Priscilla squealed out from overloading pleasure as the sensitivity was overwhelming. She had just cum, her nerves were raw and incredibly sensitive, and now he was stretching her again. It was almost too much.
Nova didn't wait for her to adjust. He started to move; he used his weight to pin her down. And kissed her, swallowing her screams, his tongue dominating her mouth while his cock dominated her pussy.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!"
His mouth muffled Priscilla's moans. Her fingers clawed at his back, leaving red scratches in his flesh. She felt so full, with every inch of her pussy being used thoroughly.
"I'm gonna cum again! I'm gonna cum!" she shrieked, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in deeper.
Nova immediately reached down and grabbed her breast and sucked them hard. The added sensation sent her into overdrive.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhn!!!"
Priscilla's body curved as she screamed from pure ecstasy!
Her body trembled as her pussy exploded, convulsing, squeezing hard around his cock as juice sprayed out of her like a geyser, soaking the sheets beneath them.
Nova roared. The feeling of her tight walls spasming around him was too much. He slammed in deep, burying himself in her womb, and also exploded inside of her.
His second load wasn't as big as the first, but it still flooded her insides, pumping rope after rope of hot cum into her with each pounding.
They collapsed together on the bed panting, with their bodies covered in sweat.
Priscilla lay there, her chest heaving. Her pussy was throbbing, swollen and sore, but filled with a warm, glowing satisfaction. She felt like she might pass out.
But Nova... Nova was still hard.
He pulled out of her slowly, his cock making a wet sound as it left her body and watched as cum flowed down her pussy to the bed.
He sat back on his heels, looking down at her stained body with satisfaction.
"Turn over," His voice was calm but cold.
Priscilla's eyes widened. "What? Nova, I... I can't..."
"Turn. Over." He wasn't asking.
She bit her lip, trembling. She slowly rolled over onto her stomach. Even though she was exhausted, she still loved it as Nova took charge and wanted to use her.
"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered.
Priscilla pushed herself up, raising her ass in the air and buried her face in the mattress,
Nova moved behind her. He grabbed her hips, admiring the view. Her ass was perfect, round, pale, and soft. Her pussy was red and puffy, dripping with his cum. It was a beautiful sight.
He leaned forward and spanked her ass.
"Smack!"
Priscilla yelped, the stinging sensation shooting through her.
"Such a good girl," Nova murmured. He ran his hand over her ass cheek, soothing the sting. Then, without warning, he guided his cock back to her entrance and thrust in.
"Oh god!" Nova cried out, her fingers digging into the sheets.
Nova didn't start slow. He continued his pounding in this position, and he even went deeper than before, hitting spots inside her that she didn't know existed.
He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back. "You like this, don't you? You like being fucked like a beast."
"Yes! Yes! I love it!" Priscilla screamed, her eyes watering. She did love it. She loved being taken by him, claimed by him. She felt like a ragdoll in his hands, helpless to stop him.
Nova let go of her hair and looked down at her asshole. It was tight and pink.
He slowed his thrusts slightly, just enough to free up one hand. He brought his thumb to his mouth, wetting it with his saliva, then brought it down to her asshole.
He rubbed the tight ring of muscle, massaging it.
"What... what are you doing?" Priscilla gasped, feeling the new sensation.
"Relax," Vogue said. He pressed his thumb against the hole, slowly pushing it inside.
"Hmnn!"
Priscilla moaned at the strange sensation.
Nova pushed his thumb all the way in, then pulled it out. He spat on her asshole, adding more lubrication, then slipped one finger inside. It was incredibly tight, gripping his finger like a vice. He started to finger her ass, matching the rhythm of his hips.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Nova!" Priscilla was squealing hard. The sensation of being filled in both holes was overwhelming. It was too much stimulation.
Nova added a second finger. He scissored them, stretching her open.
He started fucking her harder, his hips slamming into her ass, his fingers pumping into her rear. The double penetration was driving Priscilla crazy. She was seeing stars. Her body was shaking uncontrollably.
"I can't... I can't take it!" she screamed. "It's too much! I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."
