Summoned as an SSS-Rank Hero… with My Stepmom and Stepsisters?! Chapter 34: [R-18] Elyra Spreads Her Ass… and Begs Me to Fuc

Our mouths parted, leaving a trail of drool. Her gray eyes shone in the flickering candlelight, like two blades ready to flay . I didn’t have ti to open my mouth again before she pushed back. My back hit the narrow cot, creaking under the impact. The rough sheets rubbed against my skin, still damp with sweat.

Elyra didn’t waste a second. Her powerful thighs encircled , her pelvis crashing against mine with a wet squelch. My cock sprang out, swollen, red, already glistening with desire, and she swallowed it in one fell swoop, without waiting.

I yelled, surprised:

— "Fuck... Elyra!" »

She tilted her head back, her silver hair whipping across her face, her heavy breasts bouncing with every movent. Her predatory smile split her face as she leaned toward , panting.

— "So, hero... will you prove yourself worthy of your blessing?"

I groaned, my hands gripping her firm hips, the skin burning beneath my fingers.

— "So this is your true face... Elyra, the woman who plays on weaknesses..."

She burst into a hoarse, bestial laugh before accelerating. Her pelvis hamred against mine, each slap of flesh resonating like a drumbeat, each thrust drawing a moan from . Her pussy was already dripping, swallowing my cock to the hilt. The sticky moisture trickled down my balls, soaking the sheets beneath us.

— "Hhhhnnn... Kaito...!" " she moaned, her nails digging into my chest. "Your cock... fuck, I can feel it everywhere..."

My breath hitched. I moved my hands up, crushing her breasts as they bounced before . Her moist skin slid between my palms, my thumbs pressed against her nipples, hard as pebbles. I pinched them roughly.

She scread, a cry of pleasure twisted into pain:

"Aaaaahhh! Yes... squeeze them..."

I stared into hers. Her pupils trembled, dilated, but her gaze didn’t evade. She wanted to dominate , to break , but fuck... I felt like she was losing herself too. Every ti I thrust my hips up to slam into her harder, her lips parted, her breath hitched.

My gut tightened. I felt like we were eating each other alive, like there was nothing around but our sweaty bodies and that damned slapping of sweaty flesh against flesh. The candles flickered, casting our twisted shadows against the walls of the tent, like two rabid beasts clashing.

I gritted my teeth and gasped, my throat dry:

"Elyra... I’m going... I’m going to co..."

She lowered her head, her breath hot against my mouth, her voice ripped with a hoarse moan:

"Not yet... hold on, hero... I want you to make co first..."

Her words, her predatory grin, that fucking raspy laugh... it stung my pride.

No. Not .

I groaned, and in a burst that surprised even , I grabbed Elyra by the waist. Her eyes widened for a split second, just before I yanked her off the bed. Her legs tightened around my hips, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I picked her up, my cock still lodged in her sopping pussy, and pressed her against the tent’s central pillar. The wood shuddered under the impact, creaking as if it might give way. The candlelight cast our distorted shadows, two tangled beasts glued to that stake.

"Kaito...!" she gasped, her lips brushing my ear, her voice trembling with pleasure. Her teeth sank into my skin, a bite that made moan despite myself. "Tear ... tear away..."

I ground my teeth, my breath coming in short gasps, every muscle in my arms screaming from the effort of supporting her. But damn, I loved it. Feeling her firm thighs locked around my waist, her back pressed against the wood, and her pussy greedily swallowing with every thrust.

"You’re going to... bring the tent down..." I growled through clenched teeth.

She laughed, a strangled laugh of pleasure. Her hips rolled of their own accord to swallow deeper. Each ti I pounded into her, the pillar trembled, creaked, as if our bodies could bring down the fra.

"Hhhh... yes... harder!" Her nails scratched the back of my neck, her forehead pressed against mine. Her hot breath whipped my mouth.

My thrusts beca harsher, more violent. The smacking of our bodies echoed through the tent like a war drum. Her juices ran down my cock, trickled onto my balls, and slid down to my thighs. The sticky heat was driving crazy.

I wanted to dominate her, to show her I wasn’t just a half-baked hero. But the harder I hit, the more her wild moans turned my stomach. She arched her back, her face contorted by repeated orgasms, and with each muffled cry against my neck, I felt like I was losing control.

— "Fuck, Elyra... you’re driving ... crazy..." I breathed, groaning, my forehead drenched in sweat.

She moaned again, her body writhing against the wood:

— "Keep going... rip off... I want to feel your cock break ...!"

Her moans still echoed in my ear, her bites burning my skin. Pressed against the pillar, she suddenly arched her back, her thighs squeezing so tightly I felt like she wanted to crush . Her cry rose, brutal, strangled:

— "Hhhhnnnnn...! KAITO!!!"

Her body shook with a violent spasm, and I felt her pussy convulse around my cock, squirting against in a hot, sticky stream. Her juices dripped onto my balls, splashing my thighs. I held her down again, pounding her rcilessly against the wood until she scread with pleasure, her nails leaving bloody trails down my back.

Then her legs gave way. Her body sagged, sliding down the pillar. I had to hold her back to keep her from collapsing, but she fell heavily onto the mats. Panting, her forehead pressed against the cold stone, her buttocks still raised.

