Chapter 17: Wait! Isn’t [Infinite Stamina] Working?

Izra’s breath came hot and ragged against my face, her dark eyes wild with a hunger that made my pulse race.

Her hands roamed my back under the coat, the nails digging in just enough to send shivers down my spine.

The room’s air suddenly felt thick and charged with her scent; fragrance and sweat mixing with the faint aroma from the candles.

She pressed her naked body harder against me, her breasts crushing into my chest and nipples, as her own nipples hard points scraping through my shirt.

“God-touched… You smell like you’re ready.” She murmured, her voice muffled and throaty, and her lips brushing my ear.

I swallowed hard, my body responding to her despite the cyclone in my mind.

She was so overwhelming; her bronze skin was flushed, she had now loosened her silver hair from its braid, her tattoos twisting like living art over every curve.

Her thighs overlapped one of mine, grinding slowly, her wetness slippery my pants.

Izra’s hands begun to slid lower, unbuckling the new belt Elara had conjured for me, yanking the pants down with impatient strength.

My cock sprang free, already throbbing so much, and Izra’s eyes locked on it, a kind of manic gleam flashing on it. She promptly dropped to her knees without a word, gripping my thighs to steady me.

Her mouth hovered close, her breath hot on the tip. Then she leaned in, tongue flicking out to trace the underside, gradual and playful at first. A low groan escaped me as she licked up the bar, her saliva smothering me in warm, soaked strokes.

She swallowed me in suddenly; deep and without hesitation. Her lips stretched around me, her throat relaxing to swallow even more.

I squirmed so much, I impulsively clutched her head, my clenching teeth dribbling with drool.

The suction became fast and intense, as her cheeks hollowed while she nodded in and out; the slurping and sucking noises louder with each withdrawal.

Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, lacing down her chin and mixing with the pre-cum she freshly milked from me.

Her tongue swirled relentlessly, pressing against the sensitive underside, flicking my tip with every upstroke.

I gripped her shoulders, my knees were weakening.

Who in the world is this person…?

She was relentless; her head moving faster, her hands pressing my ass in rhythm, wet and sinful sounds filling the room: sloppy glucks and slurps, her throat working around me.

One of her hands cupped my balls, massaging it gently at first, then squeezing just enough to send jolts through me. Her eyes looked up to me as she bobbed, definitely crazed, but then triumphant, as if daring me to hold back.

It was too much. The pressure was building fast as heat coiled tightly. “Izra—I’m—”

She hummed around me, saying something, the vibration pushing me over the edge.

Fuck! Cummin—!

I came hard, my hips bucking as lines of cum bucketed her mouth.

Yet, she didn’t pull away; she swallowed greedily, her throat dipping, but a few drops escaped to trickle down her chin.

When I finished cumming, she released me with a “pop,” grinning up as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“So this is divine seed?” she rasped, voice husky. “And heavens—you’re still hard! You’re truly a gift of the gods.”

Then the System pinged in my vision, words flashing amid the haze.

[Bond Formed: Izra (Violent Passion – Level 1)]

[New Skills Acquired: Berserker Storm (temporarily boost strength and endurance in battle), Spell Sentinel (alerts to any magic cast on you), Terror Aura (intimidate enemies with overwhelming presence).]

Dazed and clouded, I barely registered what it was saying when Izra rose—her hands on my back and legs—lifting me like I weighed less than a plush doll.

She carried me to the massive bed, tossing me onto the soft sheets; like she was a tired student throwing her bag after a long day at school.

The bed sank under my weight, it’s smooth silk cool against my skin.

Izra then climbed on, straddling my waist, her weight pinning me. “Now, shall we begin the entertainment?”

Her hands stripped the rest of my clothes; my coat pulled open, my shirt yanked off, leaving me completely naked beneath her.

She spread her legs wide, positioning herself above my cock, her lips parting to reveal her glistening, pink folds. She lowered… slowly and agonizingly, my tip nudging her entrance.

Then it pierced in.

My eyes widened and I thrashed for a short while.

What is this? This feeling… It’s different from what I formally understood.

The heat was immediate; fervent and wet. She sank inch by inch, her pussy unfolding around me, the inner walls gripping like a warm embrace.

It was kind of weird, though. I mean, it was deliberate and controlled; her vaginal muscles were clenching to me intentionally, pressing so tightly I felt trapped.

And If I did try to pull out, I wouldn’t succeed—she had me completely locked in.

I gasped as she bottomed out, her ass landing on my hips. The sensation so overwhelming; her warmth enveloping me completely, pounding with every of my breath.

Then, obviously, I came.

Wait, just from her fully swallowing me up?!

It hit me without warning, her body snatching as I flooded her with white. Cum spurted deep inside, stuffing her until it overflowed, thick pale streams leaking out around my cock, dripping down my balls and onto the sheets.

She moaned low as she rolled her hips to milk every single drop.

Worse of all? She didn’t stop. Even when I was still a bit sensitive, too.

And wait! isn’t [Infinite Stamina] working?

Normally, even if I came seconds ago, my cock would always still be raring to go again—forever. But now, even if just a little, my cock was exhausted and needed some time-out.

Izra’s undisturbed eyes glazed with madness, her tongue dangling out as saliva dripped from the tip, pooling on my chest.

Scary!

Her hands braced on my shoulders, her nails digging in so much it hurt. She started moving; violent and feral, slamming down with a slapping force that shook the bed frame.

Each plunge was a brutal drop, her pussy crashing against my groin, wet slaps echoing loud.

Her insides squeezed me metrically and intentionally—clenching hard on the upstroke and releasing just enough to slam down again.

It was a torturous ecstasy; her walls massaging, gripping, and pulling me deeper, like a pleasure-pain black hole. Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling between her breasts, her silver hair disheveled and wild from the engagement.

I was long since done. I was nearly just a husk now. She even stopped to check my face occasionally, widening my eyes to see if I was still around.

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