Chapter 117. The Hand Of Deerkin That Made Me Exploded In An Instant**

Chapter 117: 117. The Hand Of Deerkin That Made Me Exploded In An Instant**

"Leon..." she whispered, her voice dripping with honeyed hunger. "Your cock... it’s twitching so hard."

"It looks like it’s at its limit... Like it’s about to explode inside me."

"It is," I growled, my muscles tensing as the cock inside her pulsed against her sensitive walls. "I’m right there on the edge, Sylvara..."

"One more good thrust, one more scream from you, and I’m going to fill you so full you’ll taste me for days."

"Then do it!" she screamed, her fingers clawing at my back. "Fuck me until I break! Ahhhhhh!"

I didn’t slow down. If anything, the more she begged, the more I leaned into the savagery of it.

I kept my mouth buried in those massive, pale breasts, my teeth grazing her swollen nipples while my hands kneaded the heavy mounds of flesh like I was trying to claim them for eternity.

"You want me to break you, Sylvara?" I growled against her skin, the vibration making her whimper. "Then hold on, because I’m not stopping until you can’t even remember your own name."

But then, something changed. Sylvara wasn’t just lying there receiving my onslaught anymore, but she was fighting back with her own brand of desperation.

Her left hand slid down my body, past my abs, past the junction of our hips, until her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock.

I froze mid-thrust.

Fuck—" The word died in my throat as a shockwave of pure sensation tore through my nervous system.

Her hand wasn’t just warm—it was burning. It wasn’t the heat of fever, but something deeper, something ancient and elemental.

Deerkin flesh carried a unique circulatory magic, a natural thermoregulation that made their touch feel like molten silk.

As her slender fingers curled around my cock, I could feel the magical essence flowing from her palm directly into my bloodstream. It was as if her very touch was superheating my cock from the inside out.

"Leon..." she gasped, her eyes unfocused as she began to stroke me.

Her grip was perfect—firm, sure, and infused with that strange, pulsing heat. "I’ve read about this... in the ancient texts of biological essence."

"The vitality of a human male..." Her voice was dazed, almost academic despite the obscene act. "I’ve studied the magical properties of life force in countless grimoires, but I never imagined..."

"I never imagined the real thing would feel like this."

"Nnngh—ahhh!" I bucked involuntarily, my hips jerking forward.

The sensation was overwhelming. It didn’t feel like a hand was stroking me; it felt like I was being plunged into a pool of liquid sunlight.

The magic in her touch was amplifying every nerve ending, making the friction feel ten times more intense than anything I’d ever experienced.

"Sylvara—stop—fuck—you’re doing something to me—"

"Is it too much?" she asked breathlessly, her fingers moving faster, her pupils dilated to black holes. "Your cock... Leon, it’s magnificent."

"The way it pulses with such raw, unbridled power... it’s like holding a living spell."

"It’s so hot... so alive. I can feel your heartbeat inside my palm."

’Holy shit,’ I thought, my brain scrambling to maintain control. ’I’m going to blow.’

’I’m going to cum right now.’

The combination of her magical heat, the friction of her hand, and the relentless pounding of my cock inside her tight, virgin cunt was too much.

My vision blurred at the edges. My muscles locked up, my entire body tensing as the climax began to surge upward like an avalanche.

"Sylvara, wait—fuck—I can’t—I’m going to cum—" I gasped, my voice breaking into a pathetic whimper. "I’m too close—ahhh!"

"No, no, Leon, stay with me," she commanded, her voice suddenly gaining a desperate edge.

She didn’t stop stroking; instead, she increased the pressure, her magical heat intensifying until it felt like my cock was literally glowing inside her.

"Don’t you dare leave me yet! Hold it back!"

"Fight it! I want to feel you inside me when you break—I want to feel the moment your power floods my body!"

"I can’t—fuck—I can’t hold it—ahhh!" I flinched, a strangled cry escaping my lips as I felt the first involuntary spasms of my orgasm beginning to ripple through my cock.

The magical stimulation was bypassing my willpower entirely, forcing my body toward the edge with terrifying speed.

