Chapter 392: Chapter 392

I kept going—faster, harder, hips snapping forward, cock slamming deep, fingers rubbing her clit without mercy. She screamed loudly, body convulsing violently, pussy clamping down like a vice around me, spasming wildly in rhythmic, powerful contractions. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, ass shaking against me, moans turning raw and desperate as wave after wave crashed through her.

Her whole body seized—back bowing sharply, tits swinging wildly beneath her, mouth open in a broken, sobbing moan as the orgasm tore her apart, pussy pulsing in violent, endless waves, milking my cock with tight, greedy squeezes.

I slowed just enough to ride her through it, grinding deep, letting her feel every inch while her pussy fluttered weakly around me, still leaking, aftershocks making her tremble and whimper.

“Second one,” I whispered, kissing the back of her neck, then sucking lightly on the skin. “You came so fucking hard… pussy squeezing me like that… soaking everything… you’re incredible.”

She laughed breathlessly, still shaking, voice hoarse. “You’re… gonna kill me… keep going…”

“Hey, I didn’t cum yet but you already came twice.” I said. “Not fair.”

“Make me… cum again.” She smiled. “I love it. You’re… so good, Evan. Like a drug.”

I smirked, pulling out slowly, cock slick and shining with her wetness, and flipped her onto her back again—legs spread wide, pussy swollen and dripping, clit red and sensitive. I knelt between her thighs, lined up, and thrust back in—deep, slow this time, grinding against her clit with every roll of my hips. My hands roamed—cupping her tits, thumbs flicking her nipples, then sliding down to grip her waist, pulling her onto me harder.

“God—Evan—your cock… so deep…” she moaned, hands grabbing my arms, nails digging in.

I leaned down, kissing her hard—tongue sliding against hers, swallowing her moans—while one hand pinched her nipple, rolling it between my fingers, the other sliding between us to rub her clit again. She whimpered into my mouth, hips bucking up to meet me, pussy clenching tight around my cock.

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– Critical Success: Nala

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I felt her building once more—moans turning frantic, body tensing, pussy fluttering faster. “Evan—I’m—gonna cum—again… what the…”

Her climax tore through her in a sudden, shattering rush. Her pussy clamped down on my cock in fierce, erratic pulses, walls rippling and squeezing in chaotic waves that felt almost angry in their intensity. She didn’t just gush—she flooded, a hot, forceful rush of wetness exploding out around me, soaking my shaft, my hand, my thighs, and the sheets in a messy, spreading bloom. Her hips jerked upward in short, violent spasms, like her body was trying to throw me off and pull me deeper at the same time. A high, keening wail ripped from her throat—half-moan, half-scream—cracking into breathless little sobs as her back bowed off the bed in a sharp, trembling arc.

Her legs locked around my waist, heels digging painfully into my lower back, thighs quivering so hard I could feel the muscles jumping under her skin. Her hands flew to my arms, nails biting deep, leaving half-moon marks as she clung to me like I was the only thing keeping her from flying apart. Her tits bounced wildly with each shudder, nipples flushed dark and straining, sweat gleaming on the curves. Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes—not slow trickles, but sudden, overwhelmed streams—cutting fresh tracks through the flush on her cheeks. Her mouth hung open, lips trembling, no coherent words left, just raw, animalistic sounds: gasps, whimpers, broken cries that pitched higher every time another wave hit.

I slowed, riding her through it, letting her tremble and gasp until she collapsed back, panting hard, body limp and shaking.

“Three,” I whispered, kissing her forehead, then her lips softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum… pussy squeezing me like that… love it.”

I pulled out slowly, cock slick and shining with her wetness, leaving her pussy gaping slightly, still fluttering from the aftershocks. Nala whimpered at the loss, legs trembling, body limp against the mattress. I grabbed her by the waist, lifted her off the bed in one smooth motion—her arms wrapping around my neck, legs instinctively hooking around my hips—and carried her across the room toward the window.

The frosted glass was still opaque, but the risk lingered in the air, electric. I turned her around so her back faced me, pressed her palms flat against the cool surface, fingers splaying wide. She arched instinctively, ass pushing back toward me, pussy dripping down her thighs.

