Ultra-Level Weeb: Rise in an Awakened World

"Don’t bite there..." Yennefer complained as Max lightly bit her neck.

He continued with slow but powerful thrusts, each one making her tense up and instinctively clutch his hair tighter. She tried to maintain her composure, but the combination of his teasing and the intensity of each thrust was making that increasingly difficult.

"It’s gonna leave a mark..." Yennefer complained as she reached up and pulled Max’s head away from her neck, gripping his hair firmly.

Despite the slight pain, Max only gave her a wide grin.

"I won’t..."

He caught her hands before she could say anything else, his expression still shamelessly amused.

Yennefer sighed, already realizing that getting him to behave was probably going to be much harder than she’d hoped.

With her legs stretched back and Max supporting them with his arms, she could only glare at him in exasperation.

She wasn’t pinned down or curled up like before. Instead, the new position gave Max a different angle, and he quickly realized it worked surprisingly well for penetration.

He could feel the difference almost immediately. The change in position seemed to make his penis tip press against areas that were particularly sensitive for her, drawing stronger reactions from Yennefer.

She couldn’t help but moan whenever the movement caught one of those sensitive spots.

Max noticed every reaction.

Which only made him target them again and again.

Yennefer watched as Max played with her nipples using his tongue, then tried to fit as much of her breasts into his mouth as he could, sucking on them with shameless enthusiasm.

The intensity of the moment kept drawing involuntary sounds from her throat.

By now, Yennefer had stopped caring that her upper body was practically covered in Max’s saliva. Her neck and breasts were one thing, but somehow he’d even managed to leave her armpits covered in it as well.

The thought was almost amusing.

He’d been so determined to get rid of her sweat that it seemed he’d simply replaced it with his saliva instead.

"Nghh... nghh..."

All the while, another orgasm was slowly building inside her.

This time, though, it wasn’t as intense or overwhelming as before. It came gradually, building little by little instead of hitting her all at once.

And strangely, Yennefer preferred it that way.

She could actually feel it coming.

She had time to anticipate it, to enjoy the sensation as it slowly grew stronger, rather than being completely overwhelmed before she even realized what was happening.

Maybe that was why she liked this kind of sex the most.

It gave her enough time to know exactly what was happening—and enough time to look forward to the moment when she finally lost control.

Not the overly animalistic kind, though.

Yennefer preferred being conscious during an orgasm. She wanted to remain aware of what was happening instead of having the sensation completely overwhelm her.

The last two orgasms—and almost a third one she’d experienced only minutes ago while Max was putting his penis inside her—had been far too overwhelming.

They hadn’t given her much chance to think at all.

Instead, they had simply wiped out her control over her body, leaving her feeling almost as though she’d taken a dangerously strong dose of some drug.

That wasn’t what she wanted this time.

She wanted to actually feel the orgasm building, stay conscious through it, and enjoy it from beginning to end.

As Max continued teasing her nipples, enjoying the sensation between his lips, his hands remained firmly around her waist.

After a moment, he leaned back with a heavy breath and carefully let her stretched-back legs rest against his shoulder. His grip tightened around her waist as he settled into the position.

’I love fucking sex...’ Max thoughted as He kept up the rhythm, grinning as he watched Yennefer react to every movement.

And, of course, his eyes kept getting distracted by her big breasts, which bounced with the motion.

Her hands grabbed tightly at the pillow beneath her, leaving her armpits exposed. Her neck was shining with a mixture of sweat and his saliva, while her face remained almost flawless despite how thoroughly her composure had fallen apart.

Her eyes kept wavering, unable to settle on one thing for long. She glanced from her breasts to the sight of her own folds against Max, her expression becoming increasingly difficult to read.

It was all becoming a little too overwhelming for Max as well. With Yennefer lying beneath him, he tightened his hands around her waist to keep her steady and brace himself as he moved with greater intensity.

Yennefer’s body tensed beneath him, her moans suddenly growing louder as one hand remained buried in the pillow beneath her head, her fingers squeezing it tighter with every movement.

