Chapter 110: Until Sunrise! [18+]
"Fuck..." Lena’s hips shuddered. "You know what? I change my mind." Her hands streched towards Kurt’s chest.
Kurt lifted his head to look at her and his expression showed something she didn’t care to interpret just yet.
"What?" she said.
"Nothing," he said, remaining perfectly still.
"Kurt," she said slowly.
She could feel him throbbing inside her and Lena’s golden eyes went wide. "I said I change my mind."
"I didn’t even say a word," he said innocently.
"You didn’t have to." She pressed both hands against his chest. "And you just—you just finished."
"Mm," he said, and rolled his hips once.
The sensation was electric, hypersensitive, every nerve ending already raw from overuse, and Lena’s entire body jolted like she’d touched a live wire.
"Fuck... you," she breathed.
"I do recall you saying you wanted to make up for four years," he reminded her.
"I’ve made up for at least seven at this point—"
"You didn’t push me away." He moved again, slowly, like he had all the time in the world, and Lena’s protest dissolved into a sound she’d be embarrassed about if she had any embarrassment left.
She reached up, grabbed a pillow and put it over her own face. Her tail twitched helplessly against the sheets.
"I don’t want to cum anymore," she announced from under the pillow, voice muffled.
"Want me to stop?" Kurt asked, going completely still inside her.
Lena was quiet for a second. Then she shifted her hips, taking him deeper. "...No. Don’t stop. I just—I can’t handle another one."
"So you want me to keep going, just not make you cum?"
"Exactly." She let out a soft laugh. "Which we both know is impossible with you, but—fuck—"
Kurt grinned against her neck. "Noted," he said pleasantly.
"I mean it."
"I believe you."
"I am begging you—"
"I can see that," he agreed, his pace building slightly, infuriatingly unhurried, hands gliding up her sides with a possessive ease that made her shiver.
Lena put more pillow over her face, muffling a desperate whine as another orgasm started building whether she wanted it or not.
Her pussy was soaked, slick sounds echoing obscenely every time Kurt’s thick cock slid deep. She was clenching around him involuntarily now, and she came again anyway.
Outside, the sky had begun its slow change. It was nearing dawn and the first birds were somewhere distant.
Lena was half-delirious and entirely content.
She had lost count of the orgasms, positions, hours, and stopped trying to keep track somewhere around when Kurt had sat her in his lap facing the window and moved inside her in those slow, grinding rolls.
Now she was on her stomach, ass slightly raised, arms folded beneath her head like a pillow, and Kurt was behind her.
His body draped warm and heavy over her back as one hand slid beneath her ribs to cup a breast, pinching her nipple just hard enough to make her jerk.
At the same time, his mouth was at the back of her neck, breath hot and he fucked her with the smallest, most torturous movements.
He barely pulled out, just deep, grinding rolls that kept his cockhead pressed right against that spot inside her, and somehow that was the most undoing thing he’d done all night.
"I genuinely think," Lena murmured into her arms, voice completely wrecked, "that you’ve ruined sex for me with other guys."
"Now you compliment me," Kurt said against her neck, lips brushing her skin as he gave one slow, deliberate thrust that made her toes curl.
"Wasn’t a compliment." She gasped and paused for a moment. "Ok it was. But don’t let it go to your head."
He laughed softly, and she felt it more than heard it, the rumble of it against her spine, and despite everything she smiled into her arms.
The sky outside was turning now. The first pale band of gold beginning to crack along the horizon like a seam in the world being slowly undone.
Lena watched it through half-lidded eyes, chin tilted toward the window, body trembling on the edge again.
Kurt felt it. He slid one hand down between her legs, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing slow, firm circles while his cock continued those deep, grinding strokes.
"Come for me one last time, love," he whispered against her ear. "Let me feel you soak my cock while the sun comes up."
Lena’s breath hitched. Her pussy clenched hard around him, slick and pulsing. "Kurt—I can’t—too much—I’m too sensitive—"
"You can," he promised, thrusting a little deeper, fingers never stopping. "One more. Give it to me."
The orgasm hit her like a slow, devastating wave. Not explosive this time, just deep, endless, and overwhelming.
Her whole body shuddered beneath him, cunt spasming rhythmically around his thick cock as she came with a long, broken moan into the pillow.
Her juices gushed around him once again, soaking his balls and the sheets beneath them as Kurt groaned low in his throat, feeling every flutter, every pulse, and finally let himself go.
He buried himself to the hilt and came hard for the second time, flooding her with thick, hot ropes of cum, accompanied by a low groan that he muffled against her temple.
Lena whimpered at the feeling of his cock throbbing deep inside her, filling her completely as the sunrise painted the room gold.
Kurt collapsed beside her, breathing hard, one arm draped possessively across her waist. Lena curled into him, tail draping lazily over his chest.
For a while after that, neither of them moved. More like, they were too wrecked to move.
The room was warm with new light. Birdsong had started properly now, somewhere out in the manicured gardens below.
Lena exhaled slowly. She felt like a wrung-out washcloth that had somehow achieved enlightenment.
"Wow," she said eventually, her voice somewhere between a rasp and a murmur, "is that what four years of back payments looks like?"
Kurt settled beside her, one arm folded beneath his head, staring at the ceiling with a particularly tired expression.
"With interest." Kurt grinned. "And I made you do that thing again," he said, eyes shifting to the soaked sheets as his grin widened.
"Don’t remind me." Lena licked the back of her hand and closed her eyes. "I think I need a really long nap. Wake me up at noon?"
"I can do that," he said, then pulled a different layer of dry sheet over her.
Sunlight stretched fully across the room now, painting gold across the sheets and the walls and the two of them lying there among the wreckage of a very good night.
Somewhere in the mansion, a door opened distantly, someone already up and moving, and neither of them cared even slightly.
Kurt stared at the ceiling a moment longer, then closed his eyes too.
Kurt’s eyes had barely drifted shut, the warmth of Lena’s sleeping body curled against his side and the faint scent of sex still thick in the air, when a familiar voice was heard in the quiet hallway outside the door.
"Where the hell did cat-girl run off to? I swear if she’s napping in a tree again I’m gonna drag her down by the tail."
It was Riley’s voice. But Kurt didn’t move. He just listened, the corner of his mouth twitching as he did.
The door handle turned. No knock. He had a feeling she was the kind of person who needed to be taught how to knock.
Riley pushed the door open with her shoulder, already mid-sentence. "Kurt, you seen Le—oh." She stopped dead in the doorway.