Chapter 1377: The Standing Fold (r-18)

He turned her before she could ask for the Mark twice.

The Goddess went with it, long and taut; her palms found the table as Phei put one hand in the small of her back and folded her only as far as that arch required. Her stomach never touched the wood.

His other arm wound her waist and hauled her ass back onto him, and the Goddess stood there on her own feet, spine bowed; her teardrop tits hung into the open air, her dark hair slid off one shoulder, and her black eyes stared at the far wall as if composure could survive this.

Phei kissed down the elegant bow of her back first open-mouthed along the line of her spine, then set the fat head of his cock against her dripping pussy from behind and let her see nothing and feel everything — the broad crown parted her inner lips, the leftover length lay heavy along the seam of her ass, fire rolled, frost chased it.

He filled one hand with a hanging teardrop tit and squeezed the soft underside until the nipple tightened against his fingers.

"Mmh..."

He set the head of his cock against her dripping pussy from behind and pushed.

"Nnh—!"

She took his cock in a long, wet swallow; her inner walls clung down the shaft as he buried what she could hold and kept her pinned in that standing fold, and the first take left a thick sqelch as her pussy closed around the flare of him.

His hand on her back kept the arch.

The arm around her waist kept her from collapsing forward.

Then he fucked her... fast... so hard.

His cock drove in and out of her pussy in hard, deep strokes that made their bodies meet with a wet slap, ass to hips, again and again, the sound was too loud for a room this close to the hall.

"Ahh— Phei—"

Each meeting cracked wet—

—Ass to hips. A heavy, filthy slap, pah, then pah again, then the quieter obscene kiss of her pussy swallowing him, sqelch on the bury, a wetter sqelch on the drag out, then the wet drag of the withdraw as inner lips clung and turned glossy and got pulled outward along the shining shaft.

He left the other length outside her on purpose and looked down at the show of it — dark, veined, dripping with her — before he fed her again and her entrance went pale around the girth, then flushed as it took him.

He slapped her ass once, open-handed, pah, and the sting jumped through her into the next wet punch of his cock.

"Ahn—"

He did not stay still with his hands.

The palm on her back traced the elegant bow of her spine, up to the nape where her hair had fallen, then down again to hold the arch in place while he pumped her—

The arm at her waist slid higher and filled itself with one teardrop tit; it squeezed the soft underside and rolled the tight nipple between two fingers until she pushed her ass back onto his cock for more.

He let that tit go only to drag his hand down the flat jump of her stomach and find her clit, and rubbed the swollen peak with two fingers in time with the punishing rhythm, and her entrance flushed around him on every bury and paled on every withdraw, inner lips dragged out along the shining length of him before they folded back in when he fed her again, pah-pah where their bodies met, sqelch-sqelch where her pussy worked the shaft.

"Phei—"

He kissed her back while he did it, mouth open on the lean muscle beside her spine, then higher, and bit the place he had already marked under her ear.

He slapped her ass again and the wet clap of his palm landed in the same beat as the wet slap of his body, pah on her ass, pah on the join, and her hanging tit jumped in his other hand.

Goddess Fall Touch poured from the palm on her back and from the fingers on her nipple, and her pussy locked around what she could hold so hard the next withdraw came out louder, a wet, filthy sound that filled the resting room, a long sqelch as the shining length left her.

"Haah... ahh..."

Goddess Fall Touch poured from both hands at once — from the palm that kept her bowed and from the fingers that worked her clit — and the Goddess’s grace shook without breaking. Fire rolled through his cock, then frost chased it, and her pussy locked around him so hard he groaned into her hair.

Phei pulled her neck backwards and bit her neck. Open-mouthed. Wet. Just under her ear, where a goddess would have to hide the mark later.

He sucked that patch of skin while his hips kept hammering her pussy, pah-pah-pah against her ass, and her hands braced the table, fingers white on the wood.

"Mmh— Phei— there—"

Her hands left the table—

She reached behind her and caught his ass and pulled him deep into her pussy with the same rhythm of his hard and fast strokes in her oussy.

"Fuck," she breathed, wrecked and certain. "Phei— you’re so— out of the world—"

"Nngh."

She held his ass strong and pushed him deeper into her pussy each time; she followed the rhythm instead of only taking it and met each slap of his body with a backward roll of her own. He kept biting her neck and marking it while she did that, one hand crushing her tit again, the other back on her clit, and the wet slap of his hips against her ass filled the resting room until laughter down the hall should have stopped her and did not.

She forgot the door. She forgot everything but the burning and freezing pleasure in her and she just held his ass and pulled him in and took the hammering with her spine arched against his chest, every meeting a louder pah, every bury a thicker sqelch.

"Ahh— ahh— Phei—"

Hunger took her after that; the Goddess moved faster—

—then faster again—

Her ass met him in a quicker wet clap, her pussy dragged down the shaft as if she could steal the leftover inches by force, and her teardrop tits swung hard under his working hand.

Phei slapped her ass to match her hunger and kissed the bow of her back between the slaps, and the room filled with three sounds at once — palm on ass, body on body, cock leaving her dripping and punching back in — pah-pah-pah, sqelch-sqelch, the wet punch of him driving home.

"Haah— yes— yes—"

He drew back far enough to make her feel the loss.

Her inner lips clung so tightly to the withdraw, turned glossy, and pulled outward along the shaft as the long wet length of him slid into view, veined and dripping with her. A string of her wetness stretched from her entrance to the head of his cock and broke on his stomach.

Her hole winked, pale around nothing but the crown, then he buried himself again in one hard, deep stroke and the slap of their bodies cracked through the quiet, pah, and a fat sqelch as she took him back to her limit. Her stomach jumped against his forearm. Her toes curled on the floor.

"Hh—ah—"

One of his hand slipped off his ass, slapped the table for balance, then went back and grabbed him again.

"Don’t stop— inside— don’t you dare stop—"

She clamped when he tried to leave her. She cried and chanted inside like a spell.

She pulled his ass as if letting his cock out of her pussy was the one thing she would not allow.