Chapter 44: A passionate night [2] [18+]
Unable to resist any longer, Oliver’s hand slid down her stomach, slipping under the band of her panties. His fingers brushed against her slick folds.
Isolde jerked, gasping. "Ahhhhnnnn! W-wait—!"
But her body betrayed her, her hips lifting into his hand, desperate for more.
"So wet already..." Oliver muttered, his fingers sliding along her slit, spreading her juices.
"D-don’t say it like that... ahhhhnnn~!" she whimpered, but her moans only grew louder as he circled her clit with slow, deliberate strokes.
Her thighs quivered, squeezing around his hand. "Nnnhhh~! T-too much—ahhh! My body... it’s... it’s burning!"
Oliver kissed her again, swallowing her moans as his fingers slipped inside, stretching her tight virgin walls.
Isolde’s eyes flew wide, her nails raking down his back. "Ahhhhhhhnnnn! S-so deep! O-Oliver—! Mmmhhhhnnnn—!"
Her juices coated his fingers as he thrust them in and out, curling to rub against her sweet spot.
Schlk... schlp... squishhh... glrk... The lewd, wet sounds filled the hut, mixing with her cries.
She clung to him desperately, her breasts pressed into his chest as she writhed under his touch. "Nnnnhhh~! I-I can’t—ahhhhnn~! I’m... I’m cumming—!"
Her body arched, trembling violently as her climax crashed over her. Her pussy clamped tight around his fingers, juices gushing onto his hand as she screamed his name.
Before she even came down from her high, Isolde pushed Oliver onto his back. Her face was flushed, sweat dripping down her neck, but her crimson eyes burned with hunger.
"My turn," she whispered huskily, tugging his pants open and freeing his cock. Her eyes widened, her lips parting. "...It’s so big."
She licked her lips, lowering her face to his throbbing length. "Let me taste it..."
Her tongue slid along the underside, slow and deliberate. Oliver groaned, his head falling back.
Slrp... lckk... chuup...
She swirled her tongue around the tip, then took him into her mouth, sucking gently at first.
"Ahhh—fuck, Isolde—!" Oliver gasped, hands gripping the bedding.
Isolde moaned around him, the vibrations making his cock twitch. She bobbed her head, faster, deeper.
Glrk... grok... schlk... slrrrp... gulp...
Drool spilled down her chin as she forced him deeper, her throat tightening around him. Her dark cheeks hollowed as she sucked with messy, obscene enthusiasm.
"Mnnnhhhphhh... schlrrp... glrkkk... sluuuurp...!"
Oliver’s hips bucked involuntarily. "Nnnnhhh—if you keep that up I’ll—ahhhhnnn!"
She pulled back suddenly, saliva stringing from her lips to his cock. She licked it clean with a sly grin. "Not yet. I want it inside me first."
She straddled him, positioning herself above his cock, her pussy glistening as she rubbed against the tip.
Her breath hitched, fear flickering across her face. "...It’s my first time. It might hurt."
Oliver reached up, stroking her cheek softly. "We can stop if—"
"No," she cut him off, determination burning in her eyes. "I want this. I want you."
She lowered herself slowly. The head pushed past her folds, stretching her impossibly tight virgin walls.
"Ahhhhnnnnnn—!" she cried, tears welling in her eyes as she sank down further. Pain and pleasure twisted together, her nails digging into his chest.
Oliver groaned, gripping her hips. "Isolde... you’re so tight... I can barely—"
"Don’t stop!" she hissed, forcing herself lower until he was fully inside her. "Ahhhhhhhnnnn—! Y-yes... all of it... inside me...!"
She trembled, panting heavily, adjusting to the fullness. Slowly, the pain melted into pleasure, her expression shifting.
"...Hahhhnnn~ it feels... so good..." She began to move, lifting her hips, then sinking back down.
Schlk... schlk... schlk...
Her moans grew louder with every thrust. "Ahhhhhh—yes...! Oliver... deeper! F-fuck me harder—!"
Oliver thrust upward to meet her movements, their bodies slapping together. Her breasts bounced wildly, sweat dripping between them.
"Yesss—ahhhhnnnn—! I’m—ahhh—cumming again—!"
Her pussy clenched around him as she screamed his name, her climax milking his cock. Oliver groaned, unable to hold back any longer.
"Fuck—Isolde—I’m cumming—!"
He thrust deep, spilling hot seed inside her as she cried out, collapsing against his chest.
Schlk... squelchhh... dribble...
Their mixed fluids leaked down his shaft, staining the bedding beneath them.
Oliver collapsed onto the bedding, chest heaving, his cock slowly slipping out of her with a wet schlk. Their combined fluids dripped down her dark thighs, pooling between them.
Isolde lay trembling on top of him, her dark skin glistening in the faint firelight, each breath she took hot against his chest.
"That was... awesome," she whispered, almost as if she didn’t believe the words herself. Her lips brushed over his, soft and lingering, still tasting faintly of sweat and their mingled pleasure.