She turned slowly, her gray eyes shining with desire, her silver hair plastered with sweat to her flushed cheeks. With a trembling hand, she spread her buttocks, revealing her still dripping pussy. Her swollen lips throbbed, open, and her juices were already running down the inside of her thighs.

Her voice was broken, barely a breath, but filled with a command that made groan with hunger:

"Co... co fuck , please..."

Fuck. My stomach tightened so hard it hurt. My legs moved of their own accord. I positioned myself behind her, my hands gripping her firm hips. I rubbed my stiff cock against her spread ass, the tip already sliding against her soaked slit.

I thrust forward.

"AAAAAHHH!" Her cry echoed throughout the tent, her fingers gripping the rough carpet, her heavy breasts slapping against the fabric-covered stone.

I grunted like an animal, my balls slapping against her ass with every thrust.

— "Damn... you’re driving crazy..."

She responded with hoarse moans, her face pressed against the floor:

— "Yes... hhhhnnn... there... take ... harder..."

The wet sound of my cock sinking into her mingled with the rapid slapping of our bodies. Her thighs trembled, her shoulders tensed under the violence of my thrusts. I saw her pussy swallow my cock whole, spitting out with each withdrawal a stream of cyprine that splashed our thighs.

I was no longer a hero, or even a man. I was a rutting beast, lost in the sll of sweat, cum, and hot wax. Every gasp from Elyra, every muffled cry against the carpet, pushed deeper into this madness.

I hit, again, again. And with each impact, her heavy breasts swayed, crashing against the floor before bouncing. She moaned, biting the carpet, her clenched fingers desperately searching for a grip.

I felt my stomach explode, my hips tighten like an overstretched rope. And then the release. A hot stream gushed inside her, my moans mingling with her broken cry. I filled her, thrust after thrust, unable to stop, until my balls emptied completely into her pussy, which was still convulsing around my cock.

Elyra collapsed onto the carpets, her body trembling, drained. Her arms no longer supported her, her cheek pressed against the rough fabric, her buttocks still open, dripping with cum that trickled down her thighs. She panted like a dying animal, each breath wheezing, her heavy breasts crushed against the cold stone.

I was still standing, my legs trembling, my cock still stiff, dripping with cum and love juice. I stared at her, panting, my body covered in sweat, and a thought pierced like a knife: this isn’t over.

I half-lifted her, dragged her to the cot. The sheets were already soaked, sticky with sweat and cum, but I didn’t care. I let myself fall backward and pulled her on top of .

She toppled over without resisting, her back to . Her silver hair, matted with sweat, slid down her back. I guided my still-hard cock between her buttocks, the tip seeking her swollen pussy. And when I pushed it in, she suddenly moaned, her head thrown back.

— "Aaaaahhh...!" »

Her hands pressed down on my thighs, and she began to bounce, slowly at first, then faster. Her buttocks pressed against my pelvis with a wet slap, her hips rolling, hypnotizing.

Fuck, the sight. Her back arched, her neck dripping with sweat, her hips twisting to swallow deeper and deeper. I could see nothing but her, her bouncing ass, her pussy sucking in, her breath coming out in hoarse moans.

— "Fuck... the sight of you... it’s too much..." My voice ca out hoarse, strangled.

She half-turned her head, a trembling smile playing on her wet lips. Her gaze nailed .

"Then look at ... and co..." she breathed, panting.

I groaned, unable to look away. My hands gripped her waist, guided her movents to crush her even more violently against . The noise beca deafening: clap, clap, clap, our skin hitting in a wild rhythm.

Her breasts bounced with the violence of the impacts, her silver hair whipped against her back, and her hoarse cries filled the tent. Each descent was a final blow, each ascent torture.

I felt my body give out again, my cock throbbed deep inside her, and I thought: she’s going to kill . She’s going to kill , but I don’t want it to stop.

I didn’t know how much ti had passed. An hour, maybe two. Ti had dissolved between her moans and my gasps, between the slapping of our bodies and the damp sll that pervaded the tent. Every ti I thought it was going to collapse for good, Elyra looked at with that carnivorous smile, panting, and wordlessly ordered to continue.

And , damn it... I kept going.

We ended up on the ground, collapsed on the sodden mats, our shadows twisted in the dying torchlight. My body scread at to stop, my lower back was burning, but her ass was still rolling against my pelvis, her hips searching for the last blow, the last jolt.

I felt her stomach tighten, her thighs tense like a bow. Her cry burst forth, brutal, bestial:

— "KAITO!!!" »

Her pussy tightened around my cock, convulsed, erupted in hot spurts that dripped down our thighs. And I... I broke.

"I’m coming... fuck..." I groaned, my throat tight.

A hot stream gushed from , crashing into her spasms. My cum mingled with her love juice, already flowing down our intertwined legs. Our bodies trembled, shaken by waves that devoured us from the inside out.

Then silence.

Only our breaths, heavy, hoarse. Elyra collapsed on my chest, her hair matted with sweat, her breasts crushed against . I could still feel her stomach heaving against mine, as if her orgasms wouldn’t stop.

I buried my face in her damp locks, my heart pounding.

How many tis? I thought, unable to count. Three? Four? Ten? Each shock had erased the previous one, each spasm had blurred my mory. All that remained was exhaustion and that damned feeling of emptiness filled.

I tightened my arms around her. Not to hold her back. Not to dominate her. Just to keep her there, for a mont longer, in this silence that weighed heavier than all our screams.