Chapter 749: Depositing The Seeds

Soon Sol established a slow, agonizingly deep, and excruciatingly thorough rhythm.

SLAP. SLIP. SLAP. SLIP.

He wasn’t rushing. Every single thrust was a masterpiece of agonizing pleasure. Sol explored every angle of her inner passage, finding every sensitive nerve, every hidden fold, driving into her with the deliberate, unhurried power of an ocean tide crashing against a cliff.

"Ah... ah... Sol... yes... like that..." Veylara moaned, her voice turning soft, fluid, and utterly breathless. She threw her head from side to side on the pillows, completely lost in the rhythm.

Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the hard, sweating ridges of his muscles, her nails leaving white trails along his skin.

"You like how deep I am, Veylara?" Sol whispered, his voice deep and dark in her ear as his hips continued their heavy, rhythmic pounding.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Yes! By the ancestors, yes!" Veylara sobbed openly now, her sovereign composure completely obliterated. "You’re touching my deopth, Sol... you’re pounding right into my core!"

"Good," Sol growled, his speed beginning to pick up. "Because I’m not stopping until you can’t even remember your own name."

The pace shifted from slow, agonizing savoring into a relentless, earth-shattering storm.

Sol gripped her left leg, lifting her long, bronzed thigh over his shoulder, opening her up to an even more terrifying, uninhibited depth.

He pounded into her with full physical force, his hips slamming against her heavy, bare cheeks with loud, wet, echoing cracks that filled the room.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The bed beneath them groaned under the heavy, rhythmic impact. The white mammoth pelts shifted and bunched around their sweating bodies as Sol drove into her like a virgin who had finally been given a chance by a hot milf.

His broad chest slammed against her full breasts with every downward stroke, his mouth leaning in to capture her wild, breathless screams into deep, bruising kisses.

Veylara felt like she was flying. Her mind was a blinding vortex of sensation. Every thrust of his massive cock felt like a lightning strike directly to her soul.

Her inner walls, completely saturated with her own juices, clutched at his cock, trying to draw his volcanic heat deeper into her womb.

The tight, silky grip of her cunt only spurred him on. Every time he bottomed out her walls clenched hard around him, as if trying to keep him there, and he answered by fucking her even deeper.

The wet, filthy sounds of their bodies grew louder and louder as sweat gathered between them.

The scent of sex thickened in the warm air of the chamber.

The head of his cock stayed pressed against her womb, grinding and punching with every snap of his hips. Veylara’s cries grew higher, more desperate.

Her thighs trembled violently around his waist. Fresh wetness flooded around his shaft as her body reacted to the sudden, overwhelming intensity.

"Sol! Sol! I’m coming again! I’m coming!" Veylara shrieked, her voice echoing through the high cedar rafters of her private sanctum.

Her body locked up rigid beneath him. Her toes curled, her thighs shivered violently, and her pussy went into a terrifying, crushing contraction that milked his shaft with desperate, violent spasms.

Another, even larger fountain of female juice gushed from her depths, coating his cock in scalding, slick sweetness as her climax rampaged through her body and soul.

Sol felt her inner walls gripping his cock with a force that almost made his eyes go black. The sheer, tight, pulsing sensation of her womb swallowing his head was too much to bear.

With a low, primal roar that almost rattled chamber, Sol leaned his full weight forward, pinning her chest to the furs, and delivered three final, devastating, balls-deep thrusts that buried his entire length as far as humanly possible into her pussy.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

"SOL—!" Veylara screamed, her arms locking around his neck in total, breathless surrender.

Sol locked his hips flush against her bare buttocks, his body stiffening as his seed erupted from his cock.

PULSE! PULSE! PULSE! PULSE!

Thick, burning, and seemingly endless streams of his life-force shot directly past her cervix, flooding the deepest chambers of her womb with his overwhelming vitality.

Wave after wave of hot, potent seed spilled into her slick, pulsing depths, filling her to absolute capacity until her inner walls couldn’t hold it all, and creamy, white streaks began to leak out around the base of his embedded cock.

Sol held her pinned beneath him, his chest heaving like a forge bellows, his face buried in the crook of her neck as he poured every single drop of his passion into his woman.

Veylara whimpered softly against his ear, her arms holding him tight, her legs wrapped around his waist as she felt the scalding heat of his seed washing through her belly.

The sheer, overwhelming volume of his release filled her with an incredible, profound sense of wholeness, anchoring her heart, her body, and her Fifth Layer soul to him forever.

The storm slowly subsided into a warm, quiet stillness.

The only sounds remaining in the private lounge were the crackle of the dying hearth fire, the soft rustle of white furs, and the deep, synchronized breathing of the two apex predators locked in each other’s arms.

Sol didn’t pull out. He stayed buried to the hilt inside her soft, weeping heat, resting his full weight over her body, his hand tenderly stroking her dark, sweaty hair away from her glowing face.

Veylara lay beneath him, completely spent, her eyes half-lidded, a radiant, deeply satisfied smile gracing her full lips. Her hands rested gently on his broad back, her fingers lightly tracing his muscle lines.

"You... you truly are a brute," Veylara whispered softly, her raspy voice filled with endless, liquid warmth.

Sol lifted his head, looking down at his Warchief with a lazy, crooked smirk, his crimson eyes gleaming with quiet devotion.

"Well, who told you to be so beautiful and strong." Sol drawled, kissing her swollen lips softly.

Veylara let out a soft, breathy laugh, tightening her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into her warmth as they settled together into the soft, white furs.

.....

A/N: Guys, this month’s situation has been really bad, if you could send some extra support, I’ll be extremely grateful and go on a writing rampage.