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Chapter 489: The debauched angel (2)

Loriel floated in a warm, cottony haze, her legs still trembling, her breath ragged. Sulyvhan’s seed slowly trickled down her thigh, tracing a warm path toward the rumpled sheet. She thought for a moment it was over. That he would finally lie down beside her, hold her, let her sink into that heavy sleep tugging at her eyelids.

But Sulyvhan had not withdrawn his still-hard member from her body.

He straightened up on his knees, his hands sliding under her buttocks to lift her. Loriel made a sound of surprise as he turned her over like a rag doll, her hips raised, her knees barely having time to find purchase on the mattress.

"Alexandre... what are you..."

Her question strangled in her throat when he thrust into her in one single push, brutal and deep, his hand coming down on her buttocks in a sharp slap.

The sound resonated in the room - smack - followed by Loriel’s muffled cry. The skin of her left buttock burned, a vivid heat that radiated down to her lower belly and made her vagina tighten around him.

"Fuck..." she breathed, her fingers gripping the sheets.

He slapped her again, on the other buttock this time. Smack. The sharp noise made Loriel flinch, her hips sinking slightly into the mattress under the force of the blow. The burn spread, transforming pain into a wet heat that trickled between her thighs.

"You like that," Sulyvhan stated, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, already marking her.

Loriel shook her head against the pillow, but her hips lifted despite themselves, welcoming his thrusts. He was penetrating her with deliberate slowness now, deep rolls of his hips that made her entire spine undulate.

"And yet you keep gripping me with that cunt of yours," he murmured, leaning forward so his chest brushed against her back.

He punctuated his words with a harder slap, his palm coming down on the already reddened curve of her buttock. Loriel hiccupped, her face burying in the pillow to stifle a moan that wanted to sound indignant but came out as a sob of pleasure.

"You’re a whore, Loriel," he said, his hips slapping against hers. "My whore."

The words should have offended her. They would have offended her, once. But now they triggered something in her, a visceral shudder that made her thighs tremble.

"Stop..." she managed to articulate, but her voice lacked conviction. She was shattered by waves of pleasure, her words no more than a hot breath against the damp fabric of the pillow.

Sulyvhan laughed, a low, satisfied sound. He gripped her hips with both hands, his fingers digging into the flesh, and accelerated. Each thrust was a display of strength, a wet clap that echoed in the room. His testicles slapped against her with each push, an obscene sound mingling with Loriel’s muffled moans.

Her cunt was sopping, the seed from their previous embraces running down her thighs, lubricating every movement, allowing Sulyvhan to slide into her with almost indecent ease. She could hear it, that viscous sound, every time he thrust in - schlick - and it made her blush to the tips of her ears.

"Look at yourself," Sulyvhan said, his fingers tangling in her hair to twist her neck, forcing her head to turn sideways. "Look how drenched you are."

Loriel obeyed despite herself, her eyes falling on the mirror of the wardrobe at the far end of the room. The sight was obscene. She was on her knees, her face scarlet, her breasts swinging, her mouth open in a silent O. And behind her, Sulyvhan, massive, his hips slamming against her buttocks with regularity. His skin was slick with sweat, a bead of perspiration running down his torso to crash onto the small of her back.

She saw the red marks of his slaps on her buttocks, finger-shaped bruises on her hips. She saw her own body reacting, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her fingers clutching the sheets like a lifeline.

An additional slap landed on her right buttock, then another on the left, the sound reverberating against the walls. Loriel cried out, a strangled sound that turned into a sob as her muscles contracted around him, her vagina drawing him deeper.

"You’re coming already, whore?" Sulyvhan asked, his tone mocking but his breath hoarse, betraying his own excitement.

Loriel couldn’t answer. Her fingers were white-knuckled on the sheet, her toes curled, spasms coursing through her entire body as the orgasm overwhelmed her. She was too sensitive, too full, too everything - and yet she didn’t want him to stop.

Sulyvhan didn’t stop. He kept taking her, his hips slamming against her in a relentless rhythm, each thrust prolonging her orgasm, transforming it into a continuous wave that left her panting, drained, almost unconscious.

"Alexandre... please..." she gasped, no longer even knowing what she was asking. To stop? To continue? Both at once?

"Please what?" Sulyvhan asked, slowing down. He thrust deep, to the hilt, and remained still, his member throbbing inside her. His hand came down on her buttock, a slow slap, almost caressing.

Loriel moaned, her pelvis twisting to try to draw his thrusts back in. "More... I beg you... more..."

"More what?" His fingers dug into her hair, pulling her head back, baring her neck which he bit softly.

"Harder... faster..." Shame burned her cheeks, but the words came out on their own, torn out by frustration. "Make me come again... I’m begging you..."

Sulyvhan growled. He thrust into her, a powerful stroke that made her jolt, his belly slapping against her buttocks with an obscene sound. "Spread yourself," he ordered, pulling her buttocks apart with his hands, stretching her entrance, letting his fingers slide along her sex to feel his member go in and out.

The sight was too intimate, too bare. Loriel closed her eyes, but the sensations were amplified tenfold - the friction of his skin against hers, the moisture of their mingled fluids, the rhythm of his thrusts accelerating further.

"Look," he demanded. "Look how I’m taking you."

She obeyed, her eyes opening toward the mirror. She saw him, his fingers spreading her swollen lips, her cunt red, wet, welcoming his member with a voracity that made her blush. Each withdrawal was followed by a deep thrust, and she could see her own seed flowing around his base, staining his testicles.

"I’m... I’m going to..." she stammered, her muscles already contracting.

"Not yet," Sulyvhan said, slowing down abruptly. He withdrew his member almost entirely, leaving only the tip at her entrance, teasing her wet lips.

Loriel moaned in frustration, her hips pushing back to catch him. "Don’t do that..."

His fingers dug into her hair, pulling her head back. The position was uncomfortable, almost painful, but the sensation of his hand and the penetration made her vibrate.

He thrust into her in one go, brutally, and Loriel screamed, the sound breaking into a hiccup as the orgasm struck her like lightning. Her arms gave way, her face burying in the pillow, her body shaken by uncontrollable spasms. She could hear him grunting behind her, his thrusts becoming erratic, his breath ragged.

He let go of her hips and collapsed onto her, his weight crushing her against the mattress. His mouth found her neck, his teeth biting into the sensitive skin as he discharged inside her, his member pulsing deep in her belly. Each jet of his seed triggered a tremor in her muscles, and Loriel could only moan, drained of all strength.

They remained like that for a few moments, his massive body weighing on hers, their breaths mingling in the warm air of the room.

Then Sulyvhan withdrew slowly, and Loriel felt the emptiness, immediately filled by the flow of his seed running down her thigh. She stayed still, her legs trembling, her buttocks red, her breath still gasping.