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Chapter 488: The debauched angel

Loriel’s breath was slowly calming, her heavy eyelids fluttering against her flushed cheeks. Sulyvhan’s heat still weighed upon her, his massive body crushing her deliciously against the sweat-soaked mattress. Her fingers played absently through the Emperor’s silver strands, a cottony softness numbing her limbs.

"You’re magnificent when you surrender," Sulyvhan murmured against her neck, his stubble grazing her sensitive skin.

Loriel let out a weak, satisfied laugh. She expected him to withdraw, to lie down beside her and savor the afterglow as he usually did. But Sulyvhan remained still, buried deep inside her, his weight pinning her hips against his.

And that’s when she felt it. A pulse. First subtle, almost imperceptible amid the slowing beats of their hearts. Then a second, firmer. A third, which made her inner walls twitch.

Loriel’s eyes flew open.

"Alexandre...?"

He didn’t answer. He simply pressed his lips to hers, a slow, wet kiss as inside Loriel’s belly, the thing grew.

"No..." Loriel breathed against his mouth, her fingers gripping his shoulders. "You can’t... not so soon..."

But Sulyvhan wasn’t listening. He rolled his hips, a minuscule movement, and Loriel felt his member harden again within her still-pulsing flesh. The seed he had deposited inside her, warm and abundant, now lubricated every micromovement, creating a new viscosity between them.

"I’m not finished," he murmured, his deep voice resonating against her sternum.

Loriel shook her head, her blue curls plastered to her temples with sweat. "It’s impossible... You just..."

He planted his elbows on either side of her head, his muscular forearms framing her face. "I am not bound by the limits of men."

The truth of that statement struck Loriel square in the chest as Sulyvhan began to move. Slow, deep undulations that made his hardened member glide against her still-sensitive inner walls. The sensation was almost too much, a sensory overload that blurred the line between pleasure and pain.

"Ah... ahhan..." Her legs trembled, her calves sliding against Sulyvhan’s back. "Alexandre, it’s too much... I’m still..."

"Still what?" He slowed, sinking in to the hilt with deliberate slowness. His mouth found her ear, his warm breath making the delicate skin of her lobe shiver.

Loriel hiccuped, her nails raking across Sulyvhan’s shoulder blades. She was still full of him, she could feel it, his seed flowing around his base with each withdrawal, staining her thighs and the already rumpled sheet. The very sight in the dim light of that fluid sliding between their bodies triggered a new wave of heat in her lower belly.

Sulyvhan lifted her hips so she could see their union. And she saw. His member, rigid and glistening, disappeared into her swollen, reddened cunt, her inner lips spread wide, clinging to him as if refusing to let him go. With each withdrawal, a white, viscous trickle ran down along her buttocks.

"Your cunt is so tight..." he said as he penetrated her again, a sharp thrust that made her jolt.

"Shut up," Loriel spat, but her words lacked bite. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks scarlet, her chest heaving in spasms.

Sulyvhan laughed, a low, raspy sound. He resumed his movement, slow but deep, each thrust lifting her pelvis off the mattress. The bed creaked, an obstinate rhythm, as Loriel bit her lower lip to stifle the moans threatening to escape.

But she couldn’t help noticing that Sulyvhan seemed even thicker than before. Or perhaps it was the sensitivity of her flesh, still ablaze from the previous orgasm, that amplified every millimeter of his presence.

"You’re tightening around me," Sulyvhan observed, a satisfied smile in his voice. "You like this, don’t you? Being filled again and again."

"That... has nothing to do with it..." She panted, but her voice broke when he changed angle, his tip rubbing exactly against that sensitive spot that made stars dance behind her eyelids.

"Ah." His hand left her hips to slip between them, his fingers finding her swollen clitoris, wet, pulsing beneath the pad of his thumb. He pressed, a circular motion perfectly synchronized with his thrusts, the flesh rising under the pressure. "There?"

Loriel couldn’t answer. She had no words left. Only sounds rising in pitch, her open mouth releasing a "nngh... nngh..." with each penetration. Her head rolled on the pillow, her hair stuck to her face, a strand plastered against her damp cheek. Her breasts bounced, the skin reddened from friction, hardened nipples pointing toward the ceiling.

Sulyvhan sped up, his hips slapping against hers with a wet, obscene sound, clap, clap, clap, a regular rhythm that intensified. Sweat dripped down the back of his neck, salty beads rolling over his shoulder blades to crash onto Loriel’s navel, forming a small glistening pool. His abs contracted with each thrust, muscles standing out beneath taut skin. He watched her, his eyes devouring every spasm on her face, every tremor of her thighs trembling around his waist.

"Tell me," he demanded, his voice hoarse, breath short. "Tell me who you belong to."

Loriel opened her mouth, but only a cry came out, a tearing "AHHH," shrill, that broke into a hiccuping "hnngh... hnngh..." as her second orgasm struck her like lightning before she even had time to prepare. Her vagina tightened around him in successive waves, violent spasms that drew him deeper. Her nails tore Sulyvhan’s skin, tracing red furrows across his shoulder blades, her heels digging into his lower back as if to prevent him from escaping.

"Yes... yes... I’m yours..." she finally managed to articulate, voice broken, between hiccups. "I’m... yours..."

But he wasn’t escaping. He was sinking deeper, still, always, his own muscles tensing as the pressure within him reached its peak. His fingers dug into her hips, hard enough to leave bluish marks. He grunted, an animal sound, rough, deep, nnngh... fuck... and discharged into her again a burning torrent that made her thighs tremble and blurred her vision. His penis throbbed deep inside her, each jet accompanied by a tremor of his abs, his ragged breath against her neck.