CHAPTER 988: CHAPTER 150 - AYANE KITSUNE (6)

"Hnghhh, ahh, ahh, ahhhnghh, ah, ah, ahhh, ah, ahhh...!"

Her moans rolled through the room, ragged and wet, filling every corner like smoke. The slap of my hips against her butt — pan, pan, pan, pan! — kept a brutal, relentless tempo that echoed off the walls and in my ribs. It was a raw, animal percussion that drowned out thought.

Her pussy clenched around me with each stroke, an involuntary, greedy squeeze that made my breath hitch. Letting myself go felt like surrendering to a current and everything else flattened into a single, urgent need. The world narrowed down to heat, motion, shock, and the slick sound of flesh meeting flesh.

"Ahh, ahh, ah, ahh, ahhh... it’s so good, ah, ahhh... it’s so goodddd~...!"

Words tumbled from her throat in ragged bursts. The nine tails at the base of her spine whipped like pendulums, brushing my thighs and wrapping around my calves in soft, possessive coils. They tasted the air and shivered, their movement adding a strange, sensual rhythm of their own. Each tail’s brush left a trace of warmth, a faint tickle that set tiny electricity under my skin.

Her voice and the raw music of it seemed to shake her as she fed off her own sound until her whole body shuddered. My cock drove in and out, slick with her juices that flowed like syrup, leaving wet ribbons down her inner thighs and a dark, glistening trail on the sheets. The sight of that glisten, the scent of sweat and salt and something floral, made my head spin in the nicest way.

She was rabid for it as she was riding the pleasure like it was a cliff she couldn’t stop climbing. Her hips gyrated against mine, grinding and grinding until her breath came in ragged, high gasps. Every movement made her tremble like a thing alive with fever.

"Nghhh, ahhnnghhh, ah, ahhngh, ahh...~"

The room sang with the wet smack of contact. I pushed until my cock disappeared to the base, driving so deep she felt every centimeter as if it pressed on the hollow of her bones. With her eyes screwed shut she drew in shaky breaths, little gasps that hiccuped into moans as my glans stretched and slid along the hot tunnel of her. Each stroke painted hot lines of sensation across her insides, spreading outward until her limbs felt detached.

"Ahhh, it feels good...~ Master Leon’s penis... feels good... nnn, nnn... nnnghhh, hhnghhh~...!"

I accelerated, hips staccato and merciless. The need to own her — to bury myself in her until there was nothing left but the two of us and the noise — rose through me. It was a fierce, stupid hunger that pumped in my veins.

"Ahhhnnn, aah, ah, ahh, ah, aaaah, ah, ah, ah, ahhh, ah, ahhh, ahhhh...~! Aaaaahhhhh~ ahhhh, M-Masterrr... nghhh, ah, ah, ahhhh, ah, ahhh~!"

My hands locked on her waist, thumbs digging into the curve where muscle met softness. I hauled her back on every thrust, angling so the tip of my cock slammed into the back of her, the delicious, bruising press of glans against cervix that sent electric spikes up her spine. Her whole body arched at the impact, cheek squashed against the mattress, hair splayed and her breath breaking.

"Oh, it feels so good...~ Ahhh, ahhh, uhiii...~ S-So deeppppp~...!"

Her face slackened, molten with sensation. She made noises like something feral. They were sharp, low, then high and keening as the pressure built. Remnants of the weight and force of each stroke left her more gasping than steady with her spine rolling with each hit, sensation unspooling from pelvis to skull.

"Ahhhnghh, ahh, ahhh...~ Ahh, ah, ah, ahhhh...!"

Sound and motion braided together until every slap and breath became a chorus. I shifted my hips into tight circles for a moment, torturing the sensitive crown of my glans against the spot that made her stutter and melt. The friction there sent her limbs into spasms and her entire torso hummed with need.

"Aaaaaaaaah!"

She shuddered hard when the tip of me grazed that sweet, dangerous place, a noise tearing out of her like a raw, hungry birdcall.

"Ahhh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaah~!!!"

Her mouth hung open, drool leaking from one corner as she squealed and writhed, nails raking at the sheets. I pulled back into a fierce back-and-forth, the dry, angry slaps of flesh on flesh filling the space between us.

"Hnnnghhh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaah, aaahhhhhhh, hnghhh, aaaah... aaahhhh~!!!"

She tightened, with her pussy deliciously squeezing me with that wet, hot muscle as if trying to trap me, and the sensation of her getting ever closer pushed something hot and possessive into my chest. The power in that moment, to make her cry out, to see the way she surrendered her body to me... was heady and dangerous. I let it roll through me, drank it in like a drug.

A few more brutal strokes and we both teetered on the edge.

Fwup!

My last shove hit deeper than the rest, and for a second white light seemed to flare behind her eyelids. The shock of release rolled through her like thunder.

"Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahnghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!"

She arched so hard her shoulders lifted from the bed, a keening roar tearing out as her body convulsed and spasmed around my shaft. I felt her pussy clamp down in tight, pulsing waves and her muscles rippled, and my cock pulsed as thick, hot semen buried itself inside her.

I slid out and watched one heavy glob of cum slip from her pussy, a sticky ribbon that fell slow and shining onto the sheets. For a beat she lay heaving, chest rising and falling like a trapped animal, eyes glazed and distant.

She turned her head, looking back at me over flushed shoulders, lips parted, expression smudged with bliss and a dark, feral hunger that still glinted in her gaze. There was no respite, no sweet or languid recovery, because without pausing I leaned back in and drove into her from behind once again, relentless, claiming, and utterly fucking her like there was no tomorrow.