Chapter 449: [R18] Promise in Sweat and Flesh(2)

Nash stayed planted there, buried to the root inside Nia. His hips were pressed against her ass while she lay on the bench, one foot on the ground and the other hooked around his waist. Her chest rose and fell too fast with her breathing.

He didn’t move right away. He just pressed in a little more, hips rolling slightly so the head stayed seated against her cervix. Nia’s mouth opened.

Glrk— A wet sound came out of her throat, like she was trying to talk and it got stuck, and it turned almost immediately into a short, surprised laugh. Her eyes half-closed, her brows furrowed. She swallowed with difficulty.

"Fuck... you’re really all the way in."

Nash smiled, hands still on her thighs to keep her open. He liked that slightly lost look on her face. Her mouth stayed open. A thin line of spit was already running from the corner of her lips. Her whole body was tense around him, thighs trembling lightly, stomach clenching.

"Yeah. And you came just from taking me. Didn’t even have time to complain."

She turned her head toward him, cheeks red. Another small nervous laugh escaped her, but it turned into another muffled sound. She gargled a little, throat working.

"Glrk... you—hhk... Bastard. I didn’t even... I didn’t even have time to breathe."

Her face was flushed, one eye half-closed now. Her mouth parted. She was trying to stay in control, but her body reacted on its own: hips pushing a little toward him, cunt tightening hard around his cock, fingers digging into his arm.

He pulled out slowly, almost all the way, then thrust back in with a sharp, fast movement. His hips slapped against her ass.

Schlk-PLAP

Nia arched hard. A louder gargle escaped her. Her nails sank into his forearm. She held on, face twisting. Her eyes rolled back for a second before coming back.

"Glrk— aaah... Nash... wait...."

"Nope."

He did the same motion again, pulling almost all the way out, slowly, then driving back in with one long, heavy stroke until his hips slapped against her ass and the head hit the back.

Schlk.

Nia arched every time, her tits moving. She pushed her hips toward him a little without meaning to, one eye half-closed and mouth open.

"It’s... it’s too much. I can’t even... fuck, why does it feel like this?"

Nash smiled. He watched her cunt stretched around him, shiny, still full. He pulled out again, almost completely, and drove back in harder.

"After all this time, you still can’t handle it? What a tragedy."

She clawed at his arm. She couldn’t play tough anymore. Her body reacted on its own.

"Shut up... it’s annoying how good it is."

He kept going for a long time. The rhythm stayed heavy and steady at first. The bench creaked. Wet sounds filled the court. Every thrust she moaned, pushed back, and a small laugh escaped her when it got too much. Nash held her by the thighs, open, and controlled every stroke.

Then he sped up.

The thrusts became faster, still just as deep.

Schlk. Schlk. Schlk.

Her tits bounced harder. Sweat shone and flew around them. She was losing control, not even really talking anymore. Just weird sounds coming out of her mouth.

He grabbed her leg and put it over his shoulder. The angle changed. He pulled almost all the way out and drove in more directly. The head hit her cervix with every thrust. Nia cried out, her body shifting forward a little on the bench with each impact.

"Fuck— there— Nash, I’m gonna—"

"I know." He smiled. "Go ahead."

He sped up more. The slaps got louder and faster. His fingers found her clit and rubbed in circles while he fucked her. Nia couldn’t hold on. She pushed back, trembling, mouth wide open.

Then she broke.

"HIIIIIIIIIIII—!"

Her back arched hard off the bench. Her cunt clenched violently around him, then released all at once. A clear jet shot out around his cock, splashing his lower stomach and running in streams down his shaft before dripping onto the bench. It kept coming in small spurts with every spasm, wetting her thighs and the metal under her.

Her legs trembled hard. One eye completely closed, the other half-open, mouth wide open, a dumb smile stuck on her face. She couldn’t do anything anymore. She just took it, body emptying around him.

But Nash didn’t stop. He kept moving through it, slower now, holding her by the hips, buried to the hilt, while she stayed there, limp, mouth open, barely able to moan. He watched her face completely fall apart, her cunt leaking around his cock.

