Chapter 394: [R18] Taboo Hours(4)

He stayed buried deep inside her, pushed all the way to the hilt. He used his weight to pin her hard against the mattress, making sure every single slam of his hips hit the exact spot where he’d already cum three times.

The sound was fucking filthy,that wet, slapping noise of meat hitting meat. There was so much cum and lube inside her that there was no room left; the shit just spilled back out around his cock before he shoved it all back in again. Victoria opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

Just a "Hng—" and a broken "uhn" every time their hips collided. For Nash, that was the green light. He just kept working, not saying a word, counting in his head like he was checking items off a list: three done, seven more to go. He stayed deep, not wanting to waste a single drop of cum on the sheets.

Without even asking, he shifted her. One sharp move and she was at the edge of the bed, knees pulled up to her chest. The new angle was brutal; his twenty-two centimeters slammed right into her cervix on every single drop.

Sixteen times around. He was opening up a cunt that had already been stretched so many times that night, yet it still gripped him tight, like it couldn’t believe how big he was.

Sweat flew off his chest and landed on her tits. Her golden skin slapped against her chin with every thrust, heavy and slow. Her flat stomach jumped with the impact, and Nash actually paused mid-stroke just to watch it. White slime leaked out of her when he pulled back, but he covered it all up on the next hit, shoving the mess back inside where the System would keep counting.

Victoria could only let out "ghh—ah—" while her hands, too tired to even push him away, just clung desperately to his forearms.

This is the third time, she told herself. The thought devastated her more because she didn’t even have the breath left to speak. The third time we fuck... and I still can’t keep up. All those stupid exercises didn’t do shit. This is so annoying... all my talk about being the woman who could satisfy him... and it’s still not enough.

The next hit stole her breath. "Hng—uhn—" Her vision started to blur.

Her biggest frustration was exactly that: not being able to satisfy Nash. She wanted to be the one to pull off a miracle.

Maybe she needed help? Dahlia’s name popped into her head, and she immediately shoved it away. Dahlia didn’t have nearly as much endurance as she did. Adding another exhausted woman to the bed wouldn’t change anything except give him an audience. Then she thought of Jaz, but by then, Victoria didn’t even know where she was anymore while he kept flipping her over.

He flipped her onto her stomach for a bit, sliding an arm under her ass to keep her hips high, and fucked her like that until the sound of their skin slapping together threw sweat all over the sheets and her face was half-buried in the pillow.

She didn’t choose that position; she just ended up there. She had basically become a toy that still had a pulse. "Ah—ah—ghh—" The sounds she was making were ugly. A part of her—the elegant woman who had walked down the stairs in silk—wanted to be quiet, but that part of her was completely spent. He lifted one of her legs, making the angle even meaner and deeper.

The head of his cock rubbed the same swollen spot until her whole back tried to arch off the mattress but couldn’t. Nash watched the line of her waist, felt the weight of her ass in his hands, and saw how her body kept taking him even when she couldn’t keep the rhythm. She looked so fucking beautiful that he actually got distracted, lingering on the view for half a second too long instead of sticking to the count.

Seven. Still seven. He flipped her onto her back without pulling out of her cunt, and the movement pulled a thick rope of cum and juice out of her that he immediately shoved back in. Victoria’s head hit the pillow with a thud.

Her tits fell, heavy and shining with sweat. Her mouth stayed open, letting out a grunt that wasn’t even his name.

I’m losing again, she thought, her brain not even working normally anymore. I wanted to be the one who satisfied him, the one who could last the whole night I promised. And here I am, being used in positions I don’t even choose anymore. If I called for help, it would be so humiliating... it would be admitting the boss can’t handle a young guy in heat...

He kept hitting. Methodically. Sweat flew off both of them. The wet sound inside her grew loud and filthy, three loads of cum churning around a cock that refused to soften.

Nash didn’t even notice that she was stopping. The fact that she was still squeezing him, still dripping, and still looking gold through all the mess was driving him crazy. That feeling was dangerous. He corrected himself with a harder thrust that tore a deep grunt out of Victoria, "uhn—ghh—," and her hands just opened and closed in the air.

When he moved her one more time, she didn’t even try to follow. The strength she’d used to try and dominate him an hour ago was gone. She went limp during the turn and collapsed on her back across the mattress, legs falling wherever, mouth open, chest pumping big gulps of air.

His cock was only still in her because he had followed her down and stayed seated at the bottom. She stared up at the ceiling and let out one last sound that almost sounded like a word, but wasn’t.