"Slow down... nghhhh..."

But Max wasn’t listening.

His attention was fixed on Yennefer’s reactions as her breasts swayed with every movement, while even her stomach picked up some of the motion. Her butt and thighs shifted beneath him, adding to the messy rhythm of the scene.

Her vagina was making its own embarrassing sounds, something Yennefer would probably have been mortified by if she had enough composure left to care.

Max, meanwhile, was far too distracted by the sensation of her insides tightening around him.

Whether it was when he was going inside her, when she instinctively tightened around him, or when he was moving out of her and she seemed reluctant to let him go, Max could feel just how intense the whole thing had become.

Yennefer’s toes began to curl as the intensity continued to build.

"Nghh... you bastard... I’m gonna cum again..."

She cursed through clenched teeth, sounding more frustrated than she wanted to admit.

Max’s smile immediately widened.

His attention shifted completely to her face, watching as she fought to keep herself together. Her eyes fluttered, desperately trying not to roll back again, while her jaw tightened as she struggled against the overwhelming sensation.

And just as Yennefer was nearing her limit, Max suddenly stopped his thrusts.

The abrupt change made her moan louder for a moment before the sound died away. Her breathing became heavier and louder as she tried to recover, only for her expression to shift into confusion when she realized what had happened.

She looked at Max.

He was breathing heavily too, clearly worn out after several minutes of keeping up that pace.

For a moment, neither of them said anything.

Then Max finally caught his breath enough to speak.

"I wanna do it from behind..."

Yennefer looked genuinely disappointed.

She had been so close to another orgasm, and Max had stopped right when she was about to reach it.

That bastard...

Too tired to argue, she reluctantly shifted her position and got onto all fours. The lingering sensation still had her body feeling hot, making it even harder to hide her frustration.

She lowered her head onto the pillow, resting one shoulder against it as well, while her upper body sank forward and her butt remained raised behind her.

It was an almost perfect arch.

Yennefer closed her eyes and took a deep breath as Max grabbed both of her buttocks, spreading them slightly while rubbing the head of his penis against her folds.

If his penis hadn’t been hard as a rock, looking like it might burst at any moment, Max would have taken his sweet time enjoying the sight of her in such a perfect position.

But he was barely holding himself together.

Instead, he positioned himself and pressed the tip of his penis against her entrance.

Yennefer moaned at the sensation, but Max didn’t bother waiting to see whether she was ready for it or had gotten used to the feeling yet.

He thrust forward, pushing himself inside her in one decisive movement.

"Ahhh..."

Her moan came out louder against the pillow as her body began to tremble.

The next thing Yennefer knew, Max’s hands were already on her butt, giving it sharp smacks that echoed through the room alongside her increasingly loud moans.

The disappointment that had been written across her face earlier was quickly disappearing.

The orgasm she’d been building toward still hadn’t arrived, but instead of fading away, the sensation kept growing stronger, steadily building in the background.

Even the occasional smack to her butt seemed to add to the overwhelming experience.

Whatever annoyance she’d felt about Max stopping earlier was rapidly becoming a distant memory.

The intensity continued to build, leaving Yennefer’s entire body feeling hotter by the second.

She clenched her teeth, trying to speak through the overwhelming sensation.

"Slower... please, slower..."

Her voice had lost nearly all of its usual authority. There was an unmistakable pleading quality to it now.

"Move slower... I’m cumming... cumming..."

She moaned the words into the pillow, her body trembling as the orgasm she’d been building toward finally began to overwhelm her.

Yennefer remained on all fours with her upper body lowered onto the pillow, her back forming a deep curve as her hips stayed raised.

Max, meanwhile, had risen from his knees and was now standing behind her. He leaned forward slightly, both hands firmly gripping her waist to keep her steady, his weight and movement keeping her pressed against the bed.

He was already covered in sweat from the exertion, but he didn’t seem to care.

From where he stood, the curve of Yennefer’s back and the way her raised posture positioned her in front of him made the whole scene almost too tempting to ignore.