I said nothing.
I simply stepped forward. Slowly. Like a wolf entering the pen, sure of its hunger, certain it would bite.
Althéa didn't move. She watched , naked, upright, her spine arched like a ceremonial bow. Her skin glead under the lanterns, her breasts barely rising. But her eyes... her eyes burned. A silent challenge. A provocation wrapped in noble perfu and feminine sweat.
I reached a breath away from her. She didn't step back.
— So, Lieutenant? she whispered, head tilted, lips moist. You give the orders on the battlefield... But in my bed, who gives them?
I didn't answer.
I placed my hands on her hips. Her skin was scorching. Her body vibrated. But she held firm. She kept her chin high, still staring at .
Then I laid her down.
Wordlessly. Without tenderness. Not like a lover. Like prey I'd decided to devour slowly.
She let . Her hair spilled over the sheets like a stream of ink. Her arms stretched out on either side, and her legs, slowly parting, offered the most indecent sight of my fucking life.
Her pussy was perfectly bare. Smooth. Pink. Already glistening. A drop of pleasure sparkled at the corner of her lips, like a misplaced tear.
I leaned in.
And I licked her.
All at once. Flat tongue. Bottom to top. Her entire slit. All her heat.
She jolted.
Her legs contracted around my head by reflex. Her fingers clawed at the sheets. A moan escaped her, strangled, smothered by surprise.
I didn't stop.
I kissed her there. Fully. I plunged my tongue inside her, sucked on her flesh, teased her clit with the tip of my lips. She was salty. Warm. Alive. Her juice was already flowing. Her hips moved involuntarily.
— Fuck... she gasped between gasps.
I growled in response. And I doubled down.
I licked her like a madman. As if her pleasure could wash away all the betrayals. All the executions. All the lost years.
She cried out.
Not loud. But real. A cry ripped from her throat, laced with sha and ecstasy. She arched, her clit swollen against my lips, and I sucked it again, gently, until her thighs trembled.
Her hands gripped my neck. She wanted to pull away. She couldn't take it anymore. But I didn't let go.
I wanted her to cum on my tongue.
And she did.
A spasm. A contraction. A moan.
Her hips rose, her belly tightened, and a trickle of nectar splashed my mouth.
I licked her clean.
Then I sat up. Mouth shining. Eyes fixed.
She was panting. Her chest rising fast, erratically. A bead of sweat rolled between her breasts.
— You... want to break ? she whispered.
I undid my belt.
— No. I want to mark you.
And this ti, she didn't smile.
I removed the last piece of cloth covering .
My cock stood erect, throbbing, veins bulging, the head gleaming with pent-up desire. I hadn't even needed to touch myself. Just seeing her naked. Hearing her moan. Tasting her soaked pussy.
Althéa looked at my cock with a mix of defiance and apprehension.
— You want to mark ... she breathed. Then do it.
I leaned in. Slowly. Until I felt the heat of her lower belly radiating against .
I looked her in the eyes.
Then I shoved it in with one thrust.
— Haaah!...!
She scread.
Her back arched. Her nails dug into my arms. Her thighs clamped around my hips, as if to hold in. Or to keep from shattering.
It was blazing hot.
Tight.
Fuck, I was inside her. All the way.
I didn't move right away. I savored it.
Her insides throbbed, contracted around . A liquid heat, wet, pulsing. My tip rubbed against walls soaked in pleasure. Each pulse of her pelvis sent a jolt of ecstasy through my spine.
I moved.
One thrust. Slow. Deep.
— Mmh... ah...
She moaned. A throat sound. Between a plea and devotion.
I held her wrists pinned above her head. My chest pressed to hers. Her breasts rubbed against my pecs, nipples hard as fevered tips.
I slamd again. Harder.
— Aaah...!
She choked.
Her eyes shut, her lips quivered.
— You fuck like... a beast, she spat, voice broken by the thrusts.
I smiled.
And I pounded her.
Brutal rhythm. Steady. Each thrust rocked the bed. Her breasts bounced against my chest. Her pussy grew wetter, louder, more alive. She wasn't in control anymore. She barely breathed. Her mouth opened without sound.
— Hah... ah... ahh... haaa...!
I felt her walls clutch with every pull-out, as if begging to stay. Her body pleaded, even if she wouldn't.