"I never knew sex would feel this amazing..."
Oliver chuckled weakly, running a hand through her damp hair. "Now you know."
Her crimson eyes softened, almost glowing. She traced lazy circles on his chest, her fingers wandering lower, lower — until they wrapped around his limp, slick shaft.
It twitched weakly at her touch, coated in their combined mess.
"Schhhlllk... squelch... squelch..."
The wet, obscene sound of her stroking him echoed in the quiet hut.
"I want to do it again," Isolde said softly, her voice laced with hunger.
Oliver groaned, half-exhausted, half-tempted. "Me too... but I don’t think I have the strength left to continue."
"Well, I can see that," she teased, glancing at his still-limp cock even after her teasing strokes. Her mischievous smirk faltered when she noticed him turn his face away, ears red with embarrassment.
"Hey," she said gently, leaning closer, cupping his cheek. "Don’t feel ashamed. That was my first time too. You were amazing."
She kissed his lips softly, her hand never stopping its slow strokes. "And stamina... is a small problem."
Her free hand glowed softly as she whispered the incantation.
"[Vigor Surge]."
Magic flooded through him like a jolt of pure adrenaline. His breath caught, his muscles tightened, and his veins felt like they were on fire — not painfully, but with raw energy.
His cock twitched in her hand... then swelled, throbbing, hardening rapidly until it pressed against her slick folds again.
Oliver stared at it, stunned. "Holy shit..."
Isolde’s eyes gleamed with dark delight. She straddled him again, grinding her soaked slit against his revived length, smearing it with more of her juices.
"Ohhh~ there we go..." She licked her lips, voice dropping to a sultry purr. "Now give it to me properly, master. Ravage me."
Something inside Oliver snapped.
He grabbed her hips suddenly, flipping her onto her back with a feral growl.
Isolde gasped, then laughed breathlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. "Fufu~ That’s more like it..."
Oliver didn’t answer — he just kissed her, deep and hungry, his tongue plunging into her mouth.
"Mnnhhh—slrrrp—chuuhhh—mmmmm!"
Their kiss was sloppy, wet, desperate. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, kneading them roughly until she whimpered against his lips.
"Ahhh—O-Oliver—!"
He lowered his head, sucking one dark nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make her arch her back.
"Ahhhhnnn! D-don’t bite too hard—ahhh—!"
Her protest turned into a needy moan when he sucked harder, trying to milk her.
"Shhhhlrp—slrrrrp—mmphhh—"
Strings of saliva and her own sweat coated her chest as he moved between her breasts, sucking greedily, leaving bite marks that made her tremble.
"You’re mine tonight," Oliver growled, positioning himself at her entrance.
She shivered at the sheer hunger in his voice, her pussy twitching in anticipation. "...Then take me again."
He thrust in with one hard stroke.
SCHLKKK!
"AHHHHH—!" Isolde cried out, her walls squeezing him like a vice.
Oliver grabbed her legs, pushing them back, and began pounding into her with a relentless rhythm.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Wet sounds echoed, the smell of sex thick in the air.
"Ahhh—hahhh—Oliver—! You’re deeper than before—!"
He leaned over her, whispering harshly into her ear, "You asked me to ravage you. So take it."
Each thrust made her scream louder, her nails digging into his back.
SCHLK! SPLSH! SCHLK!
Her pussy gushed around him, juices splattering, soaking the bedding.
"F-fuck—Isolde—your pussy’s squeezing me so hard—!"
"Then cum inside again—fill me—make me yours—!"
He slammed harder, hips snapping like a beast in heat.
"Ahhhhhh—YESSSS—!"
Her body convulsed beneath him, squirting like a dam bursting, soaking his stomach, his thighs, everything.
Oliver grunted, slamming deep and holding there as he came, thick hot ropes of cum flooding her.
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!
Isolde moaned like a woman possessed, feeling herself get painted white from the inside, some of it spilling out in messy streaks down her ass.
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She didn’t let him rest this time.
While he was still inside her, she pushed him back, pinning him down and climbing on top.
"You think you’re done?" she smirked, gripping his slick shaft and sinking down again.
"Ahhh—f-fuck—!"
Her hips moved in circles, grinding against him, milking him for more.
SCHLPPP! SCHLPPP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Ahhhhnn—hahhhh—more—give me more—fill me until it spills everywhere—!"
Oliver grabbed her hips, thrusting up to meet her, their moans and wet sounds blending together until the hut was filled with nothing but schlk, slap, squelch, moans, and the sound of skin meeting skin.
By the time they both came again, the bedding was soaked, her thighs painted white, and their bodies slick with sweat and cum.
Isolde collapsed on top of him, utterly spent, her breathing shallow but satisfied.
"...If this is what I was missing for centuries..." she panted, giggling softly. "...then we’re doing this every night."
Oliver groaned, both horrified and excited. "...I might actually die."
"Then I’ll just make you an undead." She kissed his chest, smiling wickedly. "And fuck you again... and again..."