I lined up and thrust back into her pussy—deep, hard, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke. She gasped, forehead pressing to the glass, tits flattening against it through the thin fabric of her open blouse. I started fucking her—slow at first, hips rolling, letting her feel every inch dragging along her walls, then faster, deeper, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

I leaned in, kissing the side of her neck, teeth grazing the skin. “I want to fuck your ass tonight,” I murmured against her ear, voice low and rough. “The balcony will be closed off today, right? I’ll fuck you at the same sunbed I took your virginity on. Get ready for it, okay?”

Nala glanced back over her shoulder, eyes hazy and dark, and kissed me—messy, desperate, tongue sliding against mine. “Mmh… of course. My ass is yours. You can ruin it all you want, Evan.”

“I fucking love you.”

“I love you more.” She smirked.

I kept fucking her—harder now, hips snapping forward, cock slamming deep, balls slapping her clit with every plunge. Her pussy clenched tight around me, walls rippling, juices running down my shaft, dripping onto the floor in small patters. My hands roamed—one sliding up to cup her tit, pinching her nipple hard, rolling it between my fingers, the other gripping her hip, pulling her back onto me with every thrust.

“Fuck—Nala—your pussy’s so tight… gripping me like you’re trying to keep me inside forever…” I growled against her ear. “Love how you take me… deep and hard… moaning like that… you’re so fucking hot when you’re desperate.”

She moaned louder, forehead pressed to the glass, breath fogging it. “Evan—yes—fuck me—harder—please—”

I grabbed her under the knees suddenly, lifting her up—her back pressing flush against my chest, legs hooked over my forearms, pussy impaled on my cock. I held her in the air, thighs spread wide, and started thrusting up into her—fast, deep, hips snapping, cock driving into her pussy with brutal force. Her tits bounced wildly against her chest, nipples hard and dark, ass slapping against my pelvis with every upward plunge.

“God—look at you… held up like this, pussy stuffed full… taking my cock so deep…” I rasped, one hand sliding to her clit, rubbing fast circles while I fucked her. “You’re dripping all over me… soaking my thighs… love how your pussy squeezes me when I hit that spot…”

She gritted her teeth, moans turning into high, desperate cries. “Evan—fuck… I’m… I’m… I’m going to fucking… god. Fuck, fuck… EVAN!”

I pounded harder—hips a blur, cock slamming up into her, fingers rubbing her clit relentlessly. She groaned, her body convulsing violently in my arms, pussy spasming wildly around me, gushing hot and wet in thick floods that splattered against the window, running down the glass in messy streaks. Her legs shook in my grip, hips bucking uncontrollably, moans raw and broken, tears of pleasure slipping from her eyes as the orgasm ripped through her, pussy pulsing in endless, violent waves, milking my cock with desperate, tight contractions.

The feeling—her pussy clamping down, gushing, milking me—pushed me over. I groaned loud, hips slamming up one last time, cock pulsing hard as I came inside her—thick ropes flooding her pussy, filling her completely, pleasure exploding through me in waves. I kept thrusting, grinding deep, emptying everything while she shook and sobbed in my arms, pussy still pulsing around me, milking every drop.

I slowed, cock still buried deep, both of us panting hard, bodies slick with sweat and cum. I lowered her gently to the bed, pulling out slowly, cum leaking from her pussy onto the sheets.

She collapsed back, chest heaving, legs trembling. “Fuck… Evan… that was…”

Before she could finish, the door opened.

Minne peeked in, eyes wide. She froze, staring—my half-hard cock swinging, slick with cum and Nala’s wetness, Nala sprawled on the bed, pussy dripping, thighs soaked.

“Um… the breakfast is ready, Master,” she said shyly, cheeks burning red.

I smirked, wiping sweat from my brow. “Thanks, Minne. After breakfast, can you wash this window? Our Nala here decided it was too clean and dirtied it.”

Minne’s eyes flicked to the streaked glass, then back to us. “Of course, Master.”

Nala laughed weakly, covering her face with one hand. “Great… I need to take another shower again.”

I smirked, slapped her ass lightly—making her yelp—and pulled my boxers and pants back on.

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– Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Nala

EXP Gained: +550

Villain Bonus: +10 EXP

Star Rating: 4.6 ★★★★

Reason: –

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– Bliss Multiplier: 672c

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Breakfast. Yeah. I needed it.

I left the room, closing the door behind me, still half-hard, still buzzing. This… was a good distraction but… still, though. Mana and Miko, those two were… fuck. This was horrible.

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Evan Marlowe (Lvl 17)

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Age: 21

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 76 kg

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EXP: [█░░░░░░░░░] 1746/9922

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