Chapter 1378: Marking the Goddess (r-18)

Phei kissed the bite on her neck and gave her the bury she was asking for with her body, fire blooming through him, frost chasing it, Goddess Fall Touch running from his mouth into that marked skin while he fucked her through the next wave, pah after pah, the sqelch turning wetter as she clenched.

"Fuck— come with me," she begged, voice breaking on the wet slap of him. "Phei— come with me— cum in my pussy— don’t you fucking leave me empty— I want to have it too, I want to hold your—"

He traced her again because he could not keep his hands in one place. Hair gathered in his fist, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to turn her face so he could kiss the corner of her mouth from behind.

Then her throat.

Then the hanging weight of her tit, then to her clit her ass— spreading her so he could watch his cock leave her shining and punch back into that dripping grip.

"Fhh— Phei— more—"

Each meeting made her teardrop tits swing. Each withdraw made her moan into the wood.

The table creaked under her palms when she had to brace, and creaked harder when she let go and held his ass and pushed herself onto him.

"Ahn— ahh— Phei—"

He showed her the join while he gave her more.

He spread her ass with one hand and watched the thick shaft drag out of her; her inner lips clung and turned inside-out around the veins, the entrance went pale and stretched around the fat head, and wetness strung from her to him, then he watched that same mouth flush and fold in as he punched back to her limit and the leftover length slapped wet against her, sqelch on the leave, pah on the return.

Phei slapped her ass to keep her there, pah, and kissed down her back, and her hanging tit filled his other hand until the nipple dragged tight between his fingers.

"Mmh— hah—"

The Young Dragon kept her in that standing bend until her voice broke mid-word, then hooked her right leg and pulled it up and set her foot on the table.

The geometry changed at once.

She stood on one foot, the other planted on the wood, her pussy opened upward onto him, and Phei held her waist and hammered up into her from behind.

Each thrust came from below now: the thick head punched deeper, her ass bounced against him, and the slap of their bodies rang sharper, a higher pah each time he drove up, a wetter sqelch as her pussy swallowed the rising shaft.

Her planted foot flexed on the table. Her bracing hands slipped, found the edge again, then reached back for his ass and dragged him up into her as if she could steal even more of that cock.

"Ahh— deeper— Phei—"

The upward fold made a different show. He could see her pussy take him from below: the small mouth stretched around the rising shaft, inner lips glossy and clinging, while her teardrop tits hung and jumped each time his body slapped up into her ass.

He played with both — one hand crushed a tit while his thumb rolled the wet peak, and the other slapped her ass and then rubbed her clit — and kissed the marked skin of her neck between the wet punches.

She answered with desperate hunger and moved faster on that one planted foot, slammed herself back onto him, and chased the leftover length she still could not steal, pah-pah-pah speeding under her, sqelch-sqelch as she took him harder.

"Hnn— Phei—"

He bit her neck again and marked her while he fucked her upward.

—One hand crushed her tit. The other rubbed her clit. Goddess Fall Touch burned through both. The upward hammer made her stomach jump on every stroke, made her standing thigh shake, made her planted toes curl on the wood. He pulled almost out of her so she could feel the empty flutter of her pussy, then drove up and seated himself in one wet, brutal punch, sqelch-pah, and the Ashford Madam’s black eyes went wet as she held his ass and pulled him in and took it.

"A-ah—"

"Nnh— there— there—"

He stayed in that one-foot hold and used it...

Phei did short upward punches that kept the head kissing deep while long upward strokes showed the wet length of him leaving her before he buried it again. A grind at the root, her clit crushed to his fingers, her tit filling his other hand, her neck under his mouth.

She switched her hands the way she had in the first bend — table, his ass, table, his ass — she braced when the hammering stole her balance, pulled when she wanted him deeper.

The table complained under her foot. Down the hall someone laughed, and the Ashford Madam moaned loud and broken, because the Goddess in her had already chosen this over silence.

"Haah— Phei— Phei— ahh—"

"Fuck— I’m— Phei— come with me," she swore into the wood; hunger made her faster, and her ass slapped back onto him in a wet, desperate rhythm, pah-pah-pah-pah, sqelch breaking wetter with every clamp. "Come with me— mark me— cum in my fucking pussy— I want to feel you spend—"

Her pussy locked and fluttered and locked again around the thick stretch she could hold; her inner walls milked the shaft while the leftover inches shone wet below the join.

He slapped her ass through the first wave, pah, and crushed her hanging tit and kissed her back, and the wet sound of her coming on his cock filled the resting room louder than the hall, a broken hh-nn-ahh torn out of her, then a fat, pulsing sqelch as she gushed around him.

"Give it to me," she gasped. "Mark me. Cum in my pussy. Phei— please—"

He kissed the mark on her neck and hammered up into her while she held his ass and kept him there, her pussy locked around the base of him, her secret already spoken by every clamp, every inside, every pull of her hands.

He stayed buried in her and came with her because she had begged it out of him; fire and frost broke together inside that dripping grip, and his cock kicked against her deepest walls while she swore and shook and pulled his ass as if she could keep every pulse.

The missed juice spilled around the shaft and ran down her standing thigh; the sqelch turned thick as he spent, and the pah softened to one last claiming slap on her ass.

He slapped her ass once more through the last of it, not cruel, claiming, and kissed the bow of her back while her teardrop tit trembled in his hand and her black eyes stayed wet and burning.

He sealed his mouth over the place on her neck he had already claimed and let it pour into her — fire and frost and everything he was; the Mark started to burin in her body and sunk beneath her skin like a vow and bloomed outward, and the Goddess cried out into the wood.

The pleasure did not crest; it detonated—

—it tore through her from the mark on her neck down to her pussy still sealed around him, so violent and so sweet that she came again on the spot, harder than she ever had, her walls clamping around every pulse he was still spending inside her.

Her standing leg buckled, and he caught her.

Her hands left his ass and slapped flat on the table, then fisted, then shook. Every nerve in her lit at once, and she felt him — not only his cock and his seed, but him — settle into her as if he had always belonged there, as if a door had shut behind them both and locked from the inside.

He felt it too.

It felt like the Mark had just pulled at him from within her, and a second climax ripped through him before the first had ended; his cock kicked deep inside her as he groaned against her neck and held her up by the waist while she shook apart in his arms.

"Hhah— Phei— ahh— ahh—"

"Goddess, you just became mine," he breathed into the mark. "For eternity."

"Mm—Phei—"