Chapter 236: There’s no sperm left

Vince stayed buried inside her, still hard, still radiating heat that sank into her like a brand. He carried her the short distance to the center of the dais with effortless strength, her soft weight nothing against the residual power still humming through his limbs. When he laid her down on the cool stone, her body spilled across it in soft, extravagant curves—heavy breasts spreading and settling, thick thighs parting around his hips of their own accord, the soft swell of her belly rising and falling with each shaky breath. Cum—what hadn’t yet transferred—leaked slowly around his cock, painting her inner thighs glossy and warm. The contrast of cool stone against flushed, overheated skin made her shiver, a full-body reaction that squeezed him tighter for a heartbeat.

He hooked her knees over his elbows and spread her wide, opening her completely. The view was obscene and perfect: her plush, used pussy stretched around him, lips puffy and shiny with their combined release, the faint golden glow of residual mana still clinging to her skin like starlight. Only he could see it. Only he could feel the way her body welcomed him deeper when he pushed back in to the hilt, the soft give of her inner walls yielding around the thick intrusion as if they had been shaped for him alone. The lotus in his pocket dimension pulsed in distant answer, petals quivering with every fresh rush of heat he fed it.

Barnaby’s hands slid up her own torso, cupping the heavy weight of her breasts, pinching the dark nipples between her fingers as she watched him. Her golden eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, every soft curve of her on display without shame. "Fill me again," she whispered, voice already rough from earlier cries. "I can feel the lotus... it’s still so empty. Give it more."

He set a harder pace this time. The dais shuddered faintly under the force of his thrusts, stone vibrating with each impact. Her breasts bounced heavily with every stroke, the soft flesh of her ass and thighs jiggling in a way that made his grip tighten. Wet, filthy sounds filled the veil—skin meeting skin in sharp, rhythmic slaps, the slick drag of his cock through the thick mess he’d already left in her. She was louder now, moaning openly every time he bottomed out, the sound raw and unrestrained. Golden eyes locked on his face like she was memorizing the expression he wore while claiming her, the way his jaw tightened, the dark focus in his gaze as he watched himself disappear into her again and again.

Vince leaned down, bracing one hand beside her head so he could feel the heat of her breath against his cheek, and fucked her through a second orgasm that left her shaking and babbling his name. Her walls clamped down in rhythmic pulses, milking him with desperate, greedy squeezes. He followed right after, grinding deep as another thick load pulsed out of him in heavy, claiming jets. Again the transfer took it—warmth flooding from her cunt straight to the lotus. The core brightened fractionally in the pocket dimension, petals unfurling a fraction wider, drinking every drop with silent hunger, but the emptiness remained. Two loads were nothing against the capacity of a goddess’s sealed heart.

He pulled out slowly, deliberately, watching the way her body tried to keep him. A thick rope of cum followed, dripping from her open pussy onto the stone in a glossy trail. Barnaby’s legs stayed spread, body flushed and gleaming with sweat and residual power. She looked thoroughly used and still ravenous, the soft flesh of her thighs quivering, her breasts rising and falling with each unsteady breath. The sight of her like this—open, marked, still wanting—sat heavy and possessive in his chest.

Vince dragged two fingers through the mess between her legs, gathering the thick release, and pushed it back inside her with slow pressure. She clenched around the intrusion with a soft, broken sound, hips twitching upward as if seeking more. He curled his fingers once, feeling the heat and slickness of her, then withdrew them only to push the remaining evidence of himself deeper still.

"We’re not finished," he said, voice low, almost a growl.

"I know." She reached for him without hesitation, pulling him down until his weight settled over her again. Her soft, heavy breasts crushed against his chest, the plush give of them a constant, intoxicating pressure. "The lotus will take everything you give it... and I want all of it."

He kissed her again—slower this time, deeper—while his cock hardened once more against the slick heat of her thigh. The kiss was claiming, tongue stroking against hers in lazy, thorough sweeps as if he meant to taste every remaining sound she had left. Outside the veil the unraveled realm remained silent and vast, stars still rearranging themselves in the wake of his earlier work. Inside it, there was only the wet, desperate slide of his body into hers when he pushed back in, the heavy pulse of power under his skin, and the distant, greedy bloom of the lotus drinking every drop he spilled.

He took her slower on this round, deliberate and deep, making her feel every inch as he filled her again. Her legs wrapped high around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back, drawing him in until there was no space left between them. The soft weight of her body under his was everything—heavy breasts crushed between them, the thick meat of her thighs trembling against his hips, the way her cunt fluttered and clenched with every long, grinding thrust. He could feel the residual heat of previous releases still coating him, making each slide filthy and perfect. Her hands roamed his back, nails scoring light paths down muscle as she arched into every stroke.

"Harder," she breathed against his mouth, the word half plea. "I can take it. The lotus needs more."

Vince obliged. He shifted his weight, one hand sliding under her to grip the full curve of her ass, tilting her hips higher so he could drive deeper still. The new angle dragged the thick head of his cock against that sensitive spot inside her with every thrust, and her moans turned sharper, higher, broken into breathless gasps. The dais shuddered beneath them. Sweat sheened her skin, catching the faint residual glow of mana that still clung to her like a second, private light. Only he could see the way it pulsed brighter whenever he bottomed out. Only he could feel the answering flare from the lotus as it drank greedily from every fresh pulse of power he forced into her.

He fucked her through a third climax that left her sobbing his name, walls seizing around him in tight, rhythmic spasms. The sensation dragged him over the edge with her. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her again in thick, endless pulses. The transfer was stronger this time—he felt the warmth leave her body in a rushing current, racing straight to the sealed core. In the pocket dimension the lotus brightened further, petals trembling and unfurling wider, but the hunger remained a living thing. Still not full. Not even close.

Vince stayed inside her afterward, breathing hard against the curve of her neck, feeling the residual flutters of her orgasm squeeze him. Her hands stroked slowly down his back, soft and possessive in their own way. Outside the veil the vast silence waited. Inside it, the wet heat of her body still clenched around him, the distant pulse of the lotus demanded more, and Barnaby’s voice—wrecked, hungry, utterly certain—whispered against his ear once more.

"Again."

"There’s no sperm left barnaby "