So I leaned to her ear.
— This what you wanted, Lady Velnara? To be fucked like a bitch? You spread your legs, now deal with it.
She turned her head. Her breath scorched my cheek.
— Shut up... and keep going.
I looked at her. A bead of sweat glistened in her collarbone. Her eyes were red, wet. But she smiled. Faintly. A filthy smile. A noble defeat.
So I sat up.
I pulled out slowly. My cock glistened, dripping with her juices. Then I flipped her over in one swift move, onto her belly.
She cried out. Surprised. Aroused.
— HAA...!
Her ass lifted on its own, offered.
Her thighs spread.
I took her again.
Without warning.
A hard thrust, deep. My cock sank into her soaked pussy with a filthy, wet, brutal noise.
— HAAH...!
Althéa scread. Her back arched, hands clutched the mattress. Her legs trembled. I held her hips firmly. My palms fit the perfect curve of her ass. Her skin was smooth, blazing, covered in a sheen of sweat.
I pulled back. Then slamd.
A slap of flesh on flesh. Violent. Repeated. Rhythmic.
— Hnn... ah... ha...!
She moaned with each thrust. She struggled to stay upright, but her body bent with every blow. Her ass slapped against my pelvis. Her pussy, soaked in pleasure, opened without resistance.
I fucked her like a demon.
I growled through clenched teeth. My chest dripped sweat. My hips pounded. Again. Again. Again.
— Aaah... Sora...! ha... hnnn...!
She had said my na.
Not a command. Not a plea. Just... my na. Torn from her throat. Like a prayer. Like weakness.
I leaned over her, my chest against her back. My teeth brushed her nape. She shivered. My fingers slid under her chest. I grabbed her tits with both hands. They bounced with each thrust. Heavy. Full. Offered.
— Want to cum again? I murmured. Didn't get enough?
She nodded. Barely. Trembling.
Her moans were becoming uncontrollable. Short gasps. Broken sighs. Cries muffled into the sheets she bit into.
— Mmh... haa... ah... aah... ahhh...
I drove in harder. Faster.
Her pussy clapped. Wet. Wild. She was nothing but a taut belly, a lifted ass, an open mouth.
I grabbed her hair, just enough to lift her head.
Her eyes t mine over her shoulder.
Red. Lost. Wet. Freed.
— You want to cum? I repeated, voice rough.
— Hnnn... ha... yes...!
She begged.
Fuck.
I slapped her. Softly. Just to hear her skin respond. Then I dug my fingers into her hips.
And I fucked her.
Like a man possessed.
Like a revenant who'd waited ten years for this.
Her screams rose. Her voice cracked. Her legs gave out.
And I held on.
I held on because I wanted to break her. Reduce her to a soaked mory. So she'd never et my eyes again without feeling my cock's imprint in her womb.
And she gave in.
Her whole body vibrated. Her back tensed like a bow. Her pussy clenched around with every thrust, nearly sucking in.
She had no words left. Just moans.
— Aah... haaah... hnnn... haa...!
I felt the wave build inside her. Her orgasm exploded. She ca on , violently, spasming.
And I didn't stop.
I grabbed her hips and kept pounding. While her body convulsed. While she whimpered in her arms. While her pussy dripped onto my thighs.
She was no longer noble.
She was nothing.
Just offered.
Just mine.
She collapsed onto the mattress, face to the sheets, body sweating, pussy still clenching around my cock.
But I didn't want it to end like that.
Not yet.
I pulled out slowly. A thread of cum leaked between her thighs, shining in the light. She moaned, barely conscious. Her voice was nothing but a breath.
I turned her over.
Her arms fell to her sides. Her legs parted on their own, offered, as if her body already understood. She breathed heavily, mouth ajar, her breasts raised, still marked by my fingers.
I slipped between her thighs.
And entered her again.
— Haaaa...!
She scread.
Her pussy was hypersensitive. Soaked. Throbbing. But it took in again. Like it wanted more. Like it knew nothing else.
I grabbed her thighs, legs folded to her chest. My hips slamd into her. Her belly vibrated with every thrust. Her breasts bounced endlessly.
— Hnn... ah... ah... haa...!
She ca with every thrust.
I felt her clench, tense, arch. Her head tilted back. Her hands gripped the sheets, then my arms, then the air. She no longer knew where to hold on.
