My All Powerful System

Chapter 150: Lynx and Kira III

He smiled against her skin, then lowered his head again, and this time he was merciless.

His tongue lashed her clit, fast and precise, while two fingers slid into her, curling against that spot inside her that made her see stars.

Kira screamed, her hips bucking against his face, but he held her down with his free arm, pinning her to the bed as he ate her like she was his last meal.

"That’s it," he said against her, the words vibrating through her. "Come on my tongue, Kira. Let me taste you when you fall apart."

She came with a wail, her inner walls clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through her. But he didn’t stop.

He kept licking, kept sucking, drawing out every last tremor until she was sobbing with overstimulation, her hands pushing weakly at his head.

"Too much, Lynx, I feel so good it’s too much..."

"One more," he said, his voice dark and low. "Give me one more, princess, and then I’ll give you my cock again."

She couldn’t. There was nothing left in her. But his tongue found her clit again, and her body betrayed her, rising to meet him one more time.

She came again, silent this time, her mouth open in a scream that wouldn’t come, her whole body convulsing as he lapped up every drop.

Only when she went limp did he crawl back up her body, his cock heavy and aching against her thigh.

Kira could feel it, hot and thick, smearing pre-cum across her skin, and she reached for him with trembling hands.

"I want you inside me," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I want to feel you cum again."

He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips, sweet and musky and intimate. Then he positioned himself at her entrance, and she felt the head of his cock press against her, and she held her breath.

He pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, and Kira’s eyes rolled back in her head.

He was so deep, so impossibly thick, and the blessed glow along his shaft pulsed against her inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure through every nerve in her body.

"Look at me," he commanded softly. "I want to see your eyes when I fuck you."

She forced her gaze up to his, those heterochromatic eyes burning into hers, and he began to move.

Long, deep strokes that reached the very mouth of her womb, each one driving the breath from her lungs.

The heat and glow of his cock intensified with every thrust, the yin yang energy flowing into her, replenishing her even as he drained her.

"You feel that?" he asked, his voice strained. "That’s my big cock feeding you. Keeping you going. You can take everything I give you, Kira."

"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, Ahgnn~ Lynx, I can Oghnn~ take it..."

He sped up, his hips slapping against hers, the sound obscene and wet. Kira wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder.

"Fuck, you’re tight," he growled. "So fucking perfect."

She came again, her walls clenching around him like a fist, and he shuddered above her, his thrusts growing erratic.

"I’m close," he admitted, his voice raw. "I’ve been holding back for long, but I can’t Kira, I’m going to..."

"Come inside me," she moaned. "Lynx, I need it, I need you to fill me..."

He drove into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and she felt his cock pulse, felt the hot flood of his release filling her.

The sensation pushed her over the edge again, and she came with him, their bodies locked together, their groans mingling in the dark.

He collapsed on top of her, his weight a warm, comforting pressure, and Kira wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.

She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, could feel his breath hot against her neck, and she never wanted to move again.

But he pulled out, and she whimpered at the loss, feeling his cum leaking from her, warm and wet against her thighs.

"Not done yet," he said, and there was something almost feral in his voice. "Roll over."

She obeyed, her body moving on instinct, and he lifted her hips, positioning her on her hands and knees.

She felt his cock press against her from behind, slick with their combined release, and he pushed in with one smooth motion.

Kira cried out, her arms buckling, her face pressed into the pillow as he began to fuck her from behind.

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him with each thrust, and the angle was so deep, so perfect, that she felt like she was being split open.

"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, Lynx, right there..."

"This is my favorite view," he said, his voice dark with pleasure. "Your ass in the air, taking my cock like you were made for it."

He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, and she screamed as he rubbed her in tight circles while he fucked her.

The dual sensations were overwhelming, his cock driving into her from behind, his fingers on her clit, the blessed glow pulsing inside her, and she came again, her body shuddering violently.

He didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, kept rubbing, fucking her through the orgasm until she was a sobbing, trembling mess beneath him.

Then he pulled out and flipped her onto her back, lifting her legs onto his shoulders.

"One more," he said, positioning himself at her entrance. "I want to watch your face when you come one more time."

He pushed in, and the angle was impossibly deep, hitting that spot inside her that made her see white.

Kira’s mouth opened in a silent scream, her hands clawing at the sheets as he began to move, slow and deep, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

"Look at me," he said again, and she forced her eyes open. His face was beautiful, almost angelic, his silver hair falling across his forehead, his mismatched eyes burning with a golden light. "That’s it, princess. Let me see you fall apart."

She came with a scream, her body arching off the bed, her inner walls clenching around him so tightly that he groaned, his own release triggered by hers.

She felt him come inside her again, hot and thick, and she came again, a second orgasm crashing into her before the first had even faded.

He pulled out, collapsing beside her, and Kira lay there, gasping, her body trembling with aftershocks.

She could feel his cum leaking from her, pooling on the sheets beneath her, and she was too spent to care.

"Lynx," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can’t... I can’t do any more..."

He turned to her, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin. "You did so well, princess. I’m so proud of you."

She smiled weakly, her eyes fluttering closed. She was so tired. So beautifully, utterly spent. But she could still feel his cock hardening against her thigh, and she knew he wasn’t done.

"One more, Kira," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "Just one more, and then you can rest."

She wanted to protest, but her body betrayed her, the pleasure she felt was too good to be true, her legs spreading as he rolled on top of her.

He pushed inside her, slow and gentle this time, and she felt every inch of him, every pulse of his blessed glow against her oversensitive walls.

"I love you," she breathed, her voice cracking. "I love you, I love you so much, Lynx."

"I know, princess," he said, kissing her forehead. "I love you too. Now let go. Let me take you there one last time."

He began to move, slow and deep, and Kira let herself sink into the sensation. She was beyond pleasure now, beyond thought.

She was pure sensation, her body a vessel for his love, his devotion, his endless, consuming need.

She felt it building, it was stronger than anything she has ever felt. She came one final time, her body arching beneath him, a silent scream tearing from her throat.

It was the most intense orgasm of her life, a world shattering release that seemed to go on forever, her vision whiting out, her body convulsing around him.

And in that moment, as she felt him come inside her, filling her one last time, Kira let go.

She went limp beneath him, her eyes rolling back, her body slack, consciousness slipping away like water through her fingers.

She fainted.

Lynx caught her, cradling her against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside her. He felt her go limp, felt her walls flutter around him one final time before she went still, and he held her there, his forehead pressed to hers.

"Kira?" he whispered. "Kira, can you hear me?"

No response. Just her soft, even breathing, her body warm and pliant in his arms.

He smiled, a soft, tender expression that softened the sharp lines of his face. He pulled out gently, careful not to disturb her, and gathered her in his arms, cradling her against his chest.

Her skin was flushed, her hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, and there was a peaceful smile on her lips even in unconsciousness.

"You did so well, princess," he murmured, kissing her hair. "I’m so proud of you. You’d be much more stronger than you know it tomorrow."

He settled her against the pillows, pulling the sheets up to cover her, and lay beside her, one arm wrapped protectively around her waist.

The intense glow along his cock faded to a warm ember, this time completely, and he felt the energy she’d given him settle into his bones, warm and satisfying.

He pressed one more kiss to her forehead, feeling her heartbeat slow and steady beneath his palm, and let his eyes drift closed.

The city lights still glittered beyond the dark glass, and somewhere in the distance, he could her faint voices, but here, in this room, there was only the soft sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies tangled together.

She was his. And he was hers.

That was all that mattered.