Sylvi didn't stop, her kisses raw and desperate, like she was claiming Keane after weeks of pent-up need. Her hands gripped his face, fingers digging into his jaw, and Keane responded in kind, his own hands seizing her waist, pulling her tight against his bare chest as he went with the flow.
After some seconds, she pushed him away, just enough that they got a brief moment to look at each other's face, and unlike her usual calm expression, she looked a little displeased, perhaps even angry.
Once again, she pulled in, their lips meeting. Sylvi's tongue tangled with his, fierce and unyielding, her body pressing closer, her curves molding to his hard lines. Keane growled low in his throat, arousal surging as he felt the heat of her through her thin tunic.
Standing from the bed, he backed her against the wall in a subtle play of dominance, the rough wood biting into her shoulders, but she didn't flinch. Her hands roamed, nails scraping down his back, urging him on, their little play paced an unrushed. He tore at her tunic, yanking it over her head to reveal those full, perfect breasts, her nipples already visibly hard. Slowly, like a predator etching unto its prey, his mouth found them, sucking and biting just enough to make her arch into him, her silent gasps vibrating through her body.
Once he eased up, she shoved him back toward the bed, her strength surprising for her smaller frame. Keane hit the mattress, and she was on him in an instant, straddling his hips, her grey eyes blazing with a mix of defiance and desire.
She ground against him, the friction through his trouser making his cock throb, already straining, big enough to promise her everything she craved. Without hesitation, Sylvi's hands worked fast, unlacing him before wrapping her fingers around his erect member with a grip that almost made him hiss.
She leaned down, her lips grazing his neck, then lower, kissing a trail across his chest. Her gasps quickened, hot against his skin, as she ground against him with his cock in hand, her hips rolling with deliberate hunger. Keane's hands gripped her thighs, guiding her. She positioned herself, the slick moist heat from her slit teasing him as she rubbed his cock against it slowly, and with a sharp gasp, she sank down, taking him fully. The intensity hit like a storm, her body trembling as she relaxed a bit.
'Damn,' Keane thought, as his cock felt squeezed through a tunnel spotting different welcoming inner surfaces.
Keane's hands clamped onto her hips as he groaned, guiding her as she rode him, her movements almost wild and relentless. Her raven hair spilled over her shoulders, swaying with each thrust, her voluptuous figure a sight for the eye to adorn.
Keane matched her pace, thrusting up to meet her, each collision sending sparks through his veins, and hers alike, as he was reaching more than deep enough, but it didn't even feel painful, but rather enjoyable. Her silent intensity drove Keane closer to his max, every shudder and quiver of her lips, speaking louder than any moan could.
They went at it like animals, the bed that had appeared quite solid soon creaking under their weight, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.
Keane flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. He drove into her in a slow pace, hitting deeper, her legs wrapping around his waist impulsively, pulling him in. Her grey eyes would stay locked on his, fierce and unguarded from time to time as she drifted to a place of pure pleasure and back, as though losing and regaining her consciousness.
As her legs struggled to stay wrapped around him, Keane felt her tremble beneath him in a convulsive orgasm that had her entire body quivering in pleasure, her eyes coming shut as though she couldn't open them.
Sylvi's body trembled through one orgasm, then another, and a few more, her silent convulsions pushing Keane closer to the edge.
They went at it for an hour without stopping. Sylvi's stamina was unreal, but alas she had limits. After her fourth or fifth climax, her body started to give out, her movements slowing, her limbs shaking with both exhaustion and extacy. Keane felt her go limp beneath him, her eyes fluttering shut as she collapsed onto the bed, spent and breathless, her raven hair scattered across the pillow.
He too had just came hard, spilling into her with a low groan, his legs almost giving out as pleasure spread through his entire body. He rolled off, collapsing beside her, their sweat-slicked skin brushing as they lay there, chests heaving. Sylvi was out cold, her voluptuous form curled slightly, her face soft for the first time. Keane's eyes grew heavy, the rhythm of their breathing lulling him.
Just then, a sound pulled him over the waves of sleep for a brief moment…
The system pinged, words flashing before his eyes [You have gained 200 EXP!]
'More EXP,' he thought, amused. 'This system loves my game.'
'I'll conquer them all,' he thought, his grin sharpening in the dark.