Chapter 131: (+18?)

Qing Yan was half on top of me, her cheek pressed to my chest, one leg thrown over mine. The quilt was pulled up over both of us, but it didn’t hide much. We were both still naked. Her skin was warm and a little sticky against mine. I could feel the slow, warm leak of cum from between her legs every time she shifted, sliding against my thigh. Her breasts were soft against my chest. Every breath she took moved them just enough that I felt it.

She hadn’t spoken in a while. Just breathed. Slow. A little shaky.

"You alive?" I asked. My voice came out rough.

She made a small sound against my chest. Not quite a word. Then, quieter: "I can’t move my legs."

"That bad?"

"Worse." She lifted her head just enough to look at me. Her eyes were red at the edges, lashes still damp. There was a faint smear of dried tears on her cheek and a darker mark on her neck from my mouth. "I told you to stop. Multiple times. You didn’t listen."

"You also told me not to stop. Multiple times. And you kept pulling me deeper."

She stared at me for a second, then dropped her forehead back against my collarbone with a weak huff. "That is not the point, Barry."

I slid my hand down her back under the quilt, slow, until it rested on the curve of her ass. The skin there was warm. Soft. She twitched. A soft "mmm" left her, half protest, half something else. My thumb stroked once, gentle.

"Ahh!,Barry."

"Just checking if you’re still in one piece."

"My entire body is checking out." She was quiet for a moment. Her fingers curled against my ribs. Then, smaller: "Did you enjoy it? All of it. Even when I said I couldn’t take anymore."

"Yeah." I didn’t soften it. "I did. A lot. You were beautiful like that. Still taking me. Still asking for more even when your voice broke. I liked hearing you. Feeling you come around me over and over. Filling you until you were dripping."

Her breath caught. She was silent for a few seconds. Then: "You’re–"

"You liked it too."

"...I did." The admission was quiet. "I liked feeling that you liked it. I liked you not stopping even when I said stop. I liked... how full I felt. How you kept going until I couldn’t think. I just didn’t expect to still be this sore. I can’t even close my legs properly."

My hand tightened a little on her ass. She made another small "hnngg", but didn’t pull away. Instead she shifted closer, pressing more of her body against mine. Skin to skin. Warm. Sticky in places. I could feel the soft weight of her breasts, the slow leak against my thigh, the way her heartbeat was still a little fast.

"You’re still thinking about it," she said after a while.

"The gate."

"Yes." She lifted her head again. Her eyes were steadier now, even if they were tired. "When it opens... you’re still going."

"I have to see what’s on the other side."

"I know." Her voice was small but firm. "And I’m still going with you. Even if I can’t walk properly tomorrow. You said you’d take responsibility. So you don’t get to leave me behind just because you fucked me until I can’t move."

I huffed a quiet laugh. My hand stayed on her ass, thumb stroking slow circles. She didn’t tell me to move it.

"You’re not useless."

"I can’t feel my thighs, Barry. Or my hips. Everything between my legs is... sore. And wet. Still. I can feel it leaking out of me every time I breathe."

"Temporary."

She made a soft, tired sound that was almost a laugh. Then she went still again. Her fingers traced a slow line across my stomach under the quilt, light and curious.

"Did you mean it?" she asked. "When you said you’d take responsibility. Not just for the valley. For me."

"I meant it."

"Even if the gate takes us somewhere worse. Even if we don’t come back."

"Even then."

She was quiet for a long time. Long enough that I thought she might have drifted off. Then she spoke again, voice low against my skin.

"Next time we start slower. And you let me walk the next day. And... you hold me after. Like this. Naked. Not just fuck me until I cry and then fall asleep."

"I’m holding you now."

"You are." She settled again, cheek over my heart, body warm against mine under the quilt. Completely naked. Pressed together from chest to thigh. Cum still slowly leaking from her onto my skin. Neither of us moved to clean up.

She didn’t ask me to let go. Her hand stayed on my stomach, fingers tracing idle lines, and every so often she made a small, content sound when my thumb stroked her ass again.

I turned onto my side so we were facing each other under the quilt. Qing Yan shifted with me, slow and careful, like every movement still hurt. She ended up pressed close, her chest against mine, soft and warm. Her breasts flattened a little between us. One of her legs stayed hooked over mine. I could feel the heat of her, the places we were still sticky, the slow beat of her heart against my chest.

She looked at me. Tired. Red-eyed.

"I’m not leaving you," I said. My voice was low. "When the gate opens, you’re coming with me. Whatever’s on the other side. I’m not walking through it alone. I meant what I said about responsibility. That includes you. Always."

Her eyes softened. She didn’t answer with words. She leaned in and kissed me instead. Slow. Soft. Her mouth was warm. I kissed her back, one hand settling at her waist under the quilt. It stayed gentle. For a moment.

Then I felt myself start to harden again against her stomach. She felt it too. The length of me thickening, pressing between her legs where she was still sensitive and a little open. Her body went still.

She pulled back. Looked down. Then looked at me.

"Barry."

"yeah?"

She pinched my side. Not hard, but sharp enough to make me twitch. "I can’t. Not again. I can barely feel my legs. Everything hurts. If you get hard right now I am going to be very angry."

"I’m not doing anything."

"You are doing something. It’s poking me." She sounded genuinely annoyed now. She turned over, putting her back to me, the quilt shifting with her. Her bare back was right there — thin, pale, the line of her spine, the soft curve of her waist. "Just sleep. I’m serious."

I stayed where I was for a second. Then I moved closer anyway. Both hands found her waist. I wrapped my arms around her slowly, one palm sliding over her stomach, the other settling lower, just above her hip. She tensed. Tried to push my hands away. Weakly.

"Barry. I said sleep."

"I’m sorry," I said against the back of her neck. My voice was quiet. "I didn’t mean to. It just... happened. I’m not going to do anything. I just want to hold you."

She didn’t answer. I kissed the side of her neck. Soft. Once. She made a small, involuntary noise — a shaky "mmm" — and her shoulders relaxed a fraction even as she tried to stay angry.

"I’m still mad," she muttered.

"I know."

"I can’t move. I can’t do it again. If you try anything I will set the bed on fire."

"I won’t." I kept my arms around her, hands still on her waist and stomach, not moving lower. "I’m sorry. For earlier. For not stopping when you asked. For... all of it. And for this. Just let me hold you while we sleep."

She was quiet for a long moment. Then she sighed. The tension left her back.

"...Fine. But leave me alone now. No more. Just sleep."

"I want to sleep holding you," I said. "That’s all."

She turned her head enough to look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes were still tired, still a little red, but the anger had faded. I leaned in and kissed her forehead. Soft. She closed her eyes for a second at the touch.

"Sleep," I told her.

She turned the rest of the way back toward me, slow and careful, and settled against my chest again. Her arms came around me this time. One hand rested on my back. The other stayed between us, fingers lightly curled against my stomach. Our bodies pressed together under the quilt — naked, warm, her soft chest against mine, my arms around her waist. She made a small, content sound and tucked her face against my collarbone.

"Don’t move," she whispered. "If you get hard again I’m kicking you out of the bed."

"I’ll try."

"Try harder."

I held her. She held me back. Outside, the light kept getting stronger.

We fell asleep like that. Holding each other. Neither of us let go.