Chapter 33: Samui [5] (18+)

I finally pulled out of her, thick ropes of cum still leaking from her stretched, swollen pussy and trailing down the insides of her thighs. Samui’s legs trembled as she shifted, then crawled the short distance across the cool stone to sit beside me. She leaned in without a word and rested her head against my chest, golden hair spilling over my skin, still damp with sweat. Her breathing was slow and heavy, matching the rise and fall of my own.

I kissed the top of her head, tasting the salt of her skin.

"Thank you for saving my life," she whispered, voice soft and raw from all the screaming earlier.

I tilted her face up and kissed her cheeks one after the other, lingering on the warm flush there, then slowly moved my lips to hers. The kiss started gentle—just the press of mouths—but deepened fast. Tongues met, wet and hungry. I slid one hand to the back of her head, fingers threading into the tangled gold of her hair, and held her there while I claimed her mouth thoroughly. She made soft little sounds against my tongue, body melting closer until her soft breasts pressed against my side.

When I finally broke the kiss, both of us breathing harder again, I kept my grip in her hair. Slowly, deliberately, I guided her head downward.

She followed the pressure without resistance, eyes flicking up to mine as her face drew level with my cock. Even after everything—after filling her twice, after the long, brutal fucking—I was still thick and heavy, glistening with our mixed fluids, half-hard and already twitching back toward full hardness.

She stared at it for a long moment, lips slightly parted.

"I have never done it," she said quietly, almost shy.

"Let me teach you," I answered.

I wrapped my free hand around the base of my cock, angling it toward her mouth, and tugged her closer by the hair until the swollen head brushed her soft lips.

"Open."

She obeyed. I pushed forward, sliding the thick tip past her lips and onto her warm tongue.

"Gluck—"

The first wet sound echoed softly in the cave as I pressed deeper, feeling the heat of her mouth close around me. I kept the pressure steady, feeding more of my length into her until the head nudged the back of her throat.

"Gluck... gluck..."

Her eyes watered almost immediately. She tried to pull back a little, but my hand in her hair held her in place. I started with slow, shallow thrusts, letting her get used to the stretch of her lips around my girth, the salty taste of her own juices mixed with my cum still coating me.

"That’s it... take it... gluck-gluck..."

Spit began to gather at the corners of her mouth. Every time I pushed deeper the wet, messy sound grew louder.

"Gluck... gluck... schlick..."

I increased the pace gradually, rolling my hips so that more of my cock disappeared between her stretched lips. Her tongue awkwardly tried to move, stroking the underside, and the sensation made my breath hitch.

"Good girl... deeper now."

I pulled her head down farther. The head of my cock forced past the resistance of her throat.

"Gluuuck—!"

A thick, wet gagging sound filled the cave. Tears spilled over her lower lashes. Saliva poured down my shaft in glistening strings, dripping onto my balls and the stone between my legs. I held her there for several long seconds, feeling her throat spasm and flutter around the intrusion, then eased her back just enough to let her drag in a ragged breath through her nose.

"Again."

I pushed back in.

"Gluck-gluck-gluck—"

The rhythm built. Wet, rhythmic choking noises mixed with the lewd schlick of spit-slick skin. I fucked her mouth in steady strokes, using the grip in her hair to control the depth and speed. Every time the head punched into her throat she made that same choked, wet sound—gluck, gluck, gluck—while more saliva spilled over her chin and down onto her bare breasts.

"Fuck... your mouth feels so good..."

I kept her there for a long time, alternating between deep throat-fucking and shallower strokes that let her tongue swirl around the sensitive head. Whenever she started to struggle too hard I held her down a little longer, forcing her to take it, listening to the wet, desperate noises she made around my cock.

"Gluuuck... gluck-gluck... hnnnkk—"

Spit covered everything now—my cock, her lips, her chin, the tops of her tits. The cave filled with the continuous wet soundtrack of a messy, prolonged blowjob: the gluck of her throat being used, the schlick of my shaft sliding through the tight ring of her lips, the soft wet gasps whenever I let her breathe.

After what felt like forever I pulled out of her mouth with a long, wet *pop*. A thick string of saliva connected her swollen lower lip to the tip of my cock. She was panting hard, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, spit and tears shining on her face.

I guided her upward just enough to settle my cock between the soft, heavy mounds of her breasts.

"Squeeze them together."

She pressed her tits around my shaft with both hands. I started thrusting between them, the slick spit and earlier cum making the friction perfect. The head of my cock peeked out from the top of her cleavage with every upward stroke, glistening and dark.

I fucked her tits with the same relentless pace I had used on her mouth, watching the way the soft flesh jiggled and compressed around me.

"Open your mouth."

She parted her lips just as the first thick pulse hit. Hot ropes of cum striped across her face—forehead, cheeks, the bridge of her nose—before the next pulse landed directly on her tongue. I kept thrusting between her breasts while I came, painting her face and filling her open mouth until it overflowed and spilled down her chin in white streaks.

"Swallow."

She closed her lips and obeyed, throat working as she took everything I had given her. More cum dripped from the corners of her mouth onto the tops of her breasts.

When the last pulse faded I released her hair. She stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, face and chest marked with my release, before I pulled her up against me. We lay down on the stone together, bodies still sticky and warm. I wrapped my arms around her and she settled against my chest, one leg draped over mine. Exhaustion finally claimed us both.

We slept tangled together, the dying embers of the fire the only light left in the cave.

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Morning light filtered in through the mouth of the cave when I opened my eyes. The stone was cool against my back. Samui was gone.

The space beside me was empty, only the faint scent of her skin and the dried traces of what we had done remaining. I sat up slowly, running a hand through my hair.

What is it about older women running away after sex? I thought dryly. Huh.

I got dressed in silence, pulling on the clothes that had been discarded hours earlier. As I finished, a familiar translucent screen flickered into existence in front of my eyes.

[Reward: Biology Change]

I focused on the skill description.

You can change the biology of any living creature. You can heal any wound by making the healing process fast. You can heal yourself at a very fast rate.

I stared at the glowing text for a long moment.

*Wow... such an OP skill. With this I don’t have to fear getting injured.*

The implications settled in quickly. Instant regeneration. The ability to rewrite the biology of anything living. In a world full of monsters and worse, it was the kind of power that could keep a man alive through almost anything.

I dismissed the screen and stepped out of the cave.

The morning air was crisp. The ground outside still showed the tracks of the snakes that had surrounded us the night before, but the creatures themselves were gone—no hissing, no scales glinting in the undergrowth. Whatever had driven them off, or whatever schedule they kept, the path was clear now.

I scanned the surrounding trees and the narrow trail leading farther into the forest. No sign of golden hair. No footprints that looked recent enough to be hers.

She had left while I slept.

Embarrassment, most likely. The memory of everything she had let me do to her—the way she had taken my cock down her throat, the way she had come undone around me over and over—probably sat heavy on her once the heat of the night faded. Older, more proper, raised in a world where such things were spoken of in whispers if at all. It made sense that she would slip away before she had to face me in the daylight.

Still, I lingered for a while, eyes searching the tree line one last time. When nothing moved except the ordinary morning birds, I adjusted the strap of my pack, checked the direction of the path, and started walking.

The forest closed in around me, green and quiet. Somewhere ahead, Samui was moving through the same trees, carrying the memory of the cave and everything that had happened inside it. Whether our paths would cross again or not, the night had left its mark on both of us.

And the new skill sitting quietly in the back of my mind promised that whatever came next—monsters, wounds, or worse—I would be far harder to kill than before.

I walked on, the morning sun climbing higher, the taste of her still faintly on my tongue.

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Give me power!!!