Kaito stayed buried inside her, not moving yet, just feeling everything. The heat of her pussy wrapped around his cock like wet fire—tight enough that every tiny twitch of her walls tugged at him.
Her slickness coated him completely, warm and slippery, dripping down his balls and soaking the sheets underneath them. He could smell her arousal mixed with the faint floral scent of her skin and the musky trace of their earlier sweat. His own heartbeat thundered in his ears, loud and fast.
He exhaled slowly through his nose, fighting the sharp spike of pleasure that threatened to make him cum right then. His tip was pressed against her cervix, and every pulse of her inner muscles squeezed him like she was trying to pull him deeper.
He started moving—very slow at first. He pulled back until just the head remained inside, feeling the cool air kiss the wet shaft for a second before he pushed forward again. The drag was exquisite: her walls clinging, stretching around his thickness, then yielding as he sank back in. Each inch made a soft, wet sound—slick flesh parting and closing.
Givelle's breath hitched hard the first few thrusts. Her face scrunched, lips parting on tiny pained gasps. Her nails dug into the meat of his shoulders, leaving stinging half-moons. Her thighs trembled against his sides.
He kept it gentle—long, smooth strokes, bottoming out each time so his pubic bone ground lightly against her clit. After maybe ten or twelve careful pushes, her expression changed. Her brows relaxed. Her mouth fell open a little wider. A soft, surprised "ahh…" slipped out when he rolled his hips at the end of one thrust.
That sound lit something in him.
He kept the same rhythm, but now he paid attention to every detail: the way her heavy breasts swayed gently with each motion, nipples dark and stiff; the faint sheen of sweat starting between them; the way her stomach flexed when he bottomed out; the little hitches in her breathing that turned into breathy moans. Her pussy got even wetter—hotter—making each slide smoother, louder. The wet smack of skin meeting skin started to fill the room.
Her moans grew steadier, throatier. Her hips began lifting to meet him—small at first, then bolder. She wrapped one leg higher around his waist, heel pressing into his lower back like she wanted him deeper.
He fucked her until her breaths turned short and ragged. Her walls started fluttering—quick, erratic squeezes around his cock. Then they clamped down hard. She arched sharply off the bed, spine bowing, breasts thrusting upward. A sharp, broken cry tore from her throat. Fresh heat gushed around him—warm pulses that soaked his shaft and dripped down to his balls. Her nails raked down his back, leaving burning lines.
At the peak of it, that strange warm flicker bloomed again in the center of his chest—mana trying to form a ring, pulsing once before fading. He barely registered it.
He was stunned he hadn't cum yet. His balls ached, heavy and tight, but he was still rock-hard inside her.
He pulled out slowly—inch by inch—feeling her walls try to cling to him. When the head finally slipped free there was a loud, obscene pop and a gush of her wetness followed. Givelle groaned low in her throat, hips jerking upward like she was chasing the emptiness.
Kaito slapped the outside of her thigh—sharp sting that made the flesh jiggle. "Already missing my dick, huh?"
She glared up at him, cheeks flushed crimson, chest heaving, but didn't deny it.
"Get on all fours."
What? She replied
You heard me.
"That position is undignified for a queen," she protested in a hoarse voice.
"You're already naked, legs spread wide, pussy dripping down your thighs onto my sheets. Dignity left hours ago."
She scoffed—sharp, annoyed—but rolled over. She pushed up onto her hands and knees. Her ass lifted high, cheeks still pink from earlier spanks. Between her thighs her pussy lips were swollen, dark pink, glistening with her arousal. A thin string of slick stretched from her entrance to the sheet below.
Kaito knelt behind her. He brought his palm down hard on her right cheek—crack—then the left—crack—watching the flesh ripple and flush darker. He gripped both cheeks and spread her wide, exposing everything: the tight pucker above, the swollen lips below, the slick shine coating her inner thighs.
He lined up and pushed in—slow at first so she could feel every inch stretching her again. She gasped sharply when he bottomed out, ass pressing back against his hips.
This angle was brutal. She felt even tighter—like molten silk gripping him from base to tip. He knew he was done for.
He started thrusting—hard, fast, no holding back. Each slam made a loud wet slap. His hips crashed against her ass, sending ripples across the soft flesh. He spanked her again—right cheek, left cheek, right again—each crack making her jolt forward then push back harder. His free hand fisted her hair near the roots and yanked back, forcing her head up. Her spine arched sharply, breasts swinging forward with every thrust.
Givelle let go completely. Moans poured out—loud, continuous, rising into desperate whimpers. "Ah—ah—fuck—" The words tumbled out between gasps. Her arms shook; her thighs quivered. She rocked back to meet him, ass slapping against his pelvis, chasing every stroke.
Her next orgasm hit like a storm. Her whole body locked up. "Zarek!" she cried—voice cracking, raw.
Her walls clamped down like a fist—pulsing, squeezing, milking him in rhythmic waves.
Kaito groaned deep in his chest. He slammed in one last time, buried to the hilt, and came hard. Thick, hot spurts flooded her—pulse after pulse—filling her until he felt it leak out around his shaft. He ground against her ass, riding it out while she groaned long and broken, her own climax stretching longer from the sudden heat pouring inside her.
They collapsed forward—her onto her stomach with a soft thud, him half-draped over her back—both panting, skin slick and sticky. The room smelled like sex: sweat, musk, her arousal, his release.
After a minute Kaito rolled to the side, still catching his breath. He smirked down at her flushed, wrecked face. "Admit it—that wasn't a bad session. Even with all the 'I refuse' bullshit at the start."
Givelle's cheeks burned darker. She turned her face into the pillow and stayed silent.
He traced a lazy finger down the sweaty dip of her spine. "So… who's Zarek?"
Nothing.
He poked her ribs. "You screamed his name when your pussy clamped down on my cock like it was trying to break it. Don't play coy."
She stayed quiet.
He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Come on. You don't get to cry out another man's name while I'm balls-deep inside you and then clam up. Spill it."
Her shoulders tensed. After a long, stubborn silence she muttered, barely audible, "He's… one of my father's generals."
Kaito's grin sharpened. "Oh really? You've got a crush?"
Givelle's face burned hotter.
He chuckled low. "You pretend to be untouchable, above it all, but deep down you want to be defiled. Lucky for you I'm here to give you exactly what you need."
Inside his head the name locked in tight.
Zarek.
He wouldn't forget.
One day he'd track that general down.
And kill him