Chapter 120. That Deerkin Ability Or Magic Really Makes Me Wanted Get More Rough**

Chapter 120: 120. That Deerkin Ability Or Magic Really Makes Me Wanted Get More Rough**

It was no longer just sex, but it was a war of attrition.

Neither of us would yield.

We were locked in a desperate, beautiful struggle to see who would break first—who would surrender their consciousness to the white noise of pleasure.

I was driving my fingers into her cunt with relentless rhythm, my tongue working like a piston against her clit, while she was simultaneously trying to drain every last drop of essence from my cock with her throat.

The sounds in the room were primal: the wet, slapping noise of her ass against my thighs, the guttural moans from my throat, and the high, keening shrieks escaping her nose as she tried to breathe through the overwhelming sensation.

’Who’s going to break?’ I wondered through the haze of lust. ’Her or me?’

Then, the dam shattered simultaneously.

"AAAAHHHHHHHH—!" Sylvara’s scream was a raw, unfiltered howl of surrender as her body convulsed in a violent, prolonged climax.

At that exact heartbeat, my own control snapped. "FUCK—YES!" I roared as my cock bucked violently in her mouth.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT~!

The release was volcanic.

I felt my muscles lock up as waves after waves of hot, thick cum erupted from me. Sylvara didn’t flinch, but she leaned into it, her throat working in desperate, greedy gulps, taking every single drop.

I could feel her swallowing, her throat bobbing as she refused to let a single drop of my seed escape her mouth.

SQUUUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT~!

At the same moment, Sylvara’s own climax triggered something primal in her body—her squirting was instant and explosive.

A torrent of her own sweet, magical nectar sprayed across my face, my chest, and my neck.

I gasped for air, my lungs burning as I lay there, dazed, covered in a cocktail of our combined fluids.

My vision swam as the aftershocks rattled through my entire frame.

For several long minutes, the only sound was our ragged, desperate breathing.

Sylvara slowly disentangled herself from me. She crawled forward, her movements shaky and uncoordinated from the intensity of her orgasm.

She sat back on her heels on the bed, her hair disheveled, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with residual pleasure.

She looked like a goddess who had been dragged through heaven. I watched her, panting, as I reached up with a shaking hand to wipe the mixture of precum and her own juices from my eyes.

She watched me clean myself, her gaze fixed on my face with an intensity that made my blood stir again.

"You..." she whispered, her voice wrecked, "you truly are... something else, Leon."

But she wasn’t done.

The hunger in her eyes hadn’t faded; it had transformed. The competitive fire was gone, replaced by something far more dangerous: a deep, desperate need to be claimed.

Without saying a word, she shifted. She moved to the center of the bed, turning away from me and lowering herself onto all fours.

Then, she slowly arched her back, pushing her hips high into the air. She spread her thighs as wide as they could possibly go, lifting them slightly to expose her swollen, dripping cunt.

With unsteady fingers, she reached down, hooking them into her own folds and pulling them apart, stretching herself open as wide as possible.

The sight was obscene—the raw, pink interior of her cunt was fully exposed, glistening under the dim light, waiting for me.

She was literally preparing herself, making sure there would be no resistance, no pain—only immediate, devastating penetration.

I felt my cock twitch, already hardening again despite the exhaustion.

"Sylvara..." I rasped.

She turned her head back to look at me over her shoulder. Her expression was one of complete, unmitigated surrender.

Her eyes were wet with tears of ecstasy, and her lips were swollen from my mouth.

"My Beastmate..." she whimpered, the words breaking on her lips as she pulled herself even wider, offering herself up like a sacrifice at an altar. "Please... don’t make me wait."

"Don’t make me beg anymore... Breed me."

"Fill me with your power... Make me yours completely."

The command... especially the plea sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated dominance through me.

I moved over her like a predator, my shadow falling across her exposed body. The tension in the room was so thick I could almost taste it.

I wasn’t just going to fuck her, but I was going to claim her.

