CHAPTER 736: WHEN THE HEART BEATS DIFFERENTLY (END)

I’m addicted, truly, and I don’t want to stop.

The rhythm grew frantic, their bodies moving in a desperate sync, the "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" louder, more relentless, the "QUELCH! QUELCH!" wetter, a symphony of their shared passion. It’s like a storm, and I’m in the center. Thalatha’s hands scrabbled at his shoulders, nails scraping as she braced herself, her vision blurring as the pleasure pushed her to the edge of consciousness. I’m going to lose it, it’s too good. Mikhailis shifted, lifting her slightly, changing the angle so his thrusts went deeper, poking her sweet places with a force that made her cry out, "MMMHH!!!" He’s deeper now, gods, how is he deeper? Her body shuddered, her thighs shaking as climax after climax crashed through her, each one a blinding wave that left her gasping. I’m coming so fast, I can’t stop it.

His hands slid to her back, pulling her closer, their kiss unbroken, tongues curling, sucking hard, the "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds a relentless duet. His tongue, it’s like he’s devouring me, and I’m giving it all. Her core pulsed with each thrust, her body trembling as the pleasure built higher, a tide with no shore. I want more, I need more. Mikhailis’s thrusts grew more powerful, each one filling her completely, her belly tightening with the warmth of him. He’s so big, so perfect. The tidal rush came, inevitable, overwhelming. "I-I’M COMINGGG!!" she shouted, the words muffled by his kiss, her eyes rolling back as the release hit, a shattering fire that consumed her. It’s heaven, every time.

Mikhailis followed, his seed flooding her, a hot, overflowing rush that filled her completely, her belly swelling visibly with the sheer volume. Gods, it’s so much, I can feel it, see it. The bulge in her stomach was unmistakable now, a testament to the multiple times he’d claimed her, each release more intense than the last. He’s filling me, over and over, and I’m his. Droplets spilled out, coating her thighs, dripping to the stone below, joining the scattered marks of their day, a map of their passion etched into the alcove’s floor. It’s everywhere, our love, our truth.

Her body shuddered, trembling with aftershocks, her chest heaving as she gasped, "This... is too amazing..."

She collapsed onto him, her body spent but humming with satisfaction, her head resting against his chest, his heartbeat a steady echo beneath her. I’m alive, so alive, because of him. His huge thing remained inside her, a comforting weight that made her feel whole, grounded. Sleeping like this, with him filling me, it’s so good. Her thighs were slick, her core pulsing with the memory of him, the warmth of his seed a quiet presence in her belly. I’m addicted, and I’ll never stop. Her thoughts drifted, soft and heavy, to her elven ancestors, the hidden village, the elders’ sharp praise, the weight of duty that had once defined her. They’d judge me, call me reckless, but I don’t care. This is mine, this is us. The slot had stripped away her general’s armor, leaving her raw, hungry, alive in a way she’d never known. He’s my truth now, not their rules.

Mikhailis’s arms wrapped around her, his hands gentle on her back, a tender anchor that kept her close. He’s holding me, like I’m everything. The Brake Choir’s hum settled in their bones, a low lullaby that wove through the alcove, its rhythm a promise of "later." This is what I’ve been craving, what the slot gave me. Thalatha nestled closer, her cheek against his chest, the warmth of him grounding her as sleep tugged at her edges. I could stay here forever, with him inside me. The thought was a quiet triumph, a truth she embraced without shame. Luckily, elves are hard to get pregnant, so he can keep filling me, and I’ll keep wanting it. The alcove held them, its bone walls a cradle for their love, their bodies entwined as the ember’s glow painted their faces in soft light.

But the night wasn’t done with them. As sleep hovered, Thalatha’s body stirred, a new spark igniting in her chest. I’m not ready to let go yet. She lifted her head, meeting his eyes, the hunger still there, mirrored in her own gaze. He feels it too. Without a word, she leaned in, their lips crashing together in a kiss that was fierce, unyielding, the "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds echoing once more as their tongues curled, sucking with a desperation that felt like a vow. I want him again, now. Her hands slid to his shoulders, urging him on, and he responded, his hands gripping her hips, lifting her slightly to adjust their position.

The rhythm reignited, slower this time, a deliberate dance that built with every thrust. "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" The sound of their bodies filled the alcove, softer but no less intense, joined by the wet "QUELCH! QUELCH!" as he moved inside her, his huge thing stretching her, poking her sweet places with a precision that made her moan, "MMH! MORE!" He’s so deep, it’s heaven all over again.

Her thoughts were a haze, lost in the sensation, the fullness that made her feel whole. I’m addicted, and I don’t want to stop. Their kiss didn’t falter, tongues coiling tightly, sucking fiercely, the "Slrp! MMH!" sounds a chorus of their need. His tongue, his thrusts, it’s like he’s rewriting me.

Mikhailis shifted, rolling them gently so she lay beneath him, her back against the stone, his body a warm weight above her. He’s everywhere, claiming me. His thrusts grew deeper, more powerful, each one a searing jolt that sent sparks through her core. "MMMHHHH!!!!!" Her cry was wild, muffled by their kiss, as he filled her completely, her folds spreading wide, her body trembling with each movement. He’s hitting every spot, like he knows me. The rhythm was relentless, the "SLAP! QUELCH!" sounds a symphony of their passion, her core pulsing with each thrust. I’m going to break, and I love it.

Her hands scrabbled at his back, nails scraping as she clung to him, her vision blurring as the pleasure built higher, a tide with no shore. I’m going to lose it again. "I-I’M COMINGGG!!" she shouted, the words muffled by his kiss, her eyes rolling back as the climax hit, a blinding wave that left her shuddering, gasping. Mikhailis followed, his seed flooding her once more, a hot, overflowing rush that filled her completely, her belly swelling further with the warmth. So much, it’s too much, it’s perfect. The bulge in her stomach was more pronounced now, a visible mark of their passion, droplets spilling to the stone, joining the scattered traces of their love. It’s everywhere, our truth, our mess.

They didn’t stop, shifting again, Thalatha on her knees, him behind her, entering her with a force that made her gasp, "MMMHH!!!" He’s deeper, gods, it’s impossible. The "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" and "QUELCH! QUELCH!" sounds echoed, her body trembling as another climax crashed through her, followed by his release, more seed filling her, spilling out to coat her thighs. He’s claiming me, over and over. Her thoughts were a blur, centered on the sensation—his size, his heat, the way he made her feel whole. I’m his, and he’s mine.

As the intensity softened, their kiss resumed, slow and tender, tongues curling gently, the "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds quieter but no less real. This is ours, this moment. Thalatha collapsed onto him, her body spent, her chest heaving as she gasped, "This... is too amazing..." I’ve never felt so alive. His huge thing remained inside her, a comforting weight that grounded her, her core pulsing with the warmth of him. Sleeping like this, with him filling me, it’s everything. Her thoughts drifted again to her elven ancestors, the village, the elders’ sharp words. They’d call this weakness, but it’s my strength. The slot had changed her, peeled away the general’s armor, leaving her raw, hungry, alive. I’m addicted to him, to this, and I’ll never stop.