159. Night with Gwen [R-18]
Chapter 159: Night with Gwen [R-18]
She stopped between his knees. The air between them grew heavy, charged with a static that had been building since he first walked up to her counter with a slain Basilisk head. The flirtation had been endless, winks, lingering touches on his hand when she passed him a scroll, the way she bit her lip when he flexed.
Kaizen reached out, his large, dark hand resting on her waist. He pulled her forward, burying his face against the soft fabric of her tunic. He inhaled the scent of her ink, parchment, and the faint, sweet aroma of wildflowers that clung to her red hair.
Gwen’s hands came up, her fingers threading through his short hair, nails grazing his scalp. “You’ve been driving me crazy, Vale,” she breathed. “Every time you walk past the desk, I lose my place in the ledger.”
“Good,” Kaizen said, looking up at her. He grabbed the hem of her tunic and pulled it up. Gwen raised her arms, and in one fluid motion, the garment was gone, discarded onto the floor.
She stood before him in nothing but her smallclothes, her body pale and soft in the candlelight. Kaizen’s eyes feasted on her. She was exquisite. Her breasts were heavy and full, pushed up by the linen shift, spilling over the top with a softness that begged to be held. Her nipples were already hard, visible as dark pebbles against the thin fabric.
Kaizen hooked a finger into the strap of her shift and pulled it down her shoulder, exposing one breast. It was pale, the areola a wide, soft circle of pink. He didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward and took the nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard peak before he suckled deeply.
Gwen gasped, her back arching, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth. “Kaizen…”
He groaned, the vibration rumbling against her skin. He switched to the other breast, pulling the shift down to free it, his hands roaming her back, kneading the soft flesh of her ass. He pulled her closer, grinding his growing erection against her thigh through his trousers. He was already fully hard, a thick, heavy weight straining against the fabric.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
Gwen obeyed, climbing onto the mattress and lying on her back. Her legs fell open slightly, a silent invitation. Kaizen stood, stripping off his trousers and smallclothes in one motion. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head dark and swollen. He was well-endowed, a fact that had made his previous encounters in this world quick and satisfying. He watched Gwen’s eyes widen slightly as she took in the sight of him, his broad chest, the defined muscles of his abdomen, and the rigid length of his manhood standing tall against his stomach.
He climbed over her, his weight sinking the mattress. They kissed, deep and hungry, their tongues dancing. Kaizen wedged his knee between her thighs, pressing up against her mound. Through the damp linen of her underwear, he could feel the heat radiating from her core.
“So wet,” he murmured against her lips, grinding his thigh against her.
“Stop teasing,” Gwen panted, her hands gripping his biceps, her nails digging in. “I’ve waited too long for this.”
Kaizen grinned, a predatory flash of white teeth. He shifted, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her smallclothes and yanking them down her legs. He tossed them aside and positioned himself between her thighs.
Now, he looked at her sex. It was beautiful, a trimmed thatch of red curls framing pink, glistening lips that were swollen with arousal. He ran a finger through her slit, collecting her juices, circling her clit. Gwen moaned, her hips bucking.
“Please,” she whimpered.
Kaizen aligned himself with her entrance. He pressed the thick head of his cock against her opening. She was tight; he could feel the resistance of her inner walls as he pushed forward, inch by inch.
“Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth. She was incredibly hot, a wet furnace gripping him like a fist. He thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
Gwen cried out, a sharp sound of pleasure that filled the room. Her hands flew to his shoulders, pulling him down. Kaizen began to move. He started with a slow, deliberate rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, relishing the wet slap of skin on skin.
“God, you’re tight,” Kaizen grunted, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent, pistoning his hips faster.
He grabbed her legs, pushing her knees back toward her chest, opening her wider. This angle drove him deeper, hitting a spot inside her that made her scream. He looked down at where they were joined, watching his dark, slick shaft disappear into her pale, pink flesh. The sight was intoxicating.
He sped up. The bed began to creak rhythmically against the wall. He was fucking her with long, repetitive strokes, his hips snapping forward with force. Each thrust was accompanied by a wet squelch as her juices coated his balls.
“Take it,” Kaizen growled, his voice low and commanding. “Take my cock, Gwen.”
“Yes! Yes, right there!” she cried out, her head thrashing side to side, her red hair fanned out on the pillow like a halo of fire.
Kaizen felt the pressure building in his lower back. He wasn’t going to last long—not the first time. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her cries as he drove into her relentlessly. He could feel her inner walls fluttering, clamping down on him as her own climax approached.
“I’m going to cum,” she gasped.
“Do it,” he commanded, pounding into her harder, faster. “Cum on my dick.”
With a scream that was muffled by his mouth, Gwen shattered. Her body seized, her muscles locking up, her sex gripping him in a rhythmic pulsing that broke his control. Kaizen drove deep one final time, burying himself as far as he could go, and let go.
His orgasm ripped through him, a blinding release. He emptied himself into her, a thick, hot flood filling her core. He shuddered, his hips jerking involuntarily as he pumped load after load into her clenching heat. He stayed buried inside her, panting against her neck, feeling the stickiness of his own release mixing with hers.