Chapter 9. She Finally Adapted To Take All The Rough Love-Making That I Wanted!**

Chapter 9: 9. She Finally Adapted To Take All The Rough Love-Making That I Wanted!**

I could feel her heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. For several long minutes, there was nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing and the occasional wet sniffle from her.

Slowly, the tension began to drain from her limbs. The sharp sting of her broken innocence began to give way to the overwhelming warmth of our bodies pressed together.

Then, I felt her hands move... Her fingers, still trembling slightly, reached up to find the back of my head.

She began to caress my hair, her touch feather light and reverent. When she spoke, her voice was thick with emotion, but it wasn’t pain anymore.

"Roland..." she whispered, and when I lifted my head to look at her, I saw her smiling through a fresh cascade of tears.

And goddamn... she’s even more beautiful like this.

She said again. "This feels like a dream... Like something too beautiful to be real."

"After everything we’ve seen... all the blood and the death... I never thought I’d feel this safe..." She then closed her eyes while giving me a big smile, and I could see her perfect teeth. "I’m so happy~!"

The tears streaming down her face weren’t from agony anymore... yes... I can see that they were tears of pure, unadulterated joy.

The realization that she had given herself to me... that she had chosen this vulnerability made something inside me crack open. All I wanted to do now is give her all the comfort plus the love that I had, and so... I leaned down and captured her lips again.

But... This wasn’t the aggressive, hungry kiss from before because what I’m doing right now is slow, deep, and tasting of salt and surrender.

We kissed for what felt like an eternity, lost in each other, our tongues dancing in a lazy, tender rhythm that spoke of promises made without words.

Mpphhh... nnnhhh... nggghh...

When we finally broke apart for air, she didn’t let go. Instead, she reached down between our bodies, finding my hands and interlacing her fingers with mine.

She pinned our joined hands against the pillow beside her head, forcing our connection to remain unbroken.

"Don’t stop now," she murmured, her blue eyes burning with a new kind of fire, a conscious choice to embrace the pleasure. "I want to feel you... all of you."

"But... stay with me, okay...? Keep our hands like this... Don’t let go because I’m scared right now, and you’re the only one that can keep me safe at all times..."

"I won’t ever let go, Alicia... Never."

I adjusted myself with all the loving care that I had. I could feel the slickness of her blood and arousal mingling between us, creating a wet, heated lubricant that made the contact feel almost supernatural.

I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance again, this time with the patience of a craftsman.

I began to move... but really slowly this time, to the point that the slow movement could make me feel every ridge, every sensitive nerve ending inside her stretching to accommodate me. Each thrust was a deliberate exploration.

Plap... Slap... Schlick...

The sounds were softer now, more intimate, echoing the deliberate pace. With every inch I sank into her... she let out a low, rolling moan that started deep in her throat and ended in a breathless gasp.

"Oh... oh god, Roland... yes... like that..."

"How does it feel?" I grunted, my muscles quivering from the effort of restraint. "Tell me."

"It’s... it’s overwhelming," she whined, her hips beginning to rise to meet me involuntarily. "It’s so full... it feels like you’re filling up my entire soul..."

"Mmmph... ahhnnn~!"

I watched her face as she adapted, her eyes rolling back as the pain transformed into a throbbing, rhythmic pleasure. The tension in the room shifted from the violence of a conquest to the sacred ritual of two souls becoming one.

But beneath the tenderness, I could feel the SSS Rank power humming in my blood, reminding me that this slow pace was merely the prelude to the storm that was inevitably coming.

The tenderness was a fragile dam, and after several minutes of that excruciatingly slow, reverent exploration, the pressure behind it became unbearable.

The slow rhythm plap... plap... plap wasn’t enough anymore. My SSS Rank instincts were screaming at me, a primal roar in my skull that demanded I stop being a protector and start being a conqueror again.

The restraint was costing me my sanity.

I watched her face closely. Her eyes were unfocused, darting around the room as if she were trying to process the sheer sensory overload of being claimed.

The initial pain had faded, leaving behind a raw, hypersensitive vulnerability. Her grip on my joined hands was white-knuckled, her nails digging into my skin as if she feared I would vanish if she let go.

"Roland..." she gasped, her voice breaking.

Her hips gave a small, involuntary jerk upward, seeking more. "I can’t... I can’t just stay like this..."

"Please... you can do it... I need... I need more than this." She swallowed hard, her chest heaving. "Go faster... Fuck me like you mean it!"

"Don’t you dare hold back anymore..."

