CHAPTER 1004: CHAPTER 153 - THE RABBIT LIKES TO TEASE (4)

She laughed—soft, low, the sort of little "fufufufu" that dripped mischief—as she settled fully on top of me. The moment her weight landed, I felt it: the raw, physical strength of her legs pressing me into the mattress. She wasn’t just sitting; she was pinning me, anchoring my shoulders with the natural power in her hips and thighs. Looking up, I could see it in her eyes—predatory, amused—like I was a trembling bit of prey she planned to devour.

"You know why Rabbitmen got called the apex predators of mating?" she asked, voice amused and teasing as she lowered her hands to my chest. "Because even the best lover can be cleaned out by a rabbit. Even an inexperienced one can run someone dry. I can tell you’re good. I mean, really good. That’s impressive. But can you keep up with me?"

She’d said at first this wasn’t supposed to be a contest. Her tone and the way she moved made that a lie. This was a fight for dominance, only the weapons were bodies and breath and how fast we could break each other. Honestly? I didn’t mind. If this was a battlefield, it was the most electric, addictive one I’d ever fought on.

Her hands flattened against my sternum, steadying herself, then she lifted and aimed that dripping pussy right at my cock. The sight of her lowering herself was almost obscene in how deliberate it was: slick lips opening, glistening wetness along her folds, and then my shaft swallowed by heat.

"Mmmm...~ Your penis looks big," she said, one hand roaming my length, coating it in her juices with slow, possessive strokes. "I don’t see them often, so I can’t be certain, but just looking at this is overwhelming. That’s probably why you’re so good at sex. Rabbitmen always say the bigger, the better." Her fingers dragged up and down, smearing her slick along my shaft until it shone.

I rolled my eyes at the old superstition—technique beats size—but God, I liked being stroked like that. The praise was a warm burn in my chest, and it lit something hungry under my skin.

She sank down, taking me fully. Her folds parted and clamped at the base of my cock; I felt the pressure settle along my hips as she locked herself around me. Her voice came out between a moan and a laugh.

"Nghhh, so good...~" she breathed, eyes heavy with pleasure. "Nghh, ahh... I can’t get enough of this..." The look she gave me was filthy and eager all at once.

Then she started to move. It was fluid, instinctive: hips rocking, pelvis circling, a rhythm that seemed to come from the bones themselves. She rode me with the kind of natural motion that made the whole body register each delicious friction. Her cunt wrapped and unwrapped my cock like warm velvet, the base of my shaft pinched by her lower lips in a way that made my breath hitch.

"Nhhhg, hhaaa, hnghh, ah, ahhh...!" Her hips swung, chest heaving as she used it for balance, each drop and lift tightening her pussy around me in waves.

"You’re making a face," she teased, the sound bubbling with amusement. "Is it that good?" She used her body like a weapon—pressing, squeezing, angling. I was a man made of tissue and want, and her attacks were melting me.

"Fufufu... Yes, that’s right. Feel my body...~ It’s good, isn’t it?" she coaxed, voice low and sultry. Her wetness made every slide slick and almost effortless, but the grip she kept was merciless; slickness plus tightness equals a kind of torture that electrifies the spine.

She must’ve seen the tension in me because she leaned down and flicked her tongue across my nipple. The brief, teasing lick sent a lightning shiver through my ribs—so sharp I nearly came right there. I clenched and forced myself to hang on.

She didn’t stop. Tongue on nipple, hips on cock, she drove me into a delicious chaos. My hand slipped to her ass, fingers digging into hot, firm flesh, and I started to thrust up to meet her. This was a sex-battle, not a surrender—so I pushed back.

"Nghhh, hnghh, mnchuu... mmnghh, mmm...~" Her moans were thick, messy, and completely honest.

Her cunt tightened around me as if molding to my shape, ridges and rings inside drawing themselves along the length of my cock. The pressure built like a vice up my pelvis—the good kind of pain that made the head buzz and hands shake.

"Nghhh, I’m cumming...~ Nghhh, p-please, cum with me..." she begged, voice wobbling.

I grabbed her harder—thumbs pressing into the soft meat of her ass—and answered by driving upward with everything I had. Her torso rose, hips lifting to meet me as I slammed into her hot hole, riding a rhythm that pushed straight for the cliff.

"Hnghh, ahh, hnaaaa... ahn, ah, ahhh, ah, ah, ahhhnghh, ah, ahhh!!!" She screamed and it sounded like the world narrowed to that single sound.

I let go. I shot my semen upward and into her, filling her to the brim again. The rush was violent and intimate; being buried in that warm, wet place as my cum flooded her was almost a sacrament.

"Hnghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Her scream was animal and pure. She folded in on herself, arms clamping to her chest like she couldn’t hold the feeling inside. Her face contorted into the most complete ahegao I’d ever seen—eyes rolled, pupils lost, cheeks flushed—utter surrender to sensation.

Whatever the moment was, it smashed into her like a wave. She lay there, breath ragged, trembling under the aftershocks—spent and beautiful and completely wrecked.

***

When at last the tremors slowed and the room settled into noisy quiet, Tilde was a gorgeous mess. Her breath came ragged and uneven, limbs loose. My cum had smeared across her body—white streaks catching in the light across her skin, small pools in the hollow of her thighs.

"I guess I’ve won," I said, breathless, feeling the warmth of victory and exhaustion in equal measure.