Chapter 4: Satisfy Her Desires (+18)
He stepped forward without a word. His cock, still glistening with her saliva, stood erect, straight, the purple head swollen and taut. He placed a large hand on her hip, fingers digging into the firm flesh of her ass, the other hand on her shoulder to keep her bent over. He aligned the head with the entrance of her slit. Her small pink lips, already parted and swollen, brushed against the tip. He pushed.
"Ah... fuck..." Electhra breathed.
The head slowly spread her pussy, which contracted for the first time. He entered the tight heat, inch by inch. She felt the skin of her vagina stretch under the pressure; every millimeter sent a shiver down her thighs.
"Mmmhh... yes..."
He sank in to the base. His pelvis pressed firmly against her round ass cheeks. He stayed still for a second. Inside, Electhra’s walls pulsed around him, hot, slick, a living muscle gripping him tight.
"Move... please..." she murmured, her cheek crushed against the back of the couch.
He pulled back almost completely. The head nearly slipped out, only the rim of skin still in contact. Then he thrust back in, slowly but deep, until he hit the bottom. Clac. The dull sound of their pelvises colliding.
"Ahhh!" Electhra cried out, mouth open. "Yes... like that..."
He began a steady rhythm. Each withdrawal made the natural lubricant squelch. Schlick... schlick... His cock slid out, disappeared, reappeared shiny and wet. She felt the precise friction against her front wall, right where it was most sensitive. Her breasts hung heavy, swinging back and forth with every thrust, their tips rubbing against the fabric of the couch.
Little by little, he sped up. His thrusts became sharper, faster. Clac... clac... clac... The pace increased. The living room heard nothing but the wet slapping of skin against skin, mixed with their panting.
"Ah... ah... ah..." Electhra moaned in rhythm. Her fingers clenched the edge of the couch, knuckles white. "Harder... come on... harder..."
He obeyed. He was now pounding her at full speed, his stomach slapping against her ass with a sharper, almost violent sound. Clac! Clac! Clac! She was almost screaming with every penetration.
"Aaahn! Aaahn! Fuck, Master!"
Her whole body was trembling. Her purple hair stuck to her sweat-drenched back, strands plastered between her shoulder blades. A drop of sweat ran down her spine.
He grabbed both her hips, planted his thumbs in the dimples above her ass, and pulled her toward him with every thrust. His balls slapped against her clit with each full stroke, a small wet, rounded impact.
"Aaaah... yes... like that... don’t stop..." she panted, her voice broken.
He slightly changed the angle of his hips. He raised his trajectory by half a centimeter. His cock then hit a deeper, more sensitive spot, a firmer place under the head.
Electhra let out a sharp cry. "Aaah! THERE!" Her inner walls contracted violently, an involuntary spasm that gripped his entire cock in one sudden squeeze.
"Shit... she’s squeezing me..." he growled between his teeth.
He continued pounding her without slowing down. Sweat ran in streams down his torso, tracing the grooves of his abs, beading at the tips of his pecs. His back muscles tensed with every powerful movement, his shoulder blades rolling under the skin.
Electhra felt her second orgasm building. Her thighs were shaking. Her calves were cramping. Her stomach contracted in waves, rising toward her diaphragm.
"I... I’m going to cum... again..." she moaned. It was almost a sob.
He was now driving his cock into her faster, deeper, with short, sharp thrusts. The sounds overlapped.
"Hnng... hnng... hnng... AAAAH!"
She came. Her vagina tightened in a series of rapid, rhythmic pulses, like a fist opening and closing around him. A warm trickle ran down her inner thighs. She let out one last sharp cry, almost surprised, then her head fell forward, her neck drenched. He gradually slowed down, then stopped, breathing hard, remaining buried inside her for a few seconds, feeling the last spasms of her pussy around his cock.
Suddenly, she came a second time. A long, hoarse cry escaped her throat. Her neck arched, the tendons standing out. Her stomach contracted in jerks. Inside her, her vaginal walls tightened around his cock. A stream of warm liquid ran down the inside of her right thigh. But it didn’t slow him down; he continued his back-and-forth, his cock sliding in that pulsing tightness, and every movement made her swollen vulva lips tremble.
When the contractions spaced out, he seized her by the hips. With one effortless motion, he lifted her, pivoted, and laid her on her back against the couch. The backrest creaked under her weight. Electhra immediately spread her thighs, knees raised and parted, feet flat on the seat. Her vulva appeared wide open, the small lips red and glossy. The entrance of her vagina glistened, gaping in a wet oval. He placed a hand on each side of her waist and penetrated her with one deep thrust. The impact made their pelvises slap together. Electhra let out a sharp cry: "Hiiih!" a short, almost surprised sound.
He began pounding her in rhythm. His thrusts were firm. The skin of their stomachs slapped lightly. Electhra’s breasts bounced in circular motions. He leaned down, kissed her mouth—she bit his lower lip roughly—then moved down to her neck and nibbled the moist skin. Next, he took one of her breasts into his mouth, the hard nipple between his teeth, and tugged gently while continuing to fuck her faster and faster.
Electhra wrapped her arms around his shoulder blades. Her nails dug into the muscles of his back, leaving red crescents. She pulled her legs higher against his sides.
"Harder," she breathed, her voice broken. "Fuck me... harder..."
He arched his back and sped up. The couch emitted a steady creak. The sound of their bodies grew louder, a wet squelching with every withdrawal. Their ragged breaths mingled: she let out "Nnh! Nnh! Nnnh!" with every deep penetration. His cock rubbed continuously against the front wall of her vagina, where the texture was rougher, and the repeated friction made her toes curl.
He straightened up halfway, placed the pads of two fingers on her clit, sliding under the sweat and secretions, and began rubbing it in fast circles, in time with his thrusts. Immediately, Electhra lost control. Her mouth stayed wide open, silent for a second, then a long continuous cry escaped: "Aaaahhnnn... Aaaahhnnn... Aaahhnnn!" Her eyes rolled upward, showing only the whites. Her body arched violently, ass lifting off the couch, both hands gripping his wrists. A third orgasm swept through her, longer than the previous ones: her vagina contracted around his cock like a fist squeezing and releasing, then a jet of warm liquid squirted from her urethra and flowed over his fingers.
He felt his own balls tighten. He wouldn’t last more than a few seconds. His movements became irregular, more brutal, deeper: he drove his cock to the hilt, the head banging against her cervix. He growled through clenched teeth: "Electhra..." Then he unloaded inside her, filling Electhra’s pussy with his cum.
Electhra remained lying there, panting, her chest rising rapidly with each breath. Her skin was covered in a fine salty sweat. The semen slowly dripped from her vagina in rivulets.
He sat down beside her. The couch groaned under his weight. He placed his large hand on her thigh, the skin still burning hot, and slowly caressed her from knee to hip. He was still breathing through his mouth, his ribs showing with every inhale.
"You missed me," he said. His voice was hoarse, deeper than usual, almost raspy.
Electhra turned her head toward him. One corner of her mouth lifted. She propped herself up on one elbow, then rested the top of her head against his shoulder.
"You too, my lord," she replied. Her mouth brushed his collarbone. "And now that you’re here..." She slid a hand over his still-wet stomach, down to his lower abdomen. "...I’m ready to satisfy you as many times as you want."