She had gone soft on the bench, arms not really holding her anymore, body still trembling in waves.

"You look good like this. After that face you made the other day during the match, I’m happy I can do this to you."

She laughed weakly, eyes struggling to open again.

"Shut up and keep going... We said... Baby-making sex. I want you to cum more."

He didn’t answer right away. He kept going for a few more thrusts, deep, watching her. Then he pulled out completely. She made a frustrated noise and tried to close her thighs. But he

He grabbed her by the waist, flipped her onto her stomach, and pulled her up onto her knees on the bench, ass raised, hands planted in front of her. He lined his cock up and drove in with one long stroke all the way to the base.

"Aaaah— hahaha— fuck..."

The cry cut off and turned into uncontrolled laughter as her face dropped toward the metal. Her body shifted forward a little under the impact, knees sliding on the bench, ass staying raised.

"Fuck—! Too— N-N-Nash...! it’s too deep like this..."

He stayed buried for a moment, hips pressed against her ass, the head seated against her cervix. He felt the tight heat around him, the small contractions that kept going even now.

"No."

He pulled almost all the way out, slowly, until only the head stayed inside. She moaned, low. Then he drove back in with one heavy thrust. His hips slapped against her ass.

Plap.

Nia shifted forward a little on the bench. All 22 centimeters sank in completely, the girth opening her with every return. Pleasure exploded in her stomach and shot straight up to her head. She felt everything, way too much. Her walls clenched hard around him.

"Fuck... Nash... it’s... it’s too good..."

He did it again, faster. Almost full withdrawal, then deep thrust to the hilt. Plap. Plap. Sweat flew a little with every impact. He felt the way she took him, the heat, the resistance that turned into a tight grip. His blood was already starting to heat up. She pushed back on every thrust, cunt clenching, arms shaking.

He sped up. The thrusts became faster, still just as deep. Plap plap plap.

The bench creaked. His hips slapped hard against her ass. She was completely pressed against the metal, face turned, mouth wide open. She couldn’t control her hips anymore; they kept coming back toward him on their own.

"I... I’m flying... fuck I’m flying... Nash I love you... I love you fuck..."

The words came out on their own, voice broken between moans. She wasn’t thinking anymore. The pleasure was too strong. She felt it everywhere, in her stomach, in her head, in her thighs that were shaking.

She was flying.

She was saying it out loud without being able to stop.

Nash felt his blood boil. Her words hit him harder than everything else. His arousal skyrocketed all at once. The urge to fuck her harder rose immediately. He tightened his grip on her hips and went all out.

He barely pulled back to half-length now, then slammed her back against him. Plap plap plap plap. The slaps were loud and fast. Sweat flew. Her ass bounced with every impact. Her knees slid, body shifting forward a little with each thrust before he pulled her back. She couldn’t talk properly anymore. Just sounds and words coming out on their own.

"Haaah— Nash— I— I love you— keep going— don’t stop—"

He felt everything. The heat gripping him. The contractions trying to keep him deep. The way she took all of him every time, stretched around his 22 centimeters. His arousal was at its peak.

He went harder, faster, hips slamming nonstop against her ass. She was screaming and laughing at the same time, completely gone, face against the metal, spit running from the corner of her mouth.

She took everything and asked for more.

[System Alert: New Parameter Detected]

No other information. Just that.

He didn’t even notice it. He kept going, even more intense, barely pulling back before driving all the way to the base with every thrust. Plap plap plap.

She was almost screaming now, voice breaking, body shaking everywhere. He felt the pleasure rising too fast, too hard. His balls tightened. He couldn’t hold back anymore.

He drove in to the hilt with one last thrust and stayed there. Cum shot out hard, in thick heavy spurts, filling her all at once.

"HIIIIIIII—!" Nia screamed.

Her whole body clenched. Her cunt pulsed violently around him while he emptied, trying to keep everything in. She trembled everywhere, crushed on the bench, mouth wide open. The pleasure was still hitting her, too strong, while he kept rolling his hips in small movements to push it as deep as possible. His hands stayed tight on her hips to hold her. She barely moved anymore. Just spasms.

