Chapter 385: Deep 2 (R-18)

Stan remained buried deep inside Sophie for a long moment, breathing hard, the last pulses of his release still warming her. Sophie lay spent beneath him, body soft and trembling, her cheek pressed to the sheets, a blissful, exhausted smile on her lips.

Across the room Camilla’s thoughts continued to turn, cool and sharp even as her spiritual sense refused to look away.

’Shouldn’t he be afraid to make children like other humans...? Well, whatever. He’s nothing like other humans, hiding his cultivation and fooling around with mortal women... hmph.’

Her lips curled faintly. ’Having an aura that rivals that of true humans despite not being one...’ She scoffed inwardly. ’He has plenty of interesting secrets. And I’m interested in those...’

Maya watched the final aftershocks fade from Sophie’s body, then eagerly stripped the rest of her own clothing away. The silky dress and undergarments slid to the floor, leaving her completely bare, full, soft breasts still marked faintly by earlier attention, narrow waist, wide hips, and the glistening evidence of her own arousal between her thighs. She climbed onto the bed and settled onto her back, drawing her knees up and spreading them wide in open invitation, a clear contrast to Sophie’s earlier doggy position.

Stan withdrew slowly from Sophie’s well-fucked pussy, a thick trail of cum following him. Sophie gave a soft, contented whimper at the sudden emptiness. He turned to Maya, still rock-hard, and positioned himself between her open thighs.

"Look at you," he murmured, rubbing the slick head of his cock against her entrance. "Already so wet just from watching."

Maya’s answer was a breathy laugh. "How could I not be? Watching you fill Sophie like that... gods, Stan, I need you."

He thrust into her in one smooth, powerful stroke. Maya’s back arched off the bed, a long moan spilling from her lips as he stretched her open. Her inner walls were hot and slick, clenching greedily around him.

Stan set a hard, deep rhythm at once, hips snapping forward, the wet sound of their joining filling the room. Maya’s full breasts bounced with every thrust; her hands gripped the sheets.

Sophie, still lying weakly on her side, watched with heavy-lidded eyes and a soft, satisfied smile. "That’s it... take her the way you took me," she murmured, voice husky with residual pleasure. "She needs it just as badly."

Maya’s moans grew louder. "Harder... please... I’ve been aching for this all night."

Stan grunted and kept fucking her hard, clapping sound resounded continuously in the room

After several intense minutes Maya’s hands came up to his chest. "Stan... wait. Let me ride you. I don’t want you doing all the work."

He grinned and pulled out, rolling onto his back. Maya immediately straddled him, guiding his thick cock back into her with a shared groan. She sank down until she was fully seated, her soft ass resting against his hips. Then she began to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles at first, then rising and falling in a steady, sensual rhythm.

Stan’s hands settled on her waist, then slid lower to cup and fondle the plump curves of her ass. He squeezed the soft flesh, occasionally delivering a playful, stinging spank that made her cheeks jiggle and drew a delighted gasp from her. When she leaned forward he captured one stiff nipple between his lips, sucking firmly while his free hand rolled and pinched the other. Maya’s head fell back, her long hair cascading down her spine as she rode him with growing urgency.

The sight was beautiful, her full breasts bouncing, the soft bounce of her ass against his thighs, the wet shine of their joined bodies, the way her expression melted into pure pleasure. She gave it her all for the first few minutes, hips working in smooth, powerful motions that made Stan groan beneath her.

Then the intensity became too much. Maya’s rhythm faltered; her thighs trembled. With a soft, overwhelmed cry she collapsed forward onto his chest, her body going soft and pliant against him.

Stan’s hands immediately gripped her ass, holding her open as he began thrusting upward hard and deep, pounding into her from below. Each upward snap of his hips drove him against her deepest places, the wet slap of flesh loud and rhythmic.

"You said you didn’t want me doing all the work, Maya," he teased, voice rough with exertion and amusement as he fucked her relentlessly. "Is this as far as you can ’help’ me?"

Maya could only moan against his neck, her pussy clenching around him with every powerful thrust. Sophie’s soft laughter floated from the side of the bed. "She’s trying, my love... she really is. You’re just too much for either of us sometimes."

Camilla watched it all through her spiritual sense, the way Maya’s body bounced on Stan’s cock, the playful spanks, the moment the woman collapsed and Stan took full control again. Heat coiled tighter low in her belly. Her fingers dug into the silk of the jade bed. Curiosity warred with something restless and sharp, and still she could not look away.

Stan’s hips never slowed. He held Maya’s soft ass firmly in both hands and drove upward in a relentless, punishing rhythm, hard, deep, and unbroken.

Every powerful thrust buried him to the hilt, the thick length of his cock stretching her open and slamming against her deepest places with wet, heavy impacts. Maya’s body jolted with each stroke; her full breasts pressed flat against his chest, her soft moans spilling hot against his neck.

"Stan, ah, too much... you’re so deep." Maya’s voice cracked, half protest, half pure need. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him in helpless waves, the wet heat of her growing more frantic with every relentless snap of his hips.

Sophie watched from the side of the bed, still spent and glowing, a soft, affectionate smile on her lips. "That’s it... don’t hold back," she murmured, voice husky. "She can take it. She wants every bit of it. Look how she’s melting for you."

Stan’s grip tightened on Maya’s ass, spreading her wider so he could thrust even deeper. "You feel so fucking good like this," he growled against her ear, the words rough with exertion. "Soft... tight... taking every inch. Keep squeezing me just like that."

Maya could only answer with broken, rising moans. Pleasure built inside her like a rising tide, hot, overwhelming, impossible to fight. Her thighs trembled against his hips; her nails dug lightly into his shoulders. "I’m close... Stan, I’m going to, ah, please don’t stop."

Camilla’s spiritual sense remained locked on the scene, painting every detail in vivid clarity. She felt the sharp spikes of Stan’s mounting pleasure, the way Maya’s body fluttered and clung to him, the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh. Heat coiled tighter low in her own belly. Her breathing had grown shallow. He’s going to fill her the same way... The thought came unbidden, sharp and restless. So deeply... so completely... again.

Stan’s rhythm turned almost savage in the final stretch, short, powerful thrusts that never fully withdrew, keeping her stretched and full. Maya’s cries climbed higher, her pussy clamping down in rhythmic pulses as her climax crashed over her. The sudden, intense squeezing was all it took.

Stan buried himself to the root with a deep, guttural groan and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum pulsed deep into Maya in powerful surges, flooding her just as thoroughly as he had flooded Sophie. Maya cried out against his neck, her walls milking him greedily, the warm flood painting her insides white. Excess began to leak around the thick base of his cock, dripping down onto his hips in slow, glistening trails.

Sophie’s soft, satisfied sigh floated from the side of the bed. "That’s it... fill her up. Just like you did me. Gods, the way you mark us..."

Stan held Maya tightly through the last pulses, still buried deep, still rock-hard even after the third climax of the night. Maya trembled against him, soft and thoroughly spent, her breath coming in shaky, contented pants.

Camilla watched every second through her spiritual sense, the way Stan’s body locked, the visible pulse of his release flooding Maya, the soft, wet sound of it spilling into her. Something sharp and restless twisted low in her stomach. Her fingers dug hard into the silk of the jade bed. For a moment the unwanted image of that same thick heat filling her flickered through her mind, and the thought made her heart hammer against her ribs.

’He’s doing it again... marking them so deeply...’ ’Why can’t I look away?’