Kassie’s breath grew uneven, almost ragged, as she hovered above . Her thighs tightened around my hips, muscles flexing with barely restrained instinct. The warmth of her body seeped through every weak point in mine, pulling deeper into a fire I shouldn’t have had the strength to feel.
She wasn’t trembling anymore.
She was shaking.
Not with fear — with sothing raw, overwhelming, and unrestrained. Sothing she was trying, and failing, to control.
Her fingers dug lightly into my chest, not enough to hurt, but enough to show that if she lost herself just a fraction more, she might forget how delicate I was right now. Her hair fell forward like a red curtain, brushing my jaw, tickling my cheek, enclosing us in a space ant only for two.
"Why..." She swallowed hard, her lips brushing mine with every shaky breath. "Why do you make feel like this?"
’Is this... is this what it feels like to be truly desired?’ I wondered, a strange, unfamiliar warmth spreading beyond my skin. ’It’s... intense. Almost overwhelming, but not in a bad way. Not yet.’
I slid my hands up her sides — slow, deliberate, tracing along the tight line of her waist until I felt her arch involuntarily into my touch. Her body pressed flush against , heat against heat, her breath catching in a soft, broken sound that shot straight through my spine.
"Kassie," I murmured, voice low enough to vibrate against her lips, "don’t hold back."
Her eyes snapped open — wide, glowing, hungry. The kind of hunger she’d never shown even in battle.
She leaned in, her forehead pressing against mine, her mouth brushing the corner of my lips like she couldn’t decide whether to kiss or devour .
"You don’t understand..." she whispered, voice shaking. "If I stop holding back... I won’t be gentle... you’re wounded..."
"Then don’t be. Forget about ... think about what you want right now."
’She’s making it so difficult. That little gasp, the way she’s gripping ... is she really going to hold back? After all this?’
Her breath trembled sharply — a small, involuntary gasp — and she grabbed my face with both hands, pulling into a kiss that felt nothing like the first one. This one was desperate. Feverish. Consuming.
Her lips moved against mine like she was trying to morize the shape of them, the taste, the warmth. Her thighs squeezed tighter around my hips, drawing a low sound from her throat.
Her body pressed harder against , slowly, instinctively, the kind of slow grind that wasn’t explicit but carried enough heat to burn through my pain. Every shift of her hips sent a shock through her — a shiver that started in her back and ended with her fingers gripping like she needed to stay conscious just so she wouldn’t lose herself.
’Good. So she is still fighting it. Why? It’s like she’s afraid of her own power, or her own desires. Or maybe... maybe she’s afraid of hurting more than I’m already hurt.’
She pulled back just enough to look at , breathing hard, lips kissed raw. Then she ran her hand down to where I instructed her, and loosened the rope, pulling sothing strong from underneath, she shook visibly as she helped the big guy rise from the shadows.
"Tell ," she whispered. Her voice was trembling, but her eyes were predatory. "Tell you want to take you. Completely."
I slid a hand to the back of her neck, drawing her closer until our lips almost touched again.
"Kassie..."
I breathed the words directly into her mouth, feeling her shiver.
"I want you."
’That should do it. No more holding back. Let’s see what happens when the dam finally breaks.’
Sothing in her broke then — that last fragile thread she’d been clinging to.
She lowered her body against mine, slowly, deliberately, every inch of contact sending a wave of heat through both of us. Her forehead pressed into my shoulder as she exhaled a soft, trembling sound she couldn’t hold back anymore.
Her fingers tightened on .
Her breath grew hotter.
Her hips aligned with mine in a way that left no room for doubt about what she wanted — what she was seconds away from doing if I didn’t stop her.
"Kassie..." I whispered, already knowing the answer. "Are you ready?"
Her reply was a low, breathless whisper against my skin — raw and full of need.
"I’ve been ready since the mont I sat on you..."
’Oh. That... that was unexpected. The way she said that. Almost a confession. My brain almost had an orgasm from the breathy tone of her response. A little... crude, maybe? But honest. And that’s what matters, right?’
I took my dick, positioned it slightly into the center of her vagina and gently said to her.
"Sit on it..."
It almost felt like a cruel thing to say. Like I was pushing her too hard, too fast, after all her struggle. But she needed the push, didn’t she? And even as I moved my cock towards her vagina and they made contact, I could see her shake like she was hit by a sudden gust of cold wind.
She obeyed though, she bit her lip and lowered herself, knitting her brows as she seed to be suppressing so pain.
’She’s really a virgin. It feels like... like trying to force a stone through a knot of steel. But then... all that wetness. It’s almost a contradiction. How can it be so tight and so slick at the sa ti?’
For , it felt like my rod was eting sothing tight, too tight to make entry. But at the sa ti, that entrance was leaking... it was leaking with so much slippery wetness that as she moved down, it was slowly sliding in.
She continued to press down until suddenly it went all in. She jolted, shoulders trembled and a loud moan escaping her lips — more like a gasp of pain to be honest.
Her brows knitted upwards, her eyes, they slowly drifted towards her upper lids, threatening to vanish as she raised her head. Her legs and her fat ass were trembling as she sat fully on sprawled on the ground.
"I—I f—feel we...weak... my legs..."
’Weak?’
I narrowed my gaze in suspicion.
’Did she... have an orgasm from just that one thrust...?’
That couldn’t be possible... at the sa ti it seed so, the shaking of her legs were normal.
’Could this be an effect of Summoner’s Touch...’
The pleasure in her had been amplified beyond reasoning after all, one could say even before I entered, she was overstimulated already, and the mont, I entered and my rod slamd into the sweet spot of her insides, it activated her climax.
’Interesting... so her body is reacting to my presence, to the act, but it’s also being amplified by Summoner’s Touch. She’s feeling it all, but ten tis stronger. Which ans... she’s likely experiencing sothing far more intense than I can even comprehend.’
"Why is she..."
The thing was... Kassie, the way she looked at . She wanted more.
Before I could even speak, she tried moving her hips up, groaning as she did, then she went lower again, she bit down on her lower lip again, closing her eyes as she moved her hips up and down, her rhythm slow at first but certainly increasing.
With each movent, she was loosing the restraint on her strength. And the more she pressed down on , the more the armor was straining to stop from bleeding more.
At this point, I didn’t know anymore, whether I was going to die from the injuries, the sex or Kassie’s tyrannical strength. Perhaps the three all at once.
’How pleasant... indeed. A three-course al of impending doom. Wonderful.’
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