CHAPTER 76: PLEASE... [R-18]

"I’ve forgiven you, but I’ll still punish you..." Deus said, his grin wicked, his fingers teasing her erect clit, kneading it with slow, torturous pressure, her pussy yearning for more—his fingers, his dick, anything.

Ivana moaned, gasping, her body trembling, her punishment a delicious torment, her need for his cock overwhelming, her heart racing with desire.

"Please..." she muttered, her voice lustful, desperate, her thighs quaking, her pussy dripping, her moans echoing in the kitchen.

Deus stopped, his craving matching hers, his cock straining against his shorts. He slid one finger into her pussy, the wet heat sucking him in, making her moan louder,

"~Ahn!~" The next second, he added another, stretching her, ramming with pressure, her pussy clenching, sparking jolts through her core.

Ivana’s left hand braced the wall, steadying her wobbly legs, her right hand reaching back, caressing his chest, feeling his divine muscles, then sliding down, tugging his shorts, freeing his hardened cock.

It sprang out, throbbing, hot, and heavy in her hand. She stroked it, her fingers gliding along the shaft, her voice raw,

"Please, I need you inside me..." Her lustful plea echoed, making Deus hornier, his cock twitching, his divine senses buzzing with need.

Deus grabbed Ivana’s big, rounded ass, fondling her oiled cheeks, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, making her moan softly, her body trembling.

He aligned his hard cock with her dripping pussy, the tip brushing her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

With a slow, deliberate push, he dipped inside, their moans blending in unison, a unique wave of pleasure hitting them both. Ivana’s pussy tightened, squirming around his thick shaft, twitching faintly, her juices coating him, sparking jolts through his core.

Ivana came instantly, her pussy spasming hard, squirting love juices in a gush that soaked his cock, dripping onto the tiled floor.

"~Ahn!~ Deus!" she cried, her voice breaking, her face flushed, her tongue lolling, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

The Incubus Soul amplified her pleasure, Deus’s caresses—his hands on her breasts, his lips on her nape—had pushed her to the edge, and his dick was the final shove, sending her over.

Deus grinned, awed by the Incubus Soul’s power, his cock throbbing, untouched by her climax, his own release still far off. No way Ivana could resist the irresistible allure of his divine pleasure, her body craving more despite her orgasm.

Gripping her curvy waist, his hands firm, sending pleasurable shivers down her spine, Deus began moving, his thrusts deep and hard, his cock plunging into her tight, juicy pussy.

"~Mmnnh~ ~Ahn~ D-Deus..." Ivana moaned, her face a mask of ecstasy, her white hair swaying, her tongue sticking out, her eyes rolled back, drool trickling from her glossy lips.

Pa-!

Pa-!!

Pa-!!!

His hips slammed against her ass, the sharp claps echoing, his cock’s head hitting her womb with each brutal thrust, the wet squelch of her pussy filling the kitchen, a lewd symphony of lust.

Ivana couldn’t get enough, the pleasure building, overwhelming, her head spinning, jolts of ecstasy frying her senses.

She came again, her pussy clamping down, squirting more juices, her thighs quaking, her moans louder, "~Aah!~" She swept her white hair back, tucking it to avoid obstruction, the pleasure too intense, her body trembling, her mind lost in bliss.

Deus wasn’t done, grunting, his right hand kneading her nipple, squeezing her perky breast, his thrusts harder, faster, amplifying her pleasure.

Her voluptuous ass slapped his crotch, the sound reverberating, her wet canal sucking his cock, its squishy insides clustering around him, trying to milk him dry, sparking jolts through his core.

Ivana moaned nonstop, the pleasure too much, her white hair shaking with each clap of his crotch against her ass, her body rocking, her pussy twitching, her senses drowning.

Deus’s pleasure surged, his cock throbbing, her tight, sucking pussy pushing him closer to the edge. Finally, unable to hold back, he gripped her ass, holding her in place, and roared, ejaculating a hot, thick load of white jizz deep inside her, creampieing her with divine essence.

The cum filled her womb, warm and creamy, overflowing her tight pussy, seeping out with her juices, dripping onto the floor, a slick, messy pool.

Ivana came again, her pussy spasming, squirting hard, the feeling of his thick, warm milk triggering another climax, her body convulsing, her moans echoing, "~Ahn!~ Deus!"

Normally, she’d fear pregnancy, but now, she craved it, wanting to bear Deus’s child if his essence took root. If it only boosted her Souler rank without impregnating her, she’d accept that too, her devotion to him absolute.

Deus pulled out, his cock slick, glistening, his chest heaving, his glowing eyes locked on her trembling form.

He turned her around, her legs wobbly, and crashed his lips against hers in a hot, deep French kiss, their tongues warring, wet and urgent, sucking and smacking, their breaths heavy, the kitchen air thick with their lust.

Ivana’s legs shook, her joints numb from the drilling, her pussy sore but sated, her body weak.

She embraced him, her cheeks burning red, pressing her perky breasts against his chest, their softness squishing, sparking a low growl from him.

Deus hugged her tighter, his hands roaming her back, feeling her sweat-slicked skin, their bodies melded, her heart racing, her embarrassment mixing with pride.

When they broke the kiss, both gasping, Ivana’s face was flushed, her eyes shy, avoiding his gaze, her emotions in turmoil—lust, joy, shame swirling inside her.

She felt extra embarrassed, her cheeks burning, unsure how to handle the intensity.

Deus, sensing her fluster, helped her slip back into her jean skirt, his hands gentle but teasing, brushing her thighs, making her shiver.

"Tidy the place," he said, his voice low, a playful command, his perverted grin flashing before he left the kitchen, leaving Ivana alone, bashful and trembling, her emotions a mess.

Her pussy still dripped, her body buzzing with his essence, her heart torn between pride at pleasing her god and shame at her wanton surrender, the aroma of the unburnt Shepherd’s Pie a faint reminder of the morning’s chaos.