Chapter 191 - (R-18)

Cale’s eyes widening slightly as she moved her hips sensually riding his dick.

"Good, you’re learning new techniques I guess."

"What new techniques! Are you calling me-"

"Stop! Come on, take a hint, will you."

He placed one hand against her waist while the other rested on her hip, steadying her as he pulled her cheeks apart, kneading them, while also thrusting once in a while.

She leaned closer, her hands resting against his chest, bringing their faces within inches of each other.

"Hngh!"

***

They had already spent more than a day tangled together, but as the final tremors of their last round subsided, Cale wasn’t anywhere near finished.

He was driven by a insatiable hunger that Emma’s shy, trembling nature only served to amplify.

Cale gripped her as he hoisted her up.

He folded her body forward, hooking her legs behind his arms, locking her. Emma’s back was pressed flush against his chest.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, her pointed ears twitching with every frantic heartbeat. She was completely undone, her mind a haze of pleasure and exhaustion.

Then, without a moment’s hesitation, Cale drove himself back into her.

Thwack.

The sound of his cock slamming home was wet, echoing through the quiet room. He rammed himself into her with a violent intensity, burying his entire length deep inside her aching warmth.

"Ah... Ah... Ah...!"

Emma’s head snapped back, her voice breaking into a series of breathless exclamations.

The sheer force of the impact sent a jolt of electricity through her spine, making her toes curl and her fingers clutch uselessly at the air.

Cale leaned in close, his hair brushing against her neck.

He didn’t hide his satisfaction; a predatory smile played on his lips as he watched the way her cheeks blushed. His torso was slick with sweat, sliding against her skin with every thrust.

"Heuk...!"

Emma let out a strangled, breathy sound, her voice trailing off as she became completely overwhelmed.

The world narrowed down to the sensation of him filling her.

Cale didn’t slow down. He increased the tempo, his hips snapping forward, driving her further and further into oblivion.

He was fucking the hell out of her.

***

Cale’s pace reached a desperate peak, his breath coming in jagged snarls against her ear.

He felt the build-up, with one final, deep thrust that buried him to the hilt, he let it out.

"Hnghhh...!"

His body locked tight, his muscles tightening a bit as he pulsed violently inside her, flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes of seed.

"Ahn! Angh... Ahhh!"

Emma let out a long sigh, her voice cracking as she was overwhelmed by the volume of him filling her.

Her body vibrated with the intensity of his release, her mind finally snapping into a white-out of ecstasy.

As the last spasm faded, Cale’s strength gave way. He collapsed forward, his weight pulling them both down onto the shimmering pink satin.

They landed with a heavy, wet thud, their limbs tangled.

He didn’t pull out, he remained inside still, his cock still throbbing between her thighs, acting as a plug for the creamy overflow that seeped out and stained the sheets.

"Haa... haa..."

Their skin was slick, a glistening coat of sweat and spent semen painting their bodies in the soft evening glow of the room.

Emma was tired, too tired, her breathing slowing into shallow, rhythmic sighs.

The exhaustion of the encounter washed over her, and her heavy eyelids fluttered shut, her consciousness slipping away into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Cale lingered in the afterglow, his heart still hammering against her back.

He shifted slightly, pulling her hair away from her neck and tucking her close. He draped one arm across her waist, his palm resting over her belly.

His other hand drifted upward, cupping her breast and gently fondling the sensitive tip.

"Phew... that sure was crazy..."

With a sigh, Cale closed his eyes, falling asleep wrapped around his exhausted elf, their bodies fused together by the sticky, sweet evidence of their passion.

Well, he didn’t forget to put a barrier upon the room so that no one can enter unless he permitted it. Not even a Saint stage could enter inside now.

***

The morning light filtered through the curtains in a soft, hazy gold, illuminating the wreckage of the last seventy-two hours, or well, more than those.

Cale stirred slowly, his consciousness returning in waves. He felt heavy, his muscles aching with a deep soreness.

’Interesting, even I can feel exertion...’

As he shifted, the sticky friction of the sheets reminded him exactly where he was.

"Oh... that happened."

He looked around the room and a smirk touched his lips; the air was thick and heavy, saturated with a pungent, musk-heavy stench of sex. The scent of dried cum and female arousal clung to every surface, a perfume that signaled just how thoroughly they had devoured each other.

"Hmm, hmm, amazing aren’t I?" he nodded to himself.

He looked down at Emma. She was still fast asleep, her hair splayed across the pillows, her pointed ears twitching slightly in her slumber. She looked utterly ruined and glistening.

"Indeed, even three days is quite a lot for her. Sigh, I wish these girls could cultivate enough to last longer... ah! heavens above! what the hell am I thinking."

Even in sleep, her body seemed to be reacting, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

"Well... I hope she doesn’t wake up..."

Cale felt his morning wood snap to full attention, throbbing painfully against his thigh, demanding a new target. He didn’t want breakfast; at least not the one with food.

He shifted his weight, sliding up her body until he was hovering over her. He leaned down, his white hair brushing her skin, and captured one of her breasts in his mouth.

"Mmmph..."

He began to suckle her greedily, his tongue swirling around the sensitive, swollen peak of her nipple. He pulled her flesh deep into his mouth, sucking with a possessive force that made Emma stir.

As he feasted on her breast, Cale reached down between her legs.

His fingers found her center, which was still slick and dripping with the remnants of the previous night’s release.

Without waiting, he slid two fingers deep inside her, the wet squelch of the sound loud in the quiet room.

"Ahn...!" Emma gasped, her eyes snapping open as the sensation hit her.

He began to curl his fingers, hooking them against her G-spot with a relentless drive.

He could feel her inner walls twitching and clamping around his fingers, desperate for more.

He increased the speed, his fingers sliding in and out of her with a wet, slapping sound, while he continued to suck her nipple with intensity.

"Angh! Hnghhh... Cale! Can’t you wait for a single day! WE just did it last night!" she whimpered.

Cale could feel his cock hardening even further, the head weeping pre-cum as it pressed against her hip, desperate to slide back into the heat.

He shifted his grip on her breast, pinching the nipple between his teeth as he drove his fingers deeper, making her let out a series of high-pitched moans.

"Haa... haa... please..." Emma breathed, her voice a fragile thread of desperation. "Can’t we do this later!"

"Come on, just a quickie~" he chuckled low in his throat, and began to grind his rock-hard length against her thigh.

"Sigh... when did you become like this."