Chapter 295 - 6.55 What Will He Be?
cw: short explicit description at the start hence no warning on the title :)
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Maybe it was during their sixth or seventh coupling — Jillian couldn’t keep count anymore for his world had narrowed into a raging sea of desire, slick against skin, breathless gasps and cries — that he began to realize that something was off with his own body.
At first, Jillian thought nothing of it. He meant, how the hell could he still retain coherent thoughts when he had Lu Yizhou pounding into him from behind and Izher’s cock down his throat?
But gradually, Jillian noticed that... he could keep up with the two Gods’ insane pace.
When Lu Yizhou huskily asked him. "You can keep going, can’t you?" Jillian had moaned and his length began to swell yet again, despite having just come so hard he could see stars above the ceiling.
This wasn’t normal, the thought slipped into his mind unbidden when Lu Yizhou grabbed onto his loose ponytail to prevent him from escaping as the deity continued to ride him relentlessly, his massive girth sliding in and out from Jillian’s abused hole. He twitched faintly, eyes rolled backward with drool slipping out of his mouth, too weak to give any resistance in the face of Lu Yizhou’s insatiable appetite. Jillian had lost count of how many times he had come since the first time Lu Yizhou entered him whereas Lu Yizhou...
Jillian suspected that he was deliberately holding himself back. Or else, how could he last so long?
How long had they been here for? Jillian stared out of the window in daze, cum sliding down his bruised thighs. It ought to be days, yet somehow the scenery outside never changed. Until in the end Jillian gave up trying to keep himself in check. He surrendered himself fully in Lu Yizhou’s hands, for the deity to hold, to embrace, to kiss and to fuck. Again and again. It was a wonder how his body hadn’t crumbled into dust yet.
This wasn’t normal, he thought again as Lu Yizhou buried himself so deep inside him that he could taste it on his throat. The deity then tucked his face into the crook of Jillian’s shoulder and shot out loads of cum with a muffled roar, flooding Jillian’s inside with heat comparable to scorching lava.
This wasn’t normal, Jillian was certain when instead of drained, he felt... rejuvenated. Stronger. As if Lu Yizhou had gathered the cracked pieces of him, mended and polished them until he was smooth and indestructible. Jillian felt himself turning into another person altogether, like the worm who had finally broken through the thick cocoon to spread its beautiful wings for the first time.