Chapter 757: Flooding Her With Vitality

Seeing her slowly calm down, he pushed back in.

The new positions let him watch her face. Zephyra’s milky eyes were half-lidded, lips parted and swollen from kissing, cheeks flushed dark. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with every harsh breath.

Sol hooked her legs over his arms, folding her open, and drove into her with long, violent strokes that bottomed out every time.

The only sound in the room was just the wet sound of their bodies colliding.

Even though she had just came now, feeling his cock back in, her cunt gripped him tightly, like it was trying to keep him inside, the mature heat of her pussy almost turning feverish.

He leaned down and took one dark nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his hips kept slamming forward.

Zephyra’s hands tangled in his hair, holding him there, her back arching off the furs with every single push.

He switched to the other breast, biting hard enough to make her cry out, then licked the sting away before closing his mouth over the hard nipple again.

All the while he never stopped deep thrusting, the thick head of his cock stretching her entrance wide on every inward stroke.

Seeing her tightly closed eyes, "Look at me," he ordered, as he felt something missing with her closed eyes.

Zephyra moaned and slowly opened her eyes. The usual serene, mystic calm was gone. What remained was pure, open hunger.

Sol held her gaze while he fucked her harder, watching every flicker of pleasure and pain cross her face, every time he pushed deep, her lips would part around for a fresh moan.

From the way her walls started to flutter in short, frantic pulses, and the way her thighs tightened around his waist, he could feel her getting close again.

But he didn’t ease off.

He drove into her with equally short, rough deep strokes that kept the head of his cock grinding against her cervix, and when her third orgasm hit it was even stronger than the last one.

Her whole body turned rigid, locked in an arched position.

And a raw, uncontrolled cry tore from her throat as her cunt seized around his cock in hard, devouring spasms that pulled at every inch of his cock.

Fresh wetness flooded out of her, soaking the furs beneath them. Sol gritted his teeth and fucked her through it, refusing to slow, determined to feel every tight, living contraction and conquer them without giving in.

Just when he felt that he wouldn’t be able to hold, he pulled out again, letting the night air cool the cock.

Even though she was still in her spasming phase, her body immediately felt the emptiness and she couldn’t help making a soft, protesting sound at the sudden emptiness.

After cooling down a bit, he flipped her onto her stomach, adjusted her hips up until she was on her knees, chest pressed to the furs, and thrust back into her from behind in one hard stroke that made her cry out into the pelts.

The new position was even more enjoyable than before.

He gripped her hips hard and fucked her with long, powerful strokes, enjoying the way her ass rippled with every impact, the way her cunt stretched around his cock.

More and more wetness poured down the insides of her thighs.

Making the already thick scent of sex even thicker in the cool air of the chamber.

Sol reached around and found her clit again, rubbing firm circles while he pounded into her, and Zephyra pushed back to meet every thrust, matching his force with her own.

"That’s it," he growled. "Take it. Take every fucking inch."

Her only answer was a broken, desperate moan and her cunt clenching harder around him.

And soon he could feel her building toward a fourth peak already.

Sol leaned over her, chest against her back, and kept driving into her with short, deep strokes that never fully left her body.

One hand stayed on her clit; the other reached up and closed around her throat, not hard enough to restrict air, just enough to hold her in place while he fucked her.

Zephyra finally couldn’t hold and came again with a raw, muffled scream against the furs.

Her cunt clamped down in violent pulses that almost pulled him over the edge with her. Sol held on by pure force of will, fucking her through the orgasm until her arms gave out and she collapsed fully onto the bed, still shaking, still clenching around him.

Only then did he pull out, roll her onto her back once more, but he was also reaching his limit, so he settled between her spread thighs for the final stretch.

He pushed in slowly this time, all the way in, until his balls kissed her pussy lips... and stayed there.

Zephyra’s eyes fluttered open. Her chest heaved. Sol braced himself over her, looking down at the thoroughly wrecked High Shaman beneath him... lips swollen, breasts marked with faint red from his mouth and hands, thighs trembling, cunt still twitching around the thick cock buried inside her.

"Ready?" he asked, voice rough.

She answered by wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him deeper.

Sol began to move again with deep, steady, deliberate strokes that ground against her cervix on every thrust.

The earlier urgency had shifted into something heavier, more possessive.

He kissed her while he fucked her, slow and deep, swallowing every soft sound she made. His hands slid under her back, holding her against him so that every inch of their bodies stayed in contact.

The wet heat of her pussy, the soft weight of her breasts against his chest, the way her inner walls kept fluttering around him... he felt all of it, savoring it deeply.

Feeling his unstoppable climax, he drove into her one last time, as deep as her body would allow, and came with a low, guttural groan against her mouth.

PULSE! PULSE! PULSE! PULSE!

Thick, burning, and seemingly endless streams of his life-force shot directly into the deepest depths of her pussy, flooding her womb with his overwhelming vitality.

Wave after wave of hot, potent seed spilled into her pulsing canal, filling her to absolute capacity until her inner walls couldn’t contain it, and creamy white streaks began to leak out around his embedded cock, dripping onto the furs below.

Sol held her pinned, his breathing incredibly heavy and ragged, his face buried in her soft body as he poured every drop of his passion into the revered High Shaman.

Zephyra also whimpered softly, her arms holding his body tight, her body shivering in lingering, blissful spasms as she felt the scalding heat of his seed filling her belly.

For a long time neither of them moved.

Sol remained buried inside her, forehead resting against hers, feeling the last faint flutters of her pussy around his spent cock.

"You really did miss me," she murmured, voice hoarse and thoroughly satisfied.

Sol’s lips curved against her cheek.

"Told you sp."

He stayed inside her a little longer, simply holding her, before finally easing out and pulling her against his chest.

The quiet moonlit room fell into a peaceful, satisfied stillness, broken only by the crackle of distant night insects and the deep, synchronized breathing of two lovers laying together on the soft white ruined furs.