Chapter 58: Ch58: No Cap

Nyle pulled out his cock and let his gaze drop to the wreckage between her thighs. Her pussy gaped, swollen, glossy, as thick blob of cum sliding from the ruined slit and pooling on the sheet.

The mattress drank it in a dark, spreading stain. Fiona slept through it all, lips parted in a small, satisfied smile, cheeks flushed red, hair a tangled across the pillow.

The room held the heat of what they had done — the faint salt of sweat, the heavier musk of sex hanging in the still air.

"Marvis, are you only capable of notifying me? Or is there something else you can do?" His voice stayed low, almost lost under her slow breathing.

’For now I can only serve as a voice assistant to help the host. But after you obtain some skills that are linked to my system, I can do many things.’ •_•

"Linked? What are you talking about?"

Nyle’s eyes narrowed. The quiet that followed felt thicker than the dark. No answer came. Only the distant hum of the city and the soft, even rise of her chest.

"Marvis?"

’Yes.’ •_•

"I asked you something."

The last words Marvis had spoken still sat in his mind, unanswered, while the room stayed quiet around the ruined sheets.

’What the fuck is wrong with this voice assistant,’ Nyle thought, staring at the ceiling.

’Sir, if there are any other questions, let me know.’ •_•

’Wait— you can hear what I’m saying in my mind?’

’Absolutely, sir.’ •_•

’Then why the hell am I talking with my damn mouth like an idiot. You’re no help, Marvis,’ Nyle said.

’Thank you.’ •_•

...

The water from the kitchen sat cool in his throat when he stepped back into the bedroom.

Nyle flipped Fiona onto her stomach, threw a leg over her hips, settled his weight, and filled both palms with her ass.

*Squeeze~ Squeeze~ Squeeze!!*

His fingers sank into the soft flesh, followed by firm spanks, until his palm turned a soft red and itched.

*Slap! SLAP! SLAP!! SLAP!!*

The first blow cracked through the room. The second landed harder. Her cheeks wobbled like jelly. Slowly but surely the color of her ass rose to pink, then a deep red that burned against the pale skin of her lower back.

Satisfied, palm itching, Nyle pressed the tip of his cock to her anal gate. The tight ring flinched. He poked once. Twice. Slow, deliberate, letting her feel the shape of what was coming — letting her know it would breach, and that nothing she did now would slow it or keep it out.

’Host, there’s a skill chest in your inventory. Would you like to see it now?’ •_•

’Umm... yeah, let’s see,’ he replied.

Nyle opened the system menu and switched to the Skill tab. A 3D holographic chest hovered at the center of the screen.

*Tap-Tap*

The white holographic chest flared to life. Its pristine surface broke into a swirling vortex of color. A blinding orange light burst outward and swallowed the entire screen.

<{ NEW SKILL OBTAINED }>

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Lust Flow (Passive): A passive skill that releases slick fluid from tiny pores along the skin of the user’s shaft the moment it makes contact with the ass ring. Once inside, the fluid coats every inch and keeps the passage wet, so the user feels no discomfort from the first push to the last.

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"Nice... Now I don’t have to spend money on those lubricants," Nyle murmured, and set the head of his cock against her ass the moment he finished reading.

*Schlck~!*

"Fucking tight," he groaned, and fed her another inch, slow. The passage clung to every ridge. It was not only tight. It was warm.

Halfway in, a brief pulse of heat ran down his shaft. The passive skill activated.

The next push slid easier, slick spreading ahead of him. With the resistance gone, he drove forward and buried himself deep, hips meeting the red of her ass.

*PLAP!!!*

"Mh..."

Then, with a small pull, his cock slipped free against the grip of her walls. The tight ring clung, then let go. It glistened in the low light, thick with the skill’s lube — a second layer of wet shine over flushed skin.

*Schlick~*

*PLAP~ PLAP! PLAP~ PLAP!*

Nyle leaned down over her, chest to her back, breath against her hair, hips rose and dropped. Each stroke drew a wet sound from the place he filled, her ass taking him to the root and releasing him only to take him again.

’Damn, it feels so good. It’s way more slippery than her pussy. My cock is melting inside her,’ he thought, maintaining the pounding rhythm. ’Best skill so far. No cap.’

...

Half an hour burned down like a minute. Time thinned while he smashed her. Each stroke worked the rim a little wider until her ass stayed open, agape, a dark, wet rim that no longer tried to keep him out.

"Fuck...!"

*SPURT!!!꧂ SPURT!!!꧂ SPURT!!!꧂ SPURT!꧂*

Nyle’s volcano erupted.

The load packed her congested walls. Pressure and slickness shoved his cock free in one long, wet slide. Cum followed, spilling over the ruined ring and down the crease of her ass.

*Gasp~ Gasp~ Gasp~*

Nyle turned and dropped onto his back, chest heaving, and lay between two bodies: Roland on his right, mouth open, snoring loud enough to fill the room; Fiona on the other side, still on her stomach, hole fluttering, as white gold oozing onto the sheet.

"Oh, Sir Roland. Hi. My bad. I just... you know, filled your wife’s holes. But for you, her breasts—" He let the sentence hang.

Then he rose, twisted her onto her back, and dropped his wet cock into the valley of her huge melons.

Nyle pressed the mounds together and started to move. Warm. Soft. Milky skin closed around him like a slick balloon.

"Sir, remember when you hit me with a steel scale on that surprise history test? Well, fuck you now. Fuck...! you—"

Suddenly, a phone lit up on the bedside table on Roland’s side.

Nyle picked it up.

It was nothing but a random promotional message, and swiped it anyway — and found an unread thread saved under the name "ambulance".

’Hey, I was thinking we should go to the movie for our third date. What...?’ Nyle read in his mind.