Her second orgasm shook her violently.
Her moans cut off. Her body arched all at once. Her pussy clenched around like a trembling fist. I felt her nails dig into my shoulders.
She twisted in pleasure.
And I kept going.
— Haa... aaah... Sora... I-I... ahh...!
She tried to speak. To plead. To exist. But her body betrayed her. It spoke for her.
I stared at her.
Half-closed eyes. Flushed face. Mouth ajar, trembling. Strands of hair stuck to her damp cheeks.
I'd never seen anything so obscene.
And so beautiful.
She opened her eyes. t my gaze. And whispered, panting:
— I'm going to... again...
I leaned in, mouth against hers.
— Then fucking cum.
She scread into my mouth.
A third orgasm.
Shorter. Rougher. Filthier.
Her juice splashed our bellies. Her voice broke into muffled sobs. Her hips lifted, seeking more contact. Her whole body shook. She couldn't take anymore.
And I was on the edge.
I grabbed her hips.
And I pounded harder.
Harder. Faster.
My breath was short. My belly clenched. My cock pulsed inside her, swollen, furious. Each thrust made her bounce off the mattress. Each slap was a cry. Each moan dragged closer to the edge.
She couldn't take it anymore.
— Haaah... ah... Sora... I-I... can't...!
Her voice cracked. So did her body.
I leaned in one last ti. I kissed her. Deep. With tongue. She responded, weak, panting. Her mouth opened beneath mine like her legs had earlier.
And I exploded.
A groan escaped . Deep. Animal.
I slamd into her fully.
My cock poured everything out. Spurt after spurt. A thick heat. Scalding. Flooding her belly. Her pussy clenched one last ti, as if to trap every drop.
— Haa... haaah...!
She moaned, barely conscious.
My arms trembled. My legs too. I stayed in her, pressed close, drowning, as if I could impregnate her with hate and rebirth.
And then...
[System]
Mission complete: Have your first intercourse
Reward: 1,000 points
The ssage cut through my head. Without emotion. Just truth.
It was done.
I pulled out slowly. My cock glistened with cum and pussy juice. Her cunt was still open, drooling, dripping. A white streak ran down her thigh, traced her ass, dripped onto the sheet.
She didn't move.
I collapsed beside her.
On my back. Breath ragged. Muscles numb. Lower belly still tense. My cock dripped onto my thigh, stiff, sticky. I'd emptied my guts into this woman, and yet, I felt more tense than ever.
Althéa didn't move right away. Her eyes were shut, lips parted, skin soaked. Her legs still trembled with aftershocks. Beads of sweat glistened on her breasts, hips, the hollow of her belly.
Then she turned toward .
She slid her leg over mine. Nestled softly against my side. Her hand ran across my chest, slowly, like discovering a forbidden sculpture.
She laid her head on my shoulder. Her breath was warm. Steady.
— You're even better in bed than on the battlefield... she murmured.
I didn't answer.
Her fingers traced circles on my skin. She pressed closer. Her breasts against my flank, her thigh between mine. She wasn't playing anymore. She sought warmth. Connection.
, I stared at the tent ceiling. The dim lanterns. The camp's silence. And the dull vibration still echoing in my skull.
1,000 points added.
Current balance: 1,000 Points.
That's all I thought about.
The points.
What I could do with them. What they could give . Power? Skills? Enhanced perception? Charm bonuses? Physical reinforcent?
The shop awaited. So did the options.
Althéa caressed my jaw.
— You're quiet... You regret it?
I slowly turned my head toward her.
She was looking at , naked, offered, hair stuck to her cheeks, lips swollen, eyes still hazy. Beautiful. Breathless. Fragile.
But I felt nothing.
Nothing romantic.
Just... a conquered target.
One more point.
I slid my hand into her hair, gently.
— I'm thinking.
— About what?
I lied:
— About you.
She smiled. A tired smile. Almost happy. She closed her eyes and curled up against like a sated child.
I didn't push her away.
But in my head, one thought looped:
If one woman earns 1,000 points... how much for five? For ten?
I clenched my jaw.
Love died with , in my forr life.
Now, I wanted everything. Power. Secrets. Revenge. And if I had to fuck them all to get it...
Then I'd fuck them all.
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