I was shocked hearing... that was... the permission. And that was the surrender.

"You asked for the monster, Alicia," I growled, my voice dropping into a register that wasn’t human. "Don’t you... fucking regret it."

Without having to think of it twice. I unleashed it.

I abandoned the slow, careful thrusts and began to pound into her with devastating force. The bedframe groaned under the assault, the wood shrieking in protest as I drove my hips forward with everything my muscular frame could muster.

The rhythm shifted from intimate to violent thwack, thwack, thwack, the sound of my pelvis slamming against hers echoing like gunshots in the small room.

And then I can go faster and faster.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"AHHNNNNNN...! OH GOOOOOOOD...! ROLAAAAAAAND...!" Alicia screamed, her head tossing back against the pillow.

The pleasure was so sudden and so intense that it was almost indistinguishable from pain. Her body was being buffeted by each thrust, her breasts bouncing wildly with every impact.

I was being relentless... and yes... I wasn’t just fucking her, but... I was trying to merge with her, to break through every barrier she had left.

My cock felt like a molten iron rod, stretching her beyond what I thought possible. I could feel the slickness of her arousal and the remnants of her blood creating a frothy, wet sound that drove me insane.

SCHLICK! PLAP! THWACK! SCHLICK! PLAP! THWACK!

’Fuckkkkk...! Gaghhhh! I need to reach deeper...!’

’I need to touch her core...!’

’I need to feel everything...!’

I increased the speed, my movements becoming a blur of raw power. I could feel her pussy walls convulsing around me, clamping down like a vice with every stroke.

SCHLICK! PLAP! THWACK! SCHLICK! PLAP! THWACK!

Her breathing became ragged, broken screams that tore from her throat. "More...! Moreeeeee...!"

"Oh fuck... Roland, please...!"

She was trying to match me, trying to arch her hips to meet every brutal thrust, but her body was reaching its breaking point before mine. Her muscles began to spasm uncontrollably.

Her eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible, and a sound unlike any I’d heard before escaped her a high, keening wail that ended in a wet, explosive gasp.

"NAAAHHHNNN! I... I AM—AHHHHNNNNNN...!"

Suddenly, a torrent of warm fluid erupted from her, shooting out from where we were joined. She squirted with such force that it splattered across my stomach and the sheets, a geyser of pure, unbridled climax.

SQUUIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

Her entire body stiffened, every muscle locking up as she rode the wave of her own release. "HOHHH~! OOHHHNNN~! ROLLAAANNDDD~!"

Seeing her break like that... especially seeing her lose control completely sent me over the edge. My arousal spiked to a level that felt dangerous, like my blood was turning into liquid fire.

"YES...! THAT’S IT! GIVE IT ALL TO MEEEE!" I roared.

I went even harder than before... my thrusts becoming deeper, more desperate. I wasn’t stopping at her entrance anymore.

I was driving myself upward, seeking the very limit of her anatomy. With every powerful lunge, I felt myself bottoming out, my cock slamming against the sensitive wall of her womb.

PLAAAPPP! PLAAAAP! PLAAAPPP!

The sensation was intoxicating... the feeling of being buried so deep that there was no space left between us, and even no space left in the world.

’I’m touching her soul...! I’m touching her fucking center...!’

"NGGHHHAAAHHHNNN~!!! R-Roland...!"

"You’re... you’re going... insane—oh fuck...! Nggghhh... it’s too much!" she screamed, her voice cracking as she experienced the sensation of being filled to the absolute brim.

Her walls were milking me, squeezing my shaft with desperate and involuntary pulses that made my vision go red.

The room was filled with the sounds of our mutual destruction... the wet slapping of flesh, the creaking bed, her ecstatic screams, and my own guttural roars.

We were no longer two people making love... but more like we were a single engine of lust and violence, grinding toward an inevitable, catastrophic conclusion.

The last shred of restraint didn’t just break, but it shattered like glass under a war hammer. The sight of her convulsing... especially her body spraying her own climax across the sheets, triggered something ancient and terrifying in my SSS Rank blood.

The predator had taken full control of me, and I don’t want to stop... I want to enjoy this to its fullest.

I couldn’t hold her hands anymore. I needed to feel her entire body against mine, to crush her to me as I drove myself home.

I released her grip, my arms moving like lightning to wrap around her torso, pinning her beneath my massive frame. "I’ve got you, Alicia...!"

"Hold on to me!" I roared, my voice distorted by the sheer force of the arousal coursing through me.