Chapter 435: Meanwhile...
He changed position once. He pulled out completely, flipped her onto her stomach with a brusque gesture. Jezabel got on all fours instinctively, her ass raised high, her back arched. Her asshole remained slightly open after the fucking, throbbing.
Klein got behind her again and thrust in with one stroke all the way to his balls.
"Fuuuuck!" she screamed.
This position was more animalistic. He pounded her without mercy, one hand on her nape to keep her head in the furs, the other on her hip. Her breasts were crushed against the ground, spilling out on the sides. With every violent thrust, she let out a guttural cry.
"Hnnngh! Ah! Ah! My ass... it’s going to break... keep going! Fuck me like a whore!"
Klein growled, his hips slamming hard. Sweat ran down his back. He felt her ass contracting around him, harder and harder. Jezabel slid a hand between her legs and rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles.
"I’m going to cum... in my ass... I’m going to cum, fuck!"
Her orgasm was violent. Her whole body stiffened, her ass squeezed Klein’s cock like a vice. She cried out for a long time, her voice broken, her legs trembling. Spasms shook her thighs and ass cheeks.
Klein continued hammering her through her orgasm, prolonging the waves. Then he sped up even more, brutal, deep strokes. His balls slapped against her soaked pussy each time.
"I’m going to fill you..." he growled.
He sank in one last time to the hilt and came in her ass. Long, thick, hot jets that flooded her inside. Jezabel moaned weakly, her body shaken by the final spasms.
He stayed buried in her for a long moment, feeling her ass throb around his slowly softening cock. When he pulled out, a trickle of white cum flowed from her red, dilated hole, running down her pussy to her thigh.
Jezabel collapsed onto her stomach, breathless, her ass still raised. Her buttocks trembled slightly. She turned her head to the side, an exhausted but still arrogant smile on her lips.
"Fuck... you didn’t hold back your strength... my ass is on fire..." she murmured in a broken voice.
Klein lay down next to her and ran a hand over her damp back, sliding down to her ass which he caressed gently. His fingers brushed her still open hole, spreading a bit of the cum that was flowing.
Jezabel shivered and let out a small moan.
"Don’t touch too much... it’s sensitive... but keep going a bit."
They stayed pressed together for a moment, recovering. Jezabel’s breathing slowed gradually. Her breasts pressed against Klein’s chest, she rubbed her thigh against his still half-hard cock.
"You’re not done, are you?" she said with a hoarse little laugh.
She propped herself up on one elbow. Her short hair tousled, cheeks red, lips swollen. She leaned down and took his cock in her mouth to clean it, sucking slowly on the remains of cum and her own juices.
"Mmmh... we taste good together..." she murmured between two licks.
Klein caressed her hair. They started again gently, without urgency this time. He put her on her side, one leg raised, and penetrated her again, this time in her soaked pussy. Slow but deep thrusts. Jezabel moaned softly against his neck, nibbling his skin.
"Again... fill me everywhere tonight..."
They continued like that for a long time, alternating rhythms, exploring her body: he sucked her heavy breasts, nibbled her sensitive nipples, slapped her ass while taking her in spoon position. Jezabel responded with continuous moans, "yes", "deeper", her body reacting to every caress.
Her breasts rolled with every movement, her thighs trembled, her ass still bore the red marks of his hands. The tent was heavy with the smell of sex, sweat and their warm bodies.
Towards the end, he put her back on her back, legs over his shoulders, and fucked her hard one last time. Jezabel came again, more weakly, her voice broken by all the previous screams.
"Klein... fuck... I can’t anymore..."
He came one last time on her breasts, painting her round tits with long white streaks. Jezabel spread the cum on her skin with her hands, looking him in the eyes with that arrogant smile he knew well.
They ended up entwined, exhausted, breathing slow. Jezabel’s body was covered in sweat, marks, cum. Her ass and pussy were still throbbing. She rested her head on his chest, a possessive hand on his softened cock.
Meanwhile...
The tide of skeletons seemed endless, the three couples of the Alliance formed unshakeable bastions of resistance, each using their own synergy to turn the chaos into a methodical slaughter.
In the center of the right flank, Julian Frostvine moved with icy elegance, his vine-shaped blade tracing arcs of frost in the air saturated with death... He did not just strike his enemies; he controlled the space around him. Facing a charge of a hundred skeleton warriors in armor, he planted his boots firmly in the ground and raised his left hand.
< Art Frostvine: Rempart de Givre Éternel >
A wall of translucent ice burst from the earth, several meters thick, stopping the undead dead in their tracks as they smashed against the frozen wall.
At his side, Norah Walpurgy let out a shrill laugh
< Elemental Magic: Incandescence of the Storm >
She unleashed a wave of flames, immediately boosted by a cyclonic air current she generated simultaneously... The fire, propelled by the wind, rushed into the cracks of Julian’s barrier. The thermal shock between the absolute cold of the ice and Norah’s devastating heat triggered a brutal chain reaction. The skeletons did not even have time to disintegrate; they literally exploded into thousands of shards of charred bone that fell like a macabre rain over the battlefield.
"Nice coordination, my crazy one," murmured Julian, casting a quick glance toward Norah, his mocking smile contrasting with the sweat beading on his forehead.
"More targets, Julian! I want to see this plain burn to the bone!" replied Norah, her fingers already weaving a new wind incantation to draw the fugitives toward her blazes.
Farther on, on a rocky rise overlooking the melee, Jasper Del Luna remained motionless... His white headband was still perfectly in place over his eyes. For Jasper, sight was only a useless distraction. His < Moon Eye > and Luna senses allowed him to perceive every vibration of mana, every movement of air with surgical precision.
He drew his longbow, a silver mana arrow materializing between his slender fingers. Lynn Of Lake stood right behind him, her arms around the archer’s waist. She closed her eyes, merging her own elemental water mana with Jasper’s lunar essence.
