift in his rhythm.
Kurt flipped her so she could face him, and she clenched around him deliberately, pulling him deeper as her hands gripped his back.
Kurt pressed deep and held there, his rhythm faltering. "Lena—I’m—"
She read the tension in his body instantly and pushed against his chest as she asked, "pulling out?"
"Yeah..." Kurt said.
He pulled back, and Lena moved with feline speed, sliding down his body and taking him into her mouth before he could react.
Her lips wrapped around him, tongue swirling as she took him deep, and Kurt groaned, one hand tangling in her hair while the other gripped the sheets.
She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, and that was all it took.
Kurt came with a low curse, hips jerking as he spilled into her mouth. Lena took everything he gave her, swallowing every thick, pulsing rope with greedy sounds as her golden eyes watched his face the entire time.
When he finally stopped trembling, she released him with an obscene pop and wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, grinning wickedly.
"You have a peculiar taste," she said. "I like it."
Kurt laughed, almost out of breath and pulled her up his body. "I don’t think I’ve heard that one before."
"Seriously," she murmured, licking her lips. Then she was quiet for a moment before adding, "You know you didn’t have to worry about pulling out earlier, really."
Kurt’s hand paused in her hair. "I didn’t?"
"No." She traced idle patterns on his chest, her tail curling loosely around his thigh. "Minari females control our fertility. We decide when we conceive. It’s biological, we don’t ovulate unless we actively choose to."
Kurt processed this. "That’s... that’s something." The fact that a lot of them stayed in the Foxhole was begining to make more sense to him.
"Mm. Makes certain things easier." Her voice softened. "One of the few good things about being what I am I guess."
"I can think of several other good things," Kurt murmured, and she laughed softly, letting her arms fall to the mattress.
"Okay," she exhaled softly, stretching like a cat. "Okay. We’re done right? Because that was—that was really something."
The truth is, Kurt was far from done. Why did she get to cum multiple times but he only got to release his load once?
That didn’t seem fair. And Kurt was nothing, if not an upholder of justice and fair play. So he moved over her, still rock-hard. Testing to see if she’d reject his advance.
His hands braced on either side of her head as he lowered his weight, letting her feel every inch of him... the heat of his chest, the hard planes of muscle, the heavy press of his cock sliding along her soaked folds.
Lena didn’t push him away. Instead her thighs parted wider on instinct, a soft, broken whimper escaping as the thick head nudged against her entrance.
Kurt held her gaze the entire time, watching her face as he pushed in slowly, stretching her swollen pussy around his girth until half his length was buried in her.
Her walls squeezed him tight, fluttering and pulsing like they were trying to pull him even deeper. But Kurt stayed motionless. Just buried inside her and not moving.