CHAPTER 149: THE MIDNIGHT BLOOM - 5

Lor nodded once, his hazel eyes blazing with hunger behind the mask.

She dropped to her knees, her full breasts swaying, nipples hard against the silk as it slipped further down her arms.

Her mouth was on him—hot, hungry, obscene—sucking the remaining cum off his cock like she was reclaiming stolen property.

Her throat opened for him, wet and deep, her lips stretching around his shaft, her tongue swirling with precision, no fumbling, no hesitation.

Every suck came with a sharp flick, every swallow bold, her hands gripping his thighs, nails biting skin, gagging herself on his cock like she wanted to erase the last woman from his memory.

Lor groaned, his hands gripping the wall, his cock throbbing painfully in her throat, the wet sounds of her sucking filling the alcove, her glossy lips glistening with spit and pre-cum.

"Fuck," he gasped, his hips bucking slightly, his vision blurring with pleasure.

She moaned, swallowing him deeper, her throat tightening, then pulled off with a wet pop, her lips slick, a string of spit stretching from his cockhead to her chin.

She stood, dragging her crimson dress down fully, stepping out of it, her naked body gorgeous, powerful—full breasts bouncing, nipples rosy and hard, her pussy glistening, swollen, dripping with anticipation, her thighs flexing as she moved.

"You’re going to fuck me," she said, her voice flat with certainty, "and you’re going to make it rough."

She turned, bent forward over the padded bench, and spread herself, her pussy bare and soaked, lips parted, slick dripping down her thighs like molten honey.

Lor stepped forward, his cock rigid, pulsing, lining himself up, and shoved into her in one smooth, hard thrust, his shaft sinking into her tight, wet heat, her pussy clenching around him like a vise.

She screamed, a raw, primal sound, her hands gripping the bench, her full breasts swaying with the force of his thrust.

"More," she gasped, her voice thick with need, her pussy pulsing around him.

Lor pulled out slow, grabbed her hips hard—her flesh soft and plush, perfect to anchor him as he thrust inside her again, his cock buried deep in her soaking pussy.

SLAP

The sharp slap of his pelvis against her ass echoed off the walls, louder than it had any right to be, a primal rhythm cutting through the enchanted hum of the Marble Sanctuary.

"Fuck," she hissed, her back arching, full breasts bouncing wildly as he pulled out halfway, then rammed back in, deep, thick, filling her completely. "That’s it. Ruin me, pretty boy."

He didn’t speak—just fucked her, hard, rhythmic, his cock pistoning into her wet heat, her pussy gripping him like it hadn’t been touched in months, like Toren had never done her right.

Every thrust forced a grunt or gasp from her throat, her arms braced against the padded bench, nails digging into the cushion, her glossy lips parting as drool glistened at the corner, her serpent mask glinting in the flickering mana-light.

Lor’s velvet robe flared open fully behind him, his lean chest glistening with sweat, hips snapping forward with brutal purpose, skin slapping skin, the wet sounds of their fucking blending with her moans.

Her heavy breasts swayed with every slam, nipples hard as diamonds, catching the candlelight, her thighs trembling under the force of his thrusts.

"Gods—fuck—harder—" she gasped, her voice raw, her pussy pulsing around him.

He grabbed her hair, long dark strands curling around his fingers, yanking her head back, exposing her throat as her mouth opened in a sharp moan, drool glistening as he pounded into her from behind, his cock stretching her open, slick with their combined mess.

"Don’t hold back," she gasped, her voice cracking with need. "You think I wear this dress for men who fuck gentle?"

He didn’t, his hazel eyes blazing behind the mask, his cock throbbing as he drove into her, relentless.

His hand slid down, fingers pressing between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit in hard, tight circles, the slick heat of her pussy soaking his hand as he fucked her, each thrust deep and unforgiving, her moans climbing higher, desperate.

She shrieked, one hand clawing back for his wrist, nails biting his skin.

"Fuckfuckfuck—yes—right there—" Her pussy tightened violently around him, spasming with each jerk of her hips as she came, soaking his cock in a gush of slick heat that dripped down her thighs, pooling on the marble floor beneath them, her full breasts bouncing wildly, her body trembling.

But he wasn’t done—not even close.

He kept going, grinding into her, fucking through her orgasm, making her legs tremble as her knees buckled, her pussy clenching around his cock like it was trying to pull him deeper.

She tried to say something, but her words broke into breathless whimpers, her glossy lips quivering.

So he grabbed her waist, lifting her effortlessly, pulling her back against him, standing now—her back pressed to his sweat-slicked chest, her legs spread wide, his cock still buried deep in her pussy, throbbing at the base.

She gasped as he shifted, one arm sliding across her chest, squeezing a heavy breast, fingers pinching her nipple, the other hand still on her clit, rubbing mercilessly, the slick heat making her writhe.

"You—fuck—" she moaned, her voice cracking, her pussy pulsing around him, her full breasts heaving against his arm.

She came again, choking on her moan, her whole body twitching, her pussy milking his cock like it needed his cum, her thighs trembling as she sagged against him.

Lor thrust twice—harder, deeper—then growled low into her neck, his hazel eyes squeezing shut behind the mask as his cock pulsed inside her.

Hot. Thick. Endless.

He came deep, flooding her pussy, his cum filling her so full it leaked out around his shaft in slick, creamy drips down her thighs, glistening in the mana-light.

She whimpered, collapsing forward over the bench again, her lush ass still raised, Lor’s cock twitching inside her as the last pulses of his orgasm wracked him, his hands sliding slowly up her slick sides, feeling the heat of her skin.

They stayed like that, still, breathing heavy, her body trembling, his cock softening but still buried in her warmth.