"Fight it, my lion," she whispered hoarsely, her own moans becoming increasingly erratic as she felt my cock twitching violently in her grip. "Hold that fire inside you until I’m ready to burn with you!"

"Please... don’t cum yet... mmmmnngh... not until I scream."

The tension in the room was unbearable. The wet, rhythmic sounds of our joined bodies, the crackling energy of her magic, and the raw, desperate sounds of our breathing created a symphony of impending destruction.

I was teetering on a knife’s edge; my cock throbbed with such intensity that it felt like it might split open, every nerve screaming for release while she desperately tried to keep me on the brink.

The dam finally broke.

I couldn’t hold it back—not against that supernatural heat, not against the magical friction of her palm.

My vision went white. My entire body convulsed as a strangled, guttural roar ripped from my throat.

"FUCK—AAAAHHHHH!"

I wasn’t just cumming, but I was LITERALLY exploding.

My cock bucked violently in her grip, and the first torrent of cum erupted with such force it felt like a geyser.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

It wasn’t a normal release, but it was a flood, hot and thick, spraying across her stomach, splattering against her thighs, and shooting across the bed until it pooled on the ancient stone floor.

"Oh—oh gods!" Sylvara gasped, her eyes widening in genuine shock.

She didn’t pull away. Her hand stayed wrapped around me, and she watched with fascination as the white ropes continued to pulse out of me in endless, powerful waves.

"It’s... it’s like water magic... it’s endless..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

She stared at my cock as it continued to spasm, the sheer volume of the seed staining her pale skin and dripping from her fingers.

I collapsed forward, my forehead resting against her collarbone as I panted like a wounded animal, saliva dripping from my mouth.

My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. "Fuck... Sylvara... what did you do to me?"

I managed to rasp out, my voice wrecked. "I’m not... I’m not supposed to cum that fast."

"That was—that was insane."

I felt weak, my muscles twitching from the aftershocks of the orgasm. But as I lay there, something strange began to happen.

The magical heat still coursing through her hand wasn’t fading; it was shifting.

Instead of cooling down, the energy seemed to recirculate, feeding directly into my cock.

"I only did what I had to," she murmured, her voice dropping to a low, hypnotic purr. "I simply... connected with your essence."

"Your body responded to the magic, Leon... It recognized the power."

I felt it then—the terrifying sensation of my cock beginning to stir again. The throbbing didn’t stop; it transformed.

The sensitivity remained at a fever pitch, but the erection was returning with a vengeance. My cock began to extend again, growing harder and thicker than before, fueled by the residual magic flooding my system.

"Sylvara, wait—fuck—" I groaned as she began to stroke me again, her grip tightening as my cock regained its full, punishing size. "I’m... I’m a mess."

"The sheets, the floor... it’s all going to get dirty."

"We’re covered in—"

"Let it be dirty," she interrupted, her voice fierce and commanding.

She pulled my hips back toward hers, her eyes blazing with a hunger that surpassed anything I had seen before. "I don’t care about the mess, Leon."

"I don’t care about propriety or cleanliness..."

"I want the raw truth of you... I want every drop, every spasm, and every filthy inch."

She guided me back toward her entrance, the tip of my re-hardened cock slick with both her arousal and my fresh seed. "Don’t stop... Don’t you dare slow down!"

"You came once, but your body... it’s still screaming for more!"

"So give it to me...! Give me everything."

"You’re insane," I growled, but the words were drowned out by the renewed lust roaring through my veins. "You’re absolutely fucking insane."

"Yes!" she screamed as I plunged back inside her, the wetness of our previous climax making the entry effortless and devastatingly deep. "Yes! Fuck me again! Fill me again! Ahhhhhh!"

The second round began not with hesitation but with a renewed violence. I was no longer just a man seeking pleasure, but I was a force of nature, driven by the magical feedback loop she had created.

Each thrust was deeper than the last, each moan from her more desperate.

The room was filled with the sounds of wet friction, the slap of skin against skin, and the increasingly frantic cries of a thousand-year-old goddess who had finally found something capable of overwhelming her.