The bluntness of the statement hung in the stale air. Chae gasped, a sharp intake of breath that tasted like fear. She looked down at her exposed core, then up at the six inches of rigid urgency currently demanding entrance.
"But… I said I don't have experience," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It will hurt."
Felix gripped her hips, the sudden heat of his hands startling her. His golden eyes were intense, focused not on her fear, but on the clock ticking in his head.
"I know. But the initial surge is fading. I need constant, deep stimulation to maintain this charge. We don't have time for slow foreplay," he stated, his tone brooking no argument. "Just breathe. Remember your friends."
That was the key. Her friends. The memory of the distant gunfire—*rat-tat-tat*—was enough to override the primal instinct to flee.
"Okay," she choked out, closing her eyes again, bracing herself against the cold, dusty floor.
He knelt between her legs. He spread her gently, then positioned himself. There was no tenderness, only necessity. He pressed the head of his cock against her wet entrance, a slow, agonizing slide that stretched her virgin flesh.
"Hold on," he warned, and then he pushed.
A searing, splitting pain tore through Chae. Her control snapped. She didn't just moan; she let out a high-pitched, desperate sound that echoed off the closet walls. "*AHHHH!*"
He froze, buried only halfway. A bead of sweat traced a path down his temple.
He waited a moment, allowing her muscles to relax around him. The initial tightness was excruciating, but the heat of her body was already beginning to fuel the power within him. He felt the energy *hiss* and stabilize.
"It's better now, isn't it?" he murmured, his voice low and soothing, though his body remained rock hard.
"N-no," she whimpered, tears tracking paths through the grime on her cheeks. "It's too much."
"It has to be enough," he said, pulling back slightly, then driving forward with a swift, powerful thrust. *SQUELCH!*
He was fully inside her now. The tightness was incredible, a perfect, agonizing friction. He began to move, slow, deep strokes at first, grinding his hips against her pelvis, the wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting filling the small space.
"Yes! That's the charge! Keep going!" he urged himself, his strokes becoming faster, harder, more insistent.
Chae was no longer focused on the pain, but on the feeling of being utterly occupied, stretched to her limit by the rhythmic invasion. Her hands found his shoulders, digging in tight. She began to meet his thrusts, driven by a desperate need to complete the task.
Felix felt the surge of her release, a sudden, intense wave of heat and internal contraction—and the power within him roared like a furnace. He pulled out just long enough to flip her over, planting her hands and knees on the floor.
"We need another ten minutes!" he grunted, positioning himself behind her. The mission wasn't over yet. He entered her roughly from the rear, the sound a wet, echoing *THWACK!* He took her doggy style, the angle driving him deeper, faster, ensuring the power remained locked and active. His hips hammered against her backside.
He gripped her hips harder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling her back against his relentless thrusts.
"Chae!" he ground out, his voice raw, laced with the imminent threat of explosion. His movements stuttered momentarily, pulling back only to drive in with a final, desperate force that made her cry out. "I'm there! I need to empty this charge! Can I finish inside you? Say yes!"
He was demanding permission, but his body was already past the point of waiting. He was pulling the trigger, needing the final, intimate connection to complete the circuit.
Chae didn't process the words as a question, but as another wave of sensation, another spike of unbearable pleasure that was tearing her apart. Her mind was a hazy swamp of fire and friction. The rhythmic hammering had shattered her focus, leaving only pure, instinctual need.
"Y-yesss… Oh, F-Felix… Please!" The word please was drawn out into a broken, high-pitched wail, a sound of total physical collapse. She was saying yes, but she was already lost, riding the devastating edge of her second, deeper climax, meeting his final, frantic thrusts with an involuntary arch of her back.
The instant the sound left her lips, Felix roared.
He drove in one last, agonizingly deep stroke, burying himself to the hilt, and held her still.
A searing, liquid heat flooded Chae's core, a burning, pulsing wave that felt less like biological release and more like a massive surge of pure, raw energy. It filled her completely, pushing the boundaries of her stretched, sensitive flesh. Each pulse of his release sent a shockwave through her pelvis, anchoring the power deep inside her.
He stayed there, rigid and heavy, breathing raggedly against the back of her neck, the wet squelch of their bodies the only sound in the small, suddenly silent space.
The pressure stabilized. The mission was complete.
After a long, shuddering moment, he pulled out with a slow, wet suck, leaving her slick, shaking, and utterly ruined on her hands and knees in the dust. The sudden absence was shocking, leaving her feeling hollow and exposed.
Felix collapsed beside her, rolling onto his back, utterly spent.
"Oh my god…you are so good."
Chae didn't respond. She just lowered her chest to the floor, her legs shaking violently.
"So is that enough?"
Felix rose to his feet and he could feel the power inside of him awakened.
"Yes…you stay here, I'm going to take them down."
"If you save my friends…I'll do it with you again."