[Pregnancy: 36% → 61%]

When the last pulses passed, he stayed buried. She was breathing too fast, face against the metal, spit running, body soft. Cum was already starting to leak around his cock, thick, down her thigh.

Nash pulled out slowly. Cum flowed out right away, thick and heavy, down Nia’s thigh and onto the bench. He stepped back, legs a little weak, and dropped down to sit on the ground. His breathing was still fast. He ran a hand over his face. His cock was still sensitive, painfully hard, sticky with everything that had leaked.

He hadn’t planned to go that hard. He looked at Nia without moving.

Fuck... What was that?

She was on her knees on the bench, ass raised, face turned to the side against the metal. She was trembling everywhere. From where he sat, he could see everything from behind.

Her ass open. Her asshole contracting in small irregular spasms, shiny with sweat. Her stretched cunt letting a real river of cum flow out, white and thick, running down her slit, over her perineum, and dripping in streams onto the bench and the asphalt. She was breathing too fast. One eye half-open, mouth completely open. Spit had dried a little at the corner of her lips.

He had never seen her like this. Completely wrecked. Ass still raised. Not even trying to get up.

Is she... is she okay?

But Nia reassured him very quickly. She slid a hand between her legs. Two fingers pressed against her cunt, trying to block the exit.

But it didn’t help. Cum kept flowing around her fingers, hot and thick. She moaned, forehead against the bench. Then her body clenched again, harder. She came again, weaker this time, pushing her fingers in deeper and moving them slowly.

Her hips rolled on their own. Her wetness mixed with the cum. She trembled harder, a small broken laugh escaping between moans.

"Fuck..." she murmured. "It’s still going..."

Nash watched her. He saw her fingers moving, saw her asshole contracting at the same time. He saw the cum keep flowing despite her efforts. He could still feel the heat of her cunt around his cock, like she was still there.

Maybe he had gone too far this time? But it was hot as fuck to see her like this, still cumming by herself, fingers inside her, ass clenching under his eyes.

Nia slowly turned her head. Her eyes were bright, a little wild, but soft. A tired smile appeared on her face. She pushed herself up with difficulty, arms shaking, legs struggling to hold her. Cum kept running down her thighs as she turned toward him.

"Nash..." Her voice was soft, a little broken. "That was... fuck that was incredible. I love you... Really... You fucked me so good. I’ve never felt that."

She climbed off the bench, still trembling, and came toward him on her knees on the asphalt. Cum was still dripping. She positioned herself between his legs. Her hands rested on his thighs. She looked up at him. There was something different. She wasn’t playing at all anymore. She looked at him with open adoration, visible in her eyes and in the way she smiled.

Nash thought she wasn’t the same. That there was something more. It was hard to explain, but he could almost see it around her: an aura.

He didn’t know what yet. But he felt it, in the way she looked at him, in the heat that was still rising in his stomach just from seeing her approach like this.

"You’re perfect." She took his cock in one hand and stroked it slowly, from the base to the head, looking at it. "Look at you... Still hard... It’s because of you that I’m like this. Because of this."

He felt her fingers around him, warm, a little sticky. His cock twitched in her hand. She touched him like it was a sacred relic. Like she was worshipping it.

She leaned in a little more and gave a soft, almost respectful kiss on the slit of the head. Her tongue came out and licked slowly, tasting. He felt the wet heat, the small movement. Then she opened her mouth and took him in, centimeter by centimeter, looking him in the eyes.

She started sucking him, hand still stroking what she couldn’t take, tongue working under the head, moaning around him.

Nash watched her. He felt her hot mouth, her tongue sliding, the light suction. He didn’t move yet, letting her do it. She was completely in it now. If there was a zone for fucking, for sure, she was in it.

But in the shadow of his head, without him having noticed yet, something was blinking ominously, waiting for him to notice this thing that could change his world forever.

[System: Resonance Available]