Chapter 193: Shut Up and Fuck Me***

Chapter 193: Chapter 193: Shut Up and Fuck Me***

I looked up at her.

The same red eyes that had stared down at me during the exam, during the ballroom, during every calculated claim, were hazy now.

Her face was flushed, white hair sticking to her neck and collarbones with sweat.

The political mask had cracked.

What sat on top of me was just Giselle, breathing hard, pussy hovering over the head of my cock like she still hadn’t decided whether to finish what she started.

"...Stop talking," I whispered, and raised both hands to her breasts.

I squeezed them, thumbs brushing the tight nipples, feeling the weight and heat of her.

Giselle’s breath hitched, but her voice stayed sharp.

"Answer or I will hit you again."

"You’re asking permission now?"

"Revien..."

My name.

Not "support."

Not a cold order.

My name, spoken like a warning and a plea at the same time.

It cut through the last of the playfulness.

I stopped teasing.

"I wouldn’t have kissed you if I wanted to stop in the middle," I said, steady.

"Let’s go all the way."

Something shifted in her expression: surprise, then heat, then a small, different smile that had nothing to do with victory or strategy.

Giselle lowered herself until the soaked lips of her pussy kissed the head of my cock.

She rubbed there, slow, deliberate, coating me, torturing both of us.

I groaned.

"God— just put it—"

She sank in one continuous motion.

Tight. Scalding. Perfect.

Every inch dragged against her walls until I was buried to the base and there was nothing left between us.

"Agh—"

My hands clamped onto her waist hard enough to leave marks.

Giselle’s head fell back.

A broken sound tore out of her throat.

"Ah... ah... hnnng...!"

I thrust up from below, short and sharp, and felt her flutter around me.

"Not so talkative?" I managed.

Her eyes narrowed.

Then her hips began to move.

She rose until only the head remained inside, then dropped, taking me fully again.

The rhythm started carefully, testing, the same way she tested angles in a fight, and then it stopped being careful.

Giselle braced her hands on my chest and rode me with growing confidence, each downward stroke harder, wetter, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the suite.

My head tipped back against the pillow.

I held her waist and let her work, watching the way her stomach tensed, the way her breasts moved with every bounce.

[Succubus Transformation —> 5%]

[New Innate Ability unlocked]

[Ability Pending review]

I didn’t care.

Whatever the system wanted to hand me could wait.

Giselle gathered her white hair with both hands and lifted it off her neck, holding it up while her hips snapped faster.

"Like the view?"

The new angle made her tighter.

Her perky tits bounced with every movement, nipples stiff, begging.

My hands left her waist and rose on instinct.

I pinched both nipples at once, rolling them between my fingers, then sat up just enough to close my mouth around the left one and suck hard.

"Ah—! Revien—!"

The sound of my name in that voice almost finished me.

I bit down gently and kept thrusting up to meet her.

Giselle’s rhythm stuttered.

Her cunt clenched hard around my cock.

She was close.

So was I.

The fragment under my ribs burned like a second heartbeat, feeding on every spike of pleasure we gave each other.

"...Don’t stop," she ordered, voice fraying.

"Wasn’t planning to."

I dropped back, planted my feet, and drove up into her with short, punishing thrusts while she slammed down to meet them.

The wet slap of our bodies turned frantic.

Giselle’s mouth opened: real, unguarded moans spilled out of her with every impact.

"Ah... ah... fuck... deeper—"

I gave her deeper.

One hand stayed on her breast, the other gripped her hip and forced her down harder onto me.

Her walls started fluttering in the way that meant she was about to break.

I felt my own orgasm coiling low and inevitable.

"Giselle—"

"I know— don’t pull out—"

She came first.

Her whole body locked, cunt clamping down on my cock in tight pulses, a long broken cry tearing from her throat as she shook on top of me.

The sight and the feeling dragged me under with her.

I thrust up once, twice, and emptied into her in spurts, filling her while her orgasm still milked every drop.

We stayed locked together, trembling, breathing as we had just fought a war.

Giselle’s arms gave out.

She collapsed forward onto my chest, hair everywhere, cunt still twitching around me.

I could feel my release starting to leak out around the place where we were joined.

Neither of us moved for a long moment.

Then I rolled.

She made a small sound of protest that turned into a gasp when I put her on her back without ever fully leaving her body.

I hooked one of her legs over my elbow, planted my free hand beside her head, and looked down at her flushed, wrecked face.

"My turn."

Giselle’s red eyes were half-lidded, but the challenge was still there.

"...Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Then move."

I moved.

The first deep thrust made her arch off the bed. The second dragged a moan out of her that she didn’t even try to swallow. I set a steady, powerful rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in to the hilt, watching her breasts bounce and her mouth fall open.

"Still want me to focus only on you?" I asked, voice rough.

"Shut up and fuck me."

I did.

I shifted the angle, pushing her knee higher toward her chest so I could sink even deeper.

Giselle’s hands scrambled for purchase: one in the sheets, one on my shoulder, nails digging in.

Every thrust punched a punched-out sound from her lungs.

[Energy transfer: High]

[Host arousal: Climbing again]

I lowered my head and kissed her, swallowing the next moan, while my hips kept working.

She kissed back messily, teeth and tongue, the last of her control burning away with every stroke.

"Harder...," she demanded against my mouth.

I gave her harder.

The bedframe knocked against the wall.

"Revien— I can’t—"

"Yes you can."

I hooked both of her legs over my arms, folded her, and drove deep.

The new depth tore another broken sound from her.

My own release built fast and violent.

Her hands rose to cup my face.

"Drain me..."