Chapter 123. I’m Saying Love Too Straightforward At Her. And We’re Going Wild**

Chapter 123: 123. I’m Saying Love Too Straightforward At Her. And We’re Going Wild**

I lay there for a second, panting like a wounded animal, my chest heaving as I tried to regain control of my breathing.

I looked up at her, seeing the genuine guilt in her beautiful features, and I couldn’t help but manage a weak, shaky thumbs-up.

"It’s... hngh... it’s fine," I managed to wheeze out. "Just... give me a second."

But Sylvara wasn’t about to let the moment die. Seeing how thoroughly she had wrecked me only seemed to fuel her newfound hunger.

"You’re still so warm inside me," she whispered, her voice dropping into something darker, something more primal. "And you’re still so hard."

She began to move again. But she wasn’t moving like a virgin anymore.

She had been watching me... studying my rhythm, my aggression, the way I used my hips to dominate the space.

She began to mimic me. She started grinding her ass against mine with a punishing tempo, her thighs squeezing my hips with increasing speed.

She was adopting my own rough, dominating style, turning herself into a force of nature that refused to be placated.

Slap-slap-slap-slap!

"Nngh—yes—like this?" she moaned, her voice growing louder and more commanding as she picked up the pace. "Is this how you like it, Leon?"

"Do you like it when I take what I want?"

I watched her in awe. Her massive breasts were bouncing wildly with each impact, her skin flushed pink from the exertion.

I was stunned—she was trying to be like me.

She was trying to be the predator.

Seeing this ancient, dignified being transform into a rough, demanding lover made my heart swell with a terrifying amount of affection.

I wasn’t just horny anymore... I was falling in love with the raw, unfiltered soul she was revealing.

"Fuck, Sylvara..." I groaned, my hands finding her hips again. "You’re... you’re incredible."

"You’re learning so fast."

"I’m learning you," she panted, her hair sticking to her forehead as she accelerated. "I can’t believe it... I can’t believe a human can last this long."

"How can you still be so raring to go?"

"How do you have so much left in those balls after what you just did?" She let out a breathless laugh that turned into a moan as she drove herself down hard. "Ahhh—fuck—you’re endless!"

As she continued her relentless assault, I noticed something.

My breathing was getting heavier, and a small grimace crossed my face as she slammed down repeatedly. Her weight, combined with the sheer force of her movements, was immense.

Sylvara noticed the flicker of discomfort. "Leon?"

"Wait—" she stopped momentarily, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Am I... am I too heavy?"

"I’m sorry, I forgot how much power my body holds when I’m like this..."

"Am I hurting you?"

I looked up at her, seeing the worry in her eyes, and I gave her a genuine smile despite the strain.

"Don’t worry about that," I rasped, my voice thick with sincerity. "You’re heavy, yeah..."

"It’s a lot of work, Sylvara. But honestly?"

"It feels like a fucking workout... I love feeling your weight crushing me into the bed."

"Don’t you dare slow down."

That was all the permission she needed.

"Then let’s work it out together," she growled.

She redoubled her efforts, her ass slamming into mine with renewed vengeance. The room was filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of her punishing my cock, her screams of pleasure mixing with my guttural roars.

She was relentless, a beautiful, heavy, demanding goddess who had decided that she would not stop until she had drained every last drop of life from me.

Sylvara was in a trance of pure, unadulterated lust. She wasn’t just riding me anymore—she was claiming me.

Her hips moved with a devastating velocity, her ass slamming against mine with such force that the entire bed creaked in rhythmic agony.

Each time she descended, she grabbed both of her own massive breasts, squeezing them together to create a cleavage so tight it looked like her nipples would burst from the pressure.

"Nnngh—fuck—Leon—AAAAHHH!" she screamed, her head tossing back as her hair whipped around her face. "I never—ahhh—I never knew this existed!"

"I’ve never been so eager to die on a cock in my entire life!"

"Just—fuck—just destroy me!"

I reached up, my hands finding those enormous breasts she was squeezing.

I wrapped my fingers around them, adding my own pressure to hers, kneading the soft flesh while my cock took the full brunt of her relentless grinding.

"You’re not dying, Sylvara," I managed to grunt out between labored breaths, trying to keep pace with her. "You’re just... coming alive."

"Then don’t stop—oh gods—don’t you dare stop!" she wailed, her climax building again like a storm on the horizon.

