FREE USE in Primitive World

Chapter 312: Chapter 312: Drowning In The Sensory Assault

As the time passed by, Sol didn’t just feel hard, he felt like his very bones had turned into heated iron. Inside her, he could feel the frantic, rhythmic pulsing of her internal muscles…. a bruised, desperate clench that told him she was still hovering on the edge of a sensory collapse.

After some time, Sol pulled back until he was nearly out, the wet, suctioning sound of his withdrawal echoing in the quiet room, the head of his cock still hooked inside her swollen, pulsing labia, as if he were a plug holding back the tide of her nectar and his own cooling seed.

Before she could settle, he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her back, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed. He knelt between her knees, looking down at the beautiful, ruined mess he had made of her.

Her pussy was a dark, beautiful red, swollen and gaping, weeping a thick mixture of her nectar and his previous seed. It looked like a bruised flower, every petal of her labia twitching with the frantic, rhythmic beat of her heart.

But this time, Sol didn’t dive back into the heat. He was greedy for every part of her, every scent and every secret she had carried as the Warchief’s daughter. He dropped his head, burying his face in the hollow of her right armpit.

He breathed in. the scent was intoxicating… the concentrated, feral musk of a female warrior pushed to her absolute physical limit. It was the smell of rain-drenched jungle, the salt of her exertion, and the unique pheromones of a Spirit Warrior.

And of course, he didn’t just smell her, he began to lick, his tongue sweeping across her soft and beautiful armpits.

“Sol… what… gods, why there?” she gasped, her head tossing from side to side.

“Because I want all of you,” Sol growled with a smirk.

He moved to the other side, giving her left armpit the same brutal, worshipping attention. He licked the hollow clean, his tongue dragging over the tender skin until Kira was making raw, guttural sounds

The combination was too much. Kira shrieked, her body twitching under the new, sharp spike of pleasure, uttering raw, gutteral sounds of a woman who had lost her grip on civilization, her mind drowning in the sensory assault Sol was providing.

He moved his mouth down to her breasts. He captured one dark, tensed nipple, sucking deep, his tongue swirling around the tip with a relentless pressure.

At the same time, he reached down with one hand, his fingers finding her clitoris. He didn’t use the gentle touch of a lover, he worked the tiny, hyper-sensitive knot of nerves with a rough, demanding friction that synchronized with the pull of his mouth.

She was wailing, her fingers clawing at the wooden bedframe until the timber groaned. The dual sensation… the sharp, electric sting on her breasts and the heavy, bruising pressure on her clit… was pushing her toward a sensory abyss.

“Sol! Please! I can’t… I’m going to… AAAGHHH!”

She bucked her hips upward, her pussy gaping and weeping for the return of his weight. She was begging for the one thing that could anchor her in the storm, her internal muscles clenching in a frantic, involuntary dance.

…

He didn’t let her finish with just his hands. He wanted to be inside her when she shattered. He rose over her, his eyes voids of dark intent, and his cock a heavy, throbbing rod of iron that was already dripping with his own anticipation.

He didn’t offer a warning. He gripped her thighs, his fingers sinking into the firm muscle to anchor her, and drove home in one fluid, savage motion.

Kira’s head snapped back into the furs, her mouth opening in a silent scream and her eyes rolling into her skull until only the whites showed.

As he moved, the sound was a sickeningly sweet, heavy squelch… the sound of his girth displacing the thick, creamy pool of their combined fluids. She was tighter than she had been all night, her internal muscles already beginning to clench in a frantic, milking dance.

Sol didn’t hold back his strength. He began a desperate sprint, his hips moving in a blur of raw, feral power. He was hitting her g-spot with every plunge, the angle perfect, the force overwhelming.

“Ah–haaa! Sol! You’re… you’re hitting the… aagghh!” Her voice broke into a high, animalistic shriek. Her hands, still claw-like and desperate, flew to his biceps, her nails carving fresh white lines into his skin.

“You want to forget the world, Kira?” Sol growled, his voice a ragged edge. “Then focus only on this. Focus on the way I’m breaking into you. Focus on the fact that I’m the only thing that’s real.”

“I am!” she shrieked, her legs locking around his waist, her heels drumming against the small of his back. “I’m focused! I’m yours! Do it, Sol! Fucking do it!”

Of course, Sol obliged, and continued hammering. Every time his hips slammed against her backside, the impact sent a shockwave through her frame, making her firm, sweat-slicked breasts bounce and sway.

Suddenly, Kira’s body convulsed, her internal muscles turning into a frantic, pulsing trap that clamped down on Sol with a desperate, milking rhythm. And another climax hit her, her back arching so hard her spine threatened to snap, her head thrashing against the white furs as a broken wail ripped from her throat.

The sensation of her clenching around him… her tight, swollen pussy acting like a secondary heart… was the final hammer blow to Sol’s control.

Every calculation, every cold thought of survival, was incinerated in a single, white-hot burst of carnal need. He let out a roar that was entirely animal, a deep, guttural sound that shook his very ribs, and he finally broke.

It was a goddamn flood.

A hot, thick, and endless tide of his seed erupted from him, pumping into the very depths of her heat for the third time that night. He felt his cock throb and pulse with a violent, rhythmic intensity, discharging directly into her womb.

The warmth of his release filled her to the absolute brim, overflowing past the point of their union and slicking their thighs in a hot, creamy mess.

Sol didn’t pull back, he drove deeper, pinning her to the furs with his entire weight as his body shook with the force of the eruption, his mind finally finding its peace in the wreckage of her composure.

He stayed buried inside her, his chest heavy against hers, their hearts beating a frantic, synchronized rhythm that was the only thing standing against the howling wind outside.

For several minutes, the only sound in the room was the ragged, wet struggle for air. Sol lay heavy on her, his chest crushing her firm breasts, his face buried in the sweat-soaked hollow of her shoulder. He could feel her heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic, wild beat that was slowly starting to settle.

Kira’s hands were limp, her fingers still tangled in his hair, her body twitching with the aftershocks of a pleasure so intense it bordered on violence. She was a ruined masterpiece, her skin glowing with sweat and the faint, amber light of the dying embers.

“Sol…” she wheezed, her voice a broken thread of silk. “I can’t… I can’t feel my legs.”

Sol grunted, a low, satisfied sound. He pushed himself up on his forearms, his eyes scanning her face. He looked at her swollen lips, her glassy eyes, and the way her ears were pinned back in a state of total, exhausted surrender.

He looked down to where they were still joined… the sight of his thick, angry cock still buried deep in her red, weeping pussy, surrounded by the white froth of their combined fluids.

The sight didn’t satiate him. It fanned the flames.

He felt his cock throb and swell again, growing even harder while still inside her warmth. The fire in his blood was a relentless. He wasn’t just satisfied, he was greedy. He wanted to explore every possible way he could claim her, every angle he could use to prove she belonged to him.

“Good,” Sol growled, his voice dropping an octave into a dark, coarse whisper. “Because I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot. I’m going to spend the rest of the night making sure there isn’t a single part of you I haven’t tasted.””