CHAPTER 1003: CHAPTER 153 - THE RABBIT LIKES TO TEASE (3)

Tilde’s pussy was absurdly wet—slick enough that there was practically no resistance when I slammed and thrust myself forward. The first impact felt like plunging into molten butter: hot, yielding, and instantly swallowing my cock whole. Every inch of my shaft disappeared into that heat with an almost greedy pressure, the way a hand closes around something it doesn’t want to let go of. The initial shock of it—the wet drag, the tight clamp—was a delicious assault across my whole body.

Her face had gone completely slack, the fierce rabbit-warrior expression wiped clean away; what was left was breathless, unfocused, and raw. The fight had melted out of her features and been replaced by the messy, animal thing people turn into when they’re being properly fucked. Her thick, powerful rabbit thighs—designed for spring and grip—wrapped around my hips and locked like iron bands. She leg-locked me with an insistence that made pulling back feel almost impossible; those legs weren’t just muscular, they were a carefully built trap, cinching me into place and forcing every thrust to count.

I kept fucking her, starting slow and then building into harder, more relentless strokes, feeling her entire body clamp down around my cock like a living vice. She was wet enough that my skin slid deliciously with every move, but there was an unyielding tightness underneath—like a velvet glove that won’t give—which meant every forward motion had to push through that resistance. That resistance turned each successful push into a little explosion of sensation; it stung in the best way, lighting up nerves I hadn’t known I had. Her hips met mine, pressing back as if she were trying to keep my shaft exactly where it belonged.

Her mouth hung open, breath coming out in messy gasps. The warrior composure was gone; in its place, a hazy, glazed look had taken over—eyes glossy, cheeks flushed, the first edges of an ahegao forming as she lost herself in the feeling. Her long ears twitched with the rhythm, tiny signals that every deep hit landed. Every twitch, every shiver, made it clearer: she was close—dangerously close.

"Nhghh, ahhngh, ahh, ah, ahh, ah, ah, ahhh...~ You’re stretching me so deep...~ I love this... I love it...~ Ah, ah, ahhh...!" she moaned, voice ragged and unintentionally pleading. The words came out raw, a mix of prayer and demand that soaked the room with heat.

Her moans were filthy and earnest; she sounded utterly debauched. I kept driving, watching her pussy clamp and squeeze around my shaft, feeling the muscles ripple under my palm until there was nothing left to hold back. The build inside me tightened like a coiling spring.

"Ahhhhhhhhh... Mark me...~ Mark me as yoursss!" she cried out—wanting to be taken, to be claimed, the words practically begging for ownership. Her tone had that desperate, urgent edge that made whatever shame might have existed dissolve entirely.

My restraint snapped. With a guttural sound I surrendered and poured myself into her—deep, hot jets of cum filling her until she was brimming. The sensation of my semen sloshing warm inside her was intimate and possessive in a way that hit both of us.

"Nhgh, ahhhhhhhhhhh...~! S-So hot...! It feels good...~ Ahhh, ahhh...! I-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh...!" she screamed, eyes rolling back until only the whites showed. She convulsed around me, utterly wrecked, the kind of collapse that looks like pleasure claiming every last part of her.

Seeing her like that—completely undone and gloriously debauched—struck something oddly satisfying in me. There’s a raw, animal pleasure in watching someone fall apart under your hands: the way their breathing changes, the slackness in their limbs, the little sounds they can’t control. No wonder mercenaries favored rabbit women in brothels before a dangerous job: their hips, the way their faces went from guarded to open when fucked right, the tight, hot pussies—everything about them made them a dangerously addictive choice.

"More...~" she whispered, a lewd, hungry smile pulling at her mouth even as her chest heaved. She wasn’t finished. If anything, the orgasm had stoked a fiercer hunger; she locked her hips around my cock with renewed ferocity, clenching and shoving back as if to trap me inside her forever.

Even after cumming twice, my cock showed no sign of giving up. The sensitivity only made every friction feel brighter, crisper—like turning up the gain until every note cut through. I still had enough in me to keep going. I reached down, lifted her legs so she folded over at the hips, and drove into her from that angle, pressing my weight down until my shaft slid to the deepest part of her.

"Fuaaaaaaaaaaaahh!" she howled as my penis slammed into that sweet spot, pushing and nudging against her cervix in a way that made both of us gasp. The contact sent a white-hot shock through my body.

"Nghh, ahh, ahhh...~ ahhh, ah, ahhh...!" I slammed harder, holding her ankles with both hands to steady myself while my cock pumped in and out of her pussy with a brutal, rhythmic insistence. The bed creaked, skin slapped, and the room filled with the wet, lewd music of fucking.

Her tongue lolled from her mouth; her eyes rolled back again. Her face had completely melted into something gloriously debauched—lost to the brutality of the sensation. She tightened suddenly, teeth clenched, and I had to grit mine against the squeeze. Her pussy felt like a vice trying to wring everything from me.

"Ah, ahhnghh, ah, ah, ahhhhh, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhh!" Her features were dissolving under the onslaught of pleasure, every line of her face softening into bliss.

My dick began that familiar, furious climb toward another peak—hot, grinding, impossible to stall. The edges sharpened until I could feel the precipice.

After a few more savage strokes—

"Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...! C-Cummingggggggggggggggggggggggggg~!!!" she screamed, and came so hard she squirted, a sudden, powerful spray of love-juices that arced out and splattered while my cock still sat inside her. The force of the orgasm shoved my shaft out of her entrance for a moment, and then she shot again, a second jet that painted the sheets.

"Haaa... nghh, ahhh...~" she panted as her juices spilled free, and some of my cum leaked out too, streaking across her skin in little white lines. She lay there panting, chest heaving, utterly wrecked—dazed and satisfied, yet with a filthy, fucked-out smile still clinging to her lips.

"T-That was really good...~" she breathed, breasts rising and falling with each sharp inhale. "M-Moree...~ I want moree...~"

Even though she was clearly spent, she still wanted another round—her stamina was ridiculous for someone who looked like it might be her first time. It was both exhilarating and a little terrifying. I let out a low laugh.

"Well, why don’t you ride me and do it yourself then?" I said, half-teasing. "You did ask for more, right?"

Her eyes flicked to mine, heat still simmering in the way she looked. With a playful glint, she shoved me down onto the bed and straddled me, settling into position with that same hungry, possessive look—ready to take control and chase whatever high she wanted next.