CHAPTER 341: 341: FIRST ALONE RELEASE!

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He pressed the big, thick, and hard anaconda tip forward, slipping just inside her hot, wet and warm lower lips. She cried out, clutching at the mat beneath them. Then he pulled back... pressed again... pulled away. Over and over, he worked her body, loosening her lower lips, coaxing her to open to him. Open to his big thick anaconda. Each shallow thrust made her wetter, softer, more ready to accept all of him.

By the seventh time, her body trembled on the edge of breaking. With a deep growl, Kai thrust forward with more force, sinking himself /his big anaconda halfway in a single stroke.

Her sharp cry filled the shelter, echoing in the night. "Ah—!" It was half pain, half overwhelming shock.

He stilled, watching her face, waiting until her grip on his shoulders softened into a desperate clutch for more. Then, slowly, he began again.

Each push sank his anaconda deeper than before. Each pull made her whimper with both relief and longing. The warmth of her body wrapped around him, wet and silken, clinging to every inch of his thick anaconda.

Her voice rose with every movement. "Yes... yes, Kai... deeper. Don’t stop."

He leaned down, kissing her lips, her throat, her shoulder, then to her chest, each kiss grounding her even as her body arched in surrender beneath him. With every thrust, he claimed more of her, until she could no longer hold back her screams.

Her cry filled the small shelter, not of pain but of release, as though years of solitude had broken in a single heartbeat. He kissed her lips again to quiet her, but she clung to him fiercely, her nails pressing into his back.

"You feel..." she could barely speak now, her voice breaking in moans. "No one... no one ever..."

He silenced her with another kiss, but her words burned in him. For hours they moved together, not rushing, not sparing, but savoring every moment as if time itself bowed to them. He changed his pace, changed the angle, shifted their embrace — sometimes slow, almost teasing, sometimes deep enough to draw her cries to the edge of breaking. She met him at every change, learning his rhythm as he learned hers.

Kai shifted his weight, drawing her legs higher, until her ankles rested against his shoulders. The new angle made her cry out instantly, her back arching as he pressed deeper than before. She clawed at the mat, trembling, and he slowed only enough to whisper against her ear, "Breathe... feel me."

She did, but the sound that left her throat was more like a scream than a breath. Her body shuddered, helpless under the relentless anaconda penetration and rhythm.

When he finally lowered her legs, he pulled her into his lap, her arms looping around his neck as he seated her on top of him. The shift stole her breath. Now she could ride him, moving with desperate urgency, meeting his every anaconda thrust with her own. Sweat beaded along her spine, her hair clinging to her temples as she threw her head back. Her voice filled the small shelter, no longer controlled, no longer restrained.

He held her waist firmly, guiding her motion, but never letting go of his own control. She clung to him, shaking, and then —suddenly— she broke. Her cry tore through the air as her body convulsed around him, a rush of heat and release spilling over both their skin. She collapsed against his chest, panting, overwhelmed.

When she found the rhythm that braided with her breath, she closed her eyes and let the movement carry her. Heat gathered and brightened. A tremor began in her stomach, ran up through her ribs, reached her throat, and stole her voice. She opened her mouth, but only a thin sound came out, fragile as a reed, beautiful as a violin string drawn by a gentle hand.

He felt the change before she did — the way her body gripped, the way her shoulders tensed, the way her fingers tightened on his body. He held her with his arms folded around her waist and whispered steady words into her hair. She broke, not like glass, but like a storm: sudden, whole, and impossible to ignore. She shook, she clung, she hid her face as if the night itself were watching and she was shy of her own joy.

She was very satisfied. Her ant hole was leaking a lot of thick, sticky, warm, white liquid on Kai’s hard anaconda, to his thighs and his belly. His body was covered with the liquid. It felt like at least half liters. Coming out of her like jet spray.

When the wave passed, she sagged, still trembling from the orgasm. He stroked her back until the tremor softened to little aftershocks. She pulled away just enough to find his eyes again.

Then she collapsed her face against his chest, trembling, breathless. "It is the first time," she admitted between gasps, "that I... before a man... you..." Her words dissolved in another wave of sensation that seized her, pulling a scream from her throat that she buried against his shoulder.

A few seconds later...

Her mouth quivered, halfway to a grin and halfway to tears. "No one —no one— has ever given me an orgasm alone."

He kissed the tip of her nose. "Then let it never be the last. You can always ask me when you need this type of satisfaction."

He rolled with her gently, laying her on her side, gathering her close from behind. One arm wrapped under her, palm spread over her heart, feeling the wild flutter calm beneath his touch. With the other he anchored her hip, steady and warm. He moved with a lazy certainty that said he had learned how she breathed, how her body made decisions, how her voice rose when he slowed and fell when he deepened.

She made small sounds, it was grateful, all honest. "You can continue, Kai. I had an orgasm, not you. You are not done. I want more. Give me more."