"Hng—"

After that, it was just the sound of her heavy breathing.

Nash stopped cold, but he didn’t pull out. He stayed planted, deep inside her.

The silence that followed was weird. It was like that empty space when someone in front of you just stops moving. Nash stayed sitting there, buried in her pussy, still hard as a rock, his hips pressed against hers. His hands were open on her limp thighs, and he looked at her with a strange expression, like a cat watching a mouse that suddenly stopped breathing for no reason.

"Hey," he said, resting a hand gently against her cheek. "You okay?"

Victoria took a second to answer, her chest still heaving, her eyes fluttering before they locked onto his. A tired but real smile finally appeared on her face.

"I’m okay," she whispered, her voice broken. "Just... give me a second."

She was breathing way too hard, her chest going up and down. Her mouth stayed open on one last little moan. Her tits were shining with sweat, and her lower stomach was still red from the hits he’d given her. Looking at her wrecked face, Nash tried to find the woman he’d seen on the stairs—the one who had locked the door and promised him a whole night of sex. But he couldn’t find her now, and it started to worry him.

How long had it even been? The question floated in his head, but he didn’t have a number. He hadn’t been counting minutes, only how many times he’d cum. Three done, seven to go. His internal counter was useless for measuring how tired someone was. Why had she crashed so fast? The first time they did it, she lasted longer. She had time to talk, fight back, and be playful during the after sex. Now she was completely KO on her own mattress, and he wasn’t even halfway through what he wanted.

He was still far from the tenth load, far enough that the night was still open, but close enough to the finish that a small bit of panic tightened his jaw.

It was weird. He wasn’t blaming her, it was just a fact: he was having a harder and harder time finding a limit, while the girls around him seemed to burn out way faster than he remembered.

He looked at her, still buried, still feeling her heat around him. He felt a little lost, a little worried, feeling the sweat cool on his back. He stayed still, waiting for her to catch her breath, not knowing if he should finally pull out or just stay right where he was.

Victoria was half-gone for a few more seconds, then her breathing steadied. She stopped staring at the ceiling and looked at Nash.

She saw his confused face and the way he wasn’t moving, and she understood immediately.

Her right hand left the sheet and rested on his cheek. She slid her thumb along his jaw slowly, with no energy left to try and take control. She looked at him for a second, like she was checking if the guy was still in one piece after a match that had gone on way too long.

"I’m not leaving you hanging," she said. Her voice was low, too low to be her normal voice, and you could tell she was still struggling to breathe. "I’m the one who lit the fire. I’m the one who brought you up here. I’m not going to just quit and leave you with all that backlog by yourself. I’ll keep it burning. Just give me time to recover, and I’ll stay."

Nash didn’t answer right away. He could still feel how exhausted she was around his cock—that warm, loose feeling that wasn’t the tight grip from a few minutes ago. The number three turned in his head. He was far from ten, and he was almost afraid of breaking her if he kept going.

The idea of Beast Mode crossed his mind, but he knew that was a bad call. He’d tested it with the rest of the team, and the result was a disaster; two minutes of intense fire, and then the girl would be KO for the rest of the night.

There was almost no way of finishing what he’d started. He pushed the idea away because that’s not what he wanted to do to a woman this precious to him; there was no way he’d keep going if she couldn’t handle it.

She slid under him to ease his cock out, shifted back a bit to give him a clear view, and then opened her knees. One of her hands went down between their stomachs. She opened herself up for him, using two fingers to spread a cunt that was already packed full of cum.

All at once, the overflow from the three orgasms came pouring out. It was a lot—ugly, white, and thick—running along her entrance and down her golden thighs. It was a heavy leak, but she didn’t try to hide it. Instead, she kept her hand there to show him exactly what was happening, looking him straight in the eyes and inviting him with her body before she even spoke.

"Come here," she said, her voice low and encouraging. "I’m here. I’m still here. Keep going. I want you to take me, I want you to get everything out of your body, even if I have no strength left, even if I pass out. Don’t stop just because I’m too weak. I’m here. It’s still me, even when I’m not all here."

They stayed there in the silence. That was the worst part. She wanted him to get off, even if it meant using her like a cumdump, and that was the last thing he wanted. He looked down at the mess she was offering him: her thighs were shaking and tired, but she was opening herself completely for him.

That was the exact moment a silent notification lit up.

[SPECIAL SKILL UNLOCKED]

[SKILL: RECIPROCAL INSCRIPTION]

Description: Each ejaculation inside a partner restores a portion of their physical and mental endurance.

Trigger: Complete internal ejaculation