Chapter 27: A Different Feeling II
Once again, she pulled back, coughing and gasping. Strings of saliva and precum mixed unrecognizable from the other hung from her chin and lips in long, messy webs. She looked completely wrecked, eyes teary red, face shiny with spit, chin dripping. Without wiping anything away, she immediately went back down, licking and sucking his balls sloppily, taking one into her mouth and humming audibly while her hand continued jerking his cock with steady, wet strokes.
She moved back to the head, sucking hungrily. Her head bobbed frantically, making very audible, filthy *gluck-gluck-gluck sounds that echoed through the room.
Sasha finally pulled off again, breathing hard through her mouth. A massive string of saliva hung from her lips all the way to his cock. She looked up at Edward with glassy, lust-drunk eyes, then opened her mouth wide, letting the built up saliva drip from her tongue onto his glistening shaft.
"Ride me," he commanded, voice dark and dominant. "Show me how badly you want this cock now." He was soon to cum, but he wanted to empty his load in her cunt.
Sasha, completely broken and drunk on pleasure, obeyed without hesitation. She positioned herself in cowgirl and sank down onto his massive length with a long, shuddering moan. Her tight pussy was still sensitive, but she started bouncing anyway, her firm ass rippling with every movement.
Sasha’s moans grew louder and more desperate as she rode him with everything she had left. Her perky breasts bounced wildly in front of Edward’s face. He leaned up and sucked hard on one of her nipples while thrusting up to meet her movements.
The combination pushed her over the edge once more. Sasha’s sixth orgasm hit her violently. Her entire body seized up as she came, and this time she squirted hard, a powerful jet of clear fluid soaking Edward’s abs and the sheets beneath them. She kept riding through the squirt shouting weakly, her movements becoming erratic and sloppy as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
"I can’t— I can’t take anymore—" she cried out, voice hoarse.
Her eyes rolled back completely, her mouth opened in a silent scream, and her pussy convulsed violently around him as she squirted again, soaking them both.
Sasha’s body finally gave out.
She collapsed forward onto Edward’s chest, completely unconscious. Her breathing was shallow and rapid, her body still twitching with residual pleasure. Her pussy continued to flutter weakly around his cock as she passed out from sheer overstimulation and fatigue.
Edward lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, his cock still buried deep inside the now unconscious Sasha. He ran his hand through her messy ponytail, a satisfied and calculating smirk forming on his lips.
The system notifications were already flooding in. Sasha’s conquest progress had jumped dramatically. She was nowhere near fully conquered yet, but she was well on her way to becoming completely addicted to him.
With that though, Edward couldn’t help but click his tongue. Just how much would it take to conquer her? She was such a hard nut to crack compared to the rest.
He gently laid her down on the bed beside him, his cock slipping out of her cum-filled pussy with a wet sound. Thick globs of his semen leaked out onto the sheets. Sasha remained completely out cold, her beautiful face flushed and peaceful in unconsciousness.
All he knew to do to conquer a woman fast was sex, thoroughly fucking her brains out. For now he had to let her rest, he will have to find a way to finish this once she wakes up.
...
While Sasha lay unconscious on top of Edward, her body still twitching with aftershocks, with Edward’s cum still leaking from her thoroughly used pussy, another reunion was unfolding in a different wing of the complex.
Maya sat rigidly in the well-furnished room that tried hard to look like a comfortable office, or at least a hybrid of the sort. Though her wrists were no longer bound, being unable to leave was more than enough. Across from her, Jerald lounged in a sleek leather chair, studying her carefully.
"You look better now," he said.
"Don’t." Maya replied, her voice devoid of warmth.
Jerald smiled anyway, "I’m not allowed to say that?"
"You’re not allowed to pretend this is a conversation between two people who ran into each other." Maya held his gaze. "You had us taken, Jerald."
"I had you ’brought’ here." He said it like the distinction mattered. "There’s a difference."
"There isn’t." Maya glared.
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, and for a moment he looked younger—closer to the boy she had known than the man sitting across from her. That was also deliberate. She knew his face too well to be fooled by it.
The two of them shared a complicated history that stretched back over a decade and a half.
Jerald and Sasha had been street orphans together since they were children. Jerald, blessed with an extraordinary mind even at a young age, survived by working as an underground doctor, patching up wounded gang members, selling sensitive information, and doing whatever dirty medical work paid the bills.
For a child that had only learned theory by reading medical textbooks, his knowledge was profound, proof of his blessing, even he could not directly call it an ability. He would experiment on small animals, performing surgery, and later, learn on the job while working, and even with such risks, he had very few mistakes to his name.
Sasha on the other hand, awakened her ability later on while young, before the age of 8. Unlike Jerald who was gifted with inhuman intelligence, she was fierce and physically gifted. She was no super soldier, but her strength and capabilities were above the level of a trained man, and with it she earned her keep by fighting in brutal underground arenas and taking on increasingly dangerous jobs. Her shadow ability helped as the work got more dangerous, as originally, she could only blend herself with surrounding shadow—a complete camouflage.
Together, they scraped by... Then, when they were both sixteen, Maya entered their lives.
