Davi groaned in frustration as Alia vanished, leaving him painfully aroused. His pants strained against his obvious erection, and he shot a pleading look at Sophia.
Sophia’s lips curled into a slow, horny smile as she stepped closer, her hips swaying with deliberate seduction. "Poor thing... all worked up with no relief," she purred, her fingers trailing up his chest. "Luckily for you, this gentle nurse will take care of everything..."
As a mber of the dical staff, she could technically be considered a nurse, even if she wasn’t wearing a costu for the part. With a quick move, Sophia closed the door of Davi’s room in the hospital. She wouldn’t want anyone getting in their way.
Before Davi could respond, Sophia closed the distance between them in one fluid motion, her sexy curves pressing against his body. Her full breasts yielded against his chest as she climbed onto his hospital bed.
"I know exactly what kind of healing you really need," she murmured, her lips brushing the shell of his ear.
She shifted slightly, settling into a 69 position, letting Davi see she wore nothing under her skirt.
Davi’s breath hitched as Sophia straddled him, her weight settling over his hips. The thin fabric of his pants did nothing to hide the throbbing hardness beneath.
"Mmm... so eager," she teased, her fingers toying with the waistband of his pants. "Let’s get you out of these, shall we?"
In one swift motion, she yanked them down, letting his hard cock jump free from his clothes.
Sophia licked her lips hornily, her gaze fixed on his huge, hard cock. She could even sll the manly aroma coming from it.
Leaning down, she licked a hot stripe up his length before taking him into her mouth, her lips stretching around him. Davi moaned as she worked him deeper, her tongue swirling expertly.
"Don’t forget about , okay?" she murmured, crawling up his body until her dripping cunt hovered above his face.
The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and Davi didn’t hesitate. He buried his tongue between her folds, lapping hungrily at her slickness.
Sophia moaned, her hips rolling against his mouth as he devoured her, his hands gripping her ass to hold her close.
"Fuck, just like that," she gasped, her thighs clamping around his head.
She was so taken by pleasure that it was almost impossible to stay focused on her main job: sucking that huge and delicious cock.
Giving up on that strange position, she pulled away and repositioned herself, aligning her soaked entrance with his cock. With a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, she sank down onto him, both of them groaning at the sensation.
"God, you feel good," she breathed, riding him with slow, grinding thrusts.
Soon her movents grew faster, and Davi also began moving his hips, the wet sounds of sex echoing in the room.
Sophia’s moans grew louder, her nails digging into his chest as her pace quickened. "Co on, baby... fill up," she urged, her voice ragged with need.
The demand shattered his control. With a growl, Davi flipped them, pinning her beneath him as he drove into her harder, each thrust deeper than the last. Sophia arched off the bed, her legs locking around his hips as she cried out, her climax crashing over her. Davi followed with a rough thrust, spilling inside her with a groan, his body shuddering with release.
For a mont, the only sound was their ragged breathing.
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2 days later
Davi stepped into the arena with a slightly bored look. All around, the murmurs of the crowd were deafening—a symphony of cheers, boos, and excited chatter.
At the very least, the spectators were eager for a show, so Davi figured he should give them sothing entertaining.
He walked toward the center, eyes fixed on Alan, his opponent. Alan looked exactly like the textbook image of a tanker: bulging muscles, a body completely encased in armor, and a massive heavy shield in hand.
Two steps after reaching the middle of the arena, Davi raised his hand in an unnecessarily dramatic fashion while casting . Imdiately, the ground beneath Alan began to freeze and, with a snap of his fingers, an avalanche of ice surged forward toward the man.
The impact rang out like shattering glass, but Alan stood firm, his shield absorbing every blow.
Hold out for a while so the crowd doesn’t get disappointed, Davi thought, then fired flas toward his opponent.
The blazing fireballs exploded against the wall of tal, engulfing Alan in a suffocating sea of heat. And still, there he stood, unmoving, like he had roots planted deep in the arena.
This guy could at least move a little... Davi frowned but didn’t stop. Dashing around his opponent with dramatic flair, he kept firing the sa fire spell again and again in rapid succession. Alan couldn’t block everything and was forced to move, dodging as best he could.
After putting on a good pyrotechnic show, Davi finally closed the distance with his small sword in hand. Alan, on the other hand, swung a massive blade, and it was obvious that a close-quarters fight would be disastrous for Davi.
Still, he pressed on, narrowly dodging each swing. Every ti Alan missed, his strikes smashed into the arena floor, tearing it apart.
It was perfect; the crowd would feel as if Davi could be defeated at any mont. And indeed, if Alan managed to land a solid hit, Davi would be forced to use a healing ability, or he’d probably lose the fight altogether.
But...
"Alright, I think that’s enough..." he muttered to himself, instantly leaping back from his opponent.
In the next mont, he unleashed a on Alan while at the sa ti charging up his .
The man defended himself with relative ease from the first strike, but as soon as he noticed a blazing plasma beam approaching with brutal force, he tried to react. His shield began to slowly lt; even pouring mana into it to reinforce the defense wasn’t enough.
Even so, he managed to endure the attack. When the dust settled, his shield had a massive hole in the middle, and parts of his armor were scorched, yet he was still standing.
However, in his desperate effort not to lose, Alan hadn’t even realized that the impact had pushed him out of the arena. Because of that, the referee declared the winner.
Wanting to make the mont more dramatic, Davi pretended to collapse on the ground, exhausted, so no one would think the fight had been that easy.
At that mont, Norman leapt from the stands into the center of the arena, his powers and mana surging violently, tearing everything apart around him.
"I do not accept this result," he said, his voice dripping with hatred.
Davi was forced to get up quickly, defending himself against the bolts his father emitted naturally.
Then, a snap of fingers echoed, and Alia appeared in the middle of the arena. She wanted to teleport him away instantly, but he managed to block it thanks to his overwhelming amount of mana.
But it didn’t matter, no matter how strong he was, Alia was still stronger.
"I don’t recall asking for your opinion," she said in a commanding tone, arms crossed.
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