I moved over her like a predator stalking prey, but there was no malice in my movement—only an overwhelming, possessive hunger.

I crawled slowly up between her spread thighs, my knees pressing into the mattress on either side of her hips.

I reached down, my large hands wrapping around her knees, pulling them even wider until she was completely vulnerable, her entrance gaping open like a flower awaiting the sun.

I didn’t thrust. Not yet.

Instead, I positioned the swollen, throbbing head of my cock against her slick opening. I just pressed it there, letting her feel the blunt heat of me stretching against her sensitive folds.

Sylvara let out a breathless, shaky giggle that sounded foreign coming from such a dignified being.

"Leon..." she whispered, her eyes half-lidded as she looked back at me. "You are such a naughty man... to tease me like this when I am already so undone."

"I need to savor this, Sylvara," I rumbled, my voice thick with restrained desire. "I need to understand every inch of you before I claim you."

I began to slide in, millimeter by millimeter. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

Her cunt wasn’t just soft... it felt alive, the muscles instinctively rippling around my cock as if trying to draw me in.

As the head of my cock breached her entrance, Sylvara’s head arched back violently. "Oh gods—ahhh!—so hot... it’s so hot inside you..."

Historically, Sylvara’s people held a deep-seated disdain for humans... their history was one of conflict and misunderstanding.

But as I pressed deeper, I could feel her resistance melting away.

I wasn’t just some human... I was her beastmate, her equal, and yeah... her mate.

The biological imperative was stronger than centuries of prejudice.

"Don’t stop," she gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets. "I can feel you... filling me... please, Leon, go deeper!"

"I want to feel all of you."

I was studying her, fascinated by the way her body reacted to every micro-movement. But as I pushed past the initial tightness, I felt a sudden, sharp resistance—the barrier of her hymen.

I didn’t pull back. I leaned into it, giving one determined, steady thrust.

Pop.

"AAAAHHHHH—!"AAAAHHHHH—! " Sylvara’s scream was sharp, almost painful, as the membrane tore.

A sudden rush of heat flooded between us—a mixture of her clear, sweet arousal and a few bright drops of crimson blood.

The shock of it caused her body to react instantly... her cunt spasmed so violently that she squirted again, a fresh spray of nectar mixing with the blood, painting my thighs.

"Sylvara! Fuck—are you okay?" I pulled back immediately, my heart hammering against my ribs. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

"Leon—hngh—stop worrying," she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Her deerkin healing was already at work. I could see the way the small tear began to knit itself back together even as she spoke.

"It is... it is done."

"The barrier is gone... I am open to you now."

"Please... don’t stop. Take what is yours."

The permission she gave me was like gasoline on a fire. I gripped her hips hard, my knuckles white, and delivered one massive, devastating thrust.

"OH GODS—LEON—AAAAHHHHH!"

My cock buried itself to the hilt, punching past her cervix and bottoming out against her deepest interior. The sound she made wasn’t just a moan but more like a primal shriek of overwhelmed sensation.

"It’s... it’s so massive..." she sobbed out, her eyes rolling back in her head. "It feels like... like being stabbed with fire, but... gods, it feels so good!"

"I can feel you touching my very soul!"

I had to plant both palms flat against the mattress, bracing myself just to stay upright. Her cunt was doing something extraordinary—it wasn’t just gripping me, but it was pulsing with a rhythmic, exotic magical feedback that vibrated through my entire skeleton.

Every time I moved, her internal walls seemed to change texture, shifting from velvet to something more firm and stimulating, as if her body was actively reshaping itself to accommodate my size.

"You’re hitting me so deep..." she moaned, her voice breaking into incoherent whimpers as I began to find a rhythm. "Every thrust... it’s like you’re rewriting me from the inside out... nngh—ahhh—yes!"

I didn’t answer with words.

I answered with motion.

I began to pound into her, each thrust longer and harder than the last, letting the raw power of my Beastmate blood drive me as I claimed her cunt, her body, and her very essence.