"Seriously though," I panted, a lopsided grin breaking through my exhaustion as I looked up at her flushed face. "About that weight... I think I figured it out."

"It’s not the muscle... It’s definitely those gigantic tits and that ass of yours!"

"They’re like two beautiful anchors keeping me pinned to this bed."

Sylvara let out a surprised, melodic laugh that broke through her moans.

"Hahaha—oh, you—ahhh—you shameless human!" she giggled even as she drove herself down hard, the contrast between her laughter and her desperate thrusts making my blood boil.

But as the laughter faded, the intensity in the room shifted. The air grew thick with something deeper than just lust.

I stopped focusing on the physical sensation for a moment, looking up at her with genuine, unguarded emotion. I took a shaky gulp, trying to find the words through the haze of arousal.

"Sylvara," I said, my voice dropping to a serious, husky register. "I mean it."

"You’re... you’re more than just incredible."

"You’re impossibly sexy... The way you move, the way you look at me when you’re taking what you want... it’s not just making me cum."

"It’s making me fall for you... harder than I ever thought possible."

The effect was instantaneous. Sylvara froze mid-thrust.

Her hips stopped their frantic motion, and she sat atop me, her chest heaving as she stared down at me. Her expression was unreadable for a heartbeat—startled, vulnerable, almost frightened by the sincerity in my eyes.

A slow, self-conscious smile crept across her lips.

"My, my..." she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "What have I become?"

"A naughty, shameless woman like this?"

"Is this what happens when a divine beastwoman meets a human?"

"Are you... are you turned off, Leon?"

"Does my filthiness scare you?"

I didn’t hesitate. I reached up, cupping her face with both hands, forcing her to meet my gaze.

"Turned off? Sylvara, you have no idea."

"Hearing you talk like that, seeing you act like this... it makes me want to fuck you all day and all night."

"I want to spend every hour of every day inside you."

"Hell, I want to fuck you for a full week straight without stopping until we both forget what the real world even looks like."

Sylvara’s eyes widened. "H-huh...?!"

"A whole week?!" she gasped, her voice breaking. "You—you absolute madman!"

She let out a choked sound that was half-sob, half-laugh, and suddenly she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around my neck in a crushing hug.

She pressed her body against mine so tightly I could feel every heartbeat, every shudder.

"Oh, stop it, Leon..." she murmured against my ear, her breath hot and shaky. "You really do know exactly what to say to ruin me, don’t you?"

But she didn’t pull away.

Instead, she shifted, settling herself back down with renewed purpose. The tenderness of the moment didn’t extinguish the fire... it acted as fuel.

"If that’s what you want," she whispered darkly, her hips beginning to roll again, "then we better get started."

"Because I intend to hold you to that promise."

I met her halfway. As she began to ride again, I stopped being passive.

I gripped her waist hard, digging my fingers into her hips, and began thrusting upward to meet every one of her descents.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Yes—fuck—THAT’S IT! "Sylvara shrieked as our movements synced into a perfect, devastating harmony." Oh gods—Leon—yes—AAAAHHH!"

The room exploded into sound again—the wet, rhythmic slapping of flesh, her increasingly unhinged screams of ecstasy, and my own guttural roars of triumph.

We were no longer just two bodies colliding; we were two forces of nature, locked in a dance of love and lust that promised to consume everything in its path.

Sylvara was beyond restraint now. She wasn’t just riding me; she was hunting for climax with the desperation of a starving predator.

To gain more leverage, she planted her feet firmly against the mattress, bracing herself like an athlete preparing for a sprint.

With that added support, her movements became terrifyingly fast and devastatingly heavy. Each descent was a sledgehammer blow that rattled my bones.

"Nnngh—AAAAHHHH—Leon!" Her cries were becoming incoherent, broken fragments of pleasure as she drove herself down with inhuman speed.

"Sylvara—wait—fuck—slow down!" I roared, my hands gripping the sheets so hard they nearly tore. My vision was swimming in red and gold. "I can’t—I’m serious—I’m going to bust everything I have left!"

"I’ll cum until my balls are completely empty, Sylvara!"

"I can’t take this pace!"

But she was lost to the storm.

"I can’t!" she screamed back, her hips bucking wildly. "I can’t stop!"

"Your cock—it’s too big, Leon!"

"It’s too hard—it’s stretching me open in ways that feel like heaven and hell at the same time!"

"It feels too good to stop moving—oh gods, oh gods—AAAAHHH!"