She didn't finish the sentence. Her entire body locked up. Her vision went black. She let out one last, long wail of pleasure.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
Then, she went limp.
She collapsed face-first onto the mattress, her body giving out. She had fainted from the sheer intensity of the pleasure.
Nova felt her body go slack. He felt her pussy loosen slightly as she lost consciousness.
But he didn't stop.
He didn't care that she was out cold. She was still warm, still wet. She was still his to use.
He pulled his fingers out of her ass with a wet pop and grabbed her hips with both hands. He anchored her limp body to the bed. She was like a ragdoll beneath him, completely at his mercy.
He started to fuck her again.
"Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!"
He pounded into her unconscious form, the wet slapping sound echoing through the room. Her body rocked back and forth with every thrust, her head buried in the sheets. Her ass rippled every time his hips met her flesh.
It was a dark, primal sight. A man using a woman for his own pleasure, disregarding her consciousness. But it was the ultimate trust. Priscilla had given herself to him completely, and he was taking everything she had.
Nova watched as his cock disappeared inside her, over and over again. He was getting close again. The sight of her lying there, vulnerable and used, was incredibly arousing.
"FUCK!"
He came hard.
Thick ropes of cum pumped directly into her ass. He filled her up, coating her insides with his seed. The heat was incredible.
Priscilla moaned, feeling the flood of warmth inside her. It triggered another, smaller orgasm, making her body shake and tremble.
They stayed like that for a long time, connected, sweaty, and exhausted. Vogue leaned forward, resting his chest against her back, breathing heavily into her ear.
Finally, he pulled out.
A massive gush of cum poured out of her ass, running down her thighs and soaking the sheets even more.
Priscilla collapsed onto the bed, completely limp.
Nova rolled over onto his back beside her, staring up at the ceiling. He was covered in sweat, scratches, and bite marks, but absolutely satisfied.
He looked over at Priscilla. She was covered in his cum, her hair was a mess, and her body had red marks of his hands on her, but she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
Priscilla opened her eyes slowly. She looked at him, a weak, tired smile forming on her lips.
"Wow," she whispered.
Nova chuckled. "Yeah. Wow."
They lay there in the silence, the candles flickering softly around them, marking the end of a night that neither of them would ever forget. The flower petals on the floor were trampled, the bed was ruined, and the apartment smelled of sex and sweat.
It was perfect.
The night that followed was not gentle. Five weeks of separation, five weeks of growth, five weeks of wanting—all of it poured into hours that blurred together. They learned each other again in the darkness, bodies speaking languages words couldn't capture. When dawn finally broke over Sky Tower, they lay tangled together, her head on his chest, his arm around her shoulders, both too exhausted to move.
Morning light streamed through the window.
Priscilla woke first, disoriented by the unfamiliar ceiling, the warmth beside her, the weight of an arm across her waist. Then memory returned, and she smiled.
Nova was still asleep.
She studied him in the quiet light—the silver hair spread across the pillow, the strong line of his jaw, the way his brow furrowed slightly even in rest. He looked younger like this. Less like the cold genius of Class A and more like the boy who talked to plants in a greenhouse.
His eyes opened.
For a moment, they simply looked at each other.
"Good morning," she whispered.
"Morning."
"I should go. Before anyone—"
"Stay."
The word was simple. Quiet. But something in it made her chest ache.
She stayed.
Two hours later, she finally dressed and slipped out.
The corridor was empty—most students already at morning exercise. Priscilla walked toward her new Class A dormitory, her body sore in pleasant ways, her mind spinning with everything that had happened.
She'd made Class A.
She'd spent the night with Nova.
Her life had fundamentally changed in twenty-four hours.
Don't get distracted, she told herself. This is just the beginning.
But she couldn't stop smiling.
In his room, Nova sat on the edge of his bed, the Moonlace seedling beside him.
He should be at morning exercise. Should be training, cultivating, pushing toward the next rank. Instead, he sat in silence, thinking about the night before.
About her laugh. Her warmth. The way she'd looked at him like he was something worth having.