Akira didn’t argue... not like he could given the current situation. The force of Rina’s need alone was magnetic, pulling him in just as strongly as the System’s warnings.
He shoved his gym shorts down, freeing his throbbing cock. It sprang out, veins pulsing, the tip already slick with pre-cum from the raw tension of her transformation... the danger and that wild, animal hunger in her eyes making him ache deep in his balls.
"Take it," he growled.
Rina didn’t wait. She jumped.
Literally jumped. With a display of strength that defied her slender fra, she wrapped her legs around his waist and hoisted herself up, slamming her hips down onto his hard length.
"Oh god!" Akira grunted, his back hitting the wooden shelves as she impaled herself on him.
It wasn’t a smooth slide; it was a brutal collision. Her dripping pussy swallowed his cock whole in one wet, desperate plunge, her inner walls clutching him like a velvet fist soaked in molten heat.
The slippery friction burned as her juices coated his shaft, her labia stretching tight around his girth, pulling him deeper into her spasming core.
"Yes! Yes!" Rina moaned, throwing her head back to expose the sweaty column of her throat where her pulse hamred visibly. "It’s inside! It’s filling the hole... stretching so fucking full!"
She began to grind, not with the rhythmic sensuality of their night together, but with the frantic, jerky movents of a starving animal devouring its prey.
Her pussy squeezed his cock, the ridged insides of her fleshy tunnel milking him with a tightness that was almost painful. Each thrust sent jolts of intense pleasure up his spine.
He could feel her clit rubbing against his lower stomach, swollen and wet, as her hips thrust wildly. The wet sound of their bodies hitting each other echoed in the small shed like loud, obscene clapping.
"Rina, easy!" Akira gasped, gripping her hips to stabilize her, his fingers digging into the firm, sweat-slick flesh of her ass. "You’re crushing ... your hole’s like a goddamn vice!"
"Can’t stop! Need it!" she cried. Her breathing was warm and ragged against his neck, carrying the faint, musky scent of her arousal mixed with sweat.
She squeezed her thighs around his waist, and Akira actually heard his own hip bones creak under the enhanced force.
Her pussy contracted in rhythm, rippling along his length from base to tip, sucking at him greedily as if trying to pull his soul out through his dick.
[WARNING: PHYSICAL STRESS DETECTED]
[HOST DURABILITY: 92%... 89%...]
[ADVISORY: Soul Seed enhancent has increased subject’s grip strength by 300%. Do not let her break your pelvis.]
"Oh fvcckkk," Akira hissed through gritted teeth, at the mix of pain and ecstasy that’s making his balls tighten.
If he hadn’t put points into Durability and Strength, she might have actually snapped him in half... or worse, milked him dry before he could even thrust.
He fought against her crushing grip, driving into her hard to match her energy, trying to assert dominance over the fever consuming her.
Every thrust slamd his cockhead against her cervix, the deep, pounding impacts making her inner walls flutter and gush more juices down his shaft, dripping onto his balls in warm streams.
He could sll the tangy, feminine musk of her excitent filling the air, thick and heady, making his head spin.
"Feed," he commanded, slamming deep into her cervix again, feeling it yield slightly under the force. "Take what you need and calm down... let ... fuck... that... fever... out... of... you!"
"I’m trying!" she sobbed, her nails raking down his chest, drawing beads of blood that stung like fire. "But it feels like... like I’m empty... fill , Akira! Now! Pump full... make overflow!"
Just as the tension reached its breaking point, the doorknob rattled violently.
Clack-clack-clack.
They both froze.
Rina’s hips stopped mid-grind, her pussy clamping down on his cock with a force that made Akira see stars, her walls pulsing in frantic waves that nearly pushed him over the edge right there.
"Kanzaki? Kurogane?" Coach Yamada’s voice bood from the other side of the thin wood, sounding angry. "I know you two ca this way. Open up!"
Rina’s eyes went wide, the violet glow flickering with panic. She opened her mouth to speak... or maybe to scream, but Akira clamped his hand over her mouth instantly.
"Shh," he whispered into her ear, his heart hamring against her chest.
"I swear I saw them co here," another voice... Kenji’s, muttered outside. "Skipping practice to hook up?"
"This door is locked," the Coach grumbled. He pounded on the wood with his fist. BANG. BANG. BANG.
The impact shook the shed. Dust motes danced in the sliver of light coming through the crack.
Inside, Rina was trembling violently.
The fear was mixing with the Mana Fever, creating a volatile cocktail. Her pussy was twitching around Akira’s shaft in rapid, microscopic spasms that were driving him to the edge of insanity... each flutter sending fresh waves of slick heat down his length, her juices now soaking his thighs.
She looked at him, tears welling in her glowing eyes, begging silently. Please. I can’t hold it.
Akira stared back, communicating with his eyes. Be quiet. Just a little longer.
"Kanzaki!" Coach yelled one last ti. Silence stretched for ten agonizing seconds.
"Check the locker rooms," Coach finally sighed. "If they aren’t there, they’re getting detention for a month."
Footsteps crunched on the gravel, fading away.
The mont they were gone, Rina shattered.
She bit into Akira’s shoulder to stifle her scream and began to bounce on him with renewed, silent ferocity.
It was purely chanical now... friction, heat, pressure.
Her pussy slamd down repeatedly, engulfing his cock in sloppy, sucking heat, the squelches muffled only by their heavy breathing. Her breasts bounced against his chest, nipples hard as diamonds scraping his skin through her thin top.
"I’m cumming!" she wheezed against his skin, her walls convulsing in a rhythmic vise that pulled at him relentlessly. "Akira, feed ! Now... flood my insides!"
Akira didn’t hold back. The fear of discovery combined with her vice-like grip pushed him over the edge.
"Take it!"
He erupted inside her, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep into her pussy, feeling it splash against her inner walls and mix with her gushing juices.
The sensation was overwhelming: her pussy milking every drop, squeezing him dry as waves of pleasure radiated from his balls through his shaft.
It wasn’t just physical fluid. He felt a drain on his own essence... a distinct pulling sensation, like a siphon had been attached to his soul.
[ESSENCE TRANSFER DETECTED]
[SOUL SEED: FEEDING...]
[MANA FEVER: STABILIZING]
Rina arched her back, her body convulsing as she absorbed him. The violet glow in her eyes flared blindingly bright for a second, then slowly, gradually, dimd back to her natural eye colour.
Her death grip on his waist loosened. Her breathing slowed from frantic gasps to heavy, exhausted sighs.
She slumped forward, resting her forehead against his chest, her sweat mixing with his.
"Oh my god," she whispered in a trembling voice, filled with horror. "Akira... I... I almost broke you."
Akira leaned his head back against the wall, trying to catch his breath. His hips throbbed where her legs had squeezed him.
"I’m sturdy," he rasped, stroking her hair. "But we definitely need to figure this out. I can’t be your ergency ration every ti you get hungry."
Rina pulled back, looking down at herself: disheveled, sweaty, still impaled on him. "I felt like an animal. I couldn’t stop myself. Is this... is this what I am now?"
"We need an expert," Akira said, gently helping her off him. "Get dressed. We’re finding Ayaka."
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