My All Powerful System

He flipped her onto her back before she could protest, his body covering hers. She was warm and soft beneath him, her legs parting automatically.

He kissed down her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. His tongue circled her nipple, and she arched into his mouth, a low moan escaping her lips.

He licked his way down her stomach, his hands gripping her hips, spreading her thighs. She was already wet. Her folds glistened, swollen and ready.

”You’re beautiful here,” he murmured. ”So fucking beautiful.”

He lowered his head and tasted her.

Isabel cried out, her hands fisting in his hair. His tongue found her clit, circled it once, twice, then pressed flat against it, sucking gently. Her hips bucked against his mouth, and he held her down, his hands firm on her thighs.

”Ohgnnn~ Lynx~” His name came out as a moan, broken and desperate.

He didn’t stop. He licked her, sucked her, his tongue moving with a rhythm that made her see stars. Her legs trembled, her breath came in short gasps. He pushed one finger inside her, then two, curling them just right, and she shattered.

”Fuck, yesss~ ahgnnn~ yesss~I’m cuminggg~”

She shattered. Her orgasm washed over her, and he drank it like a man starving. Her juices coated his tongue, and he lapped her up, not letting her come down before he started building her up again.

”One more,” he said against her wetness.

”Give me one more.” He went back to eating her out, curling his tounge and reaching deeper spots in her. While his thumb played with her clit.

”Aghnnnnnnn~”

She came again, this time with a scream.

When he finally pulled back, her face was flushed, her hair spread across the pillow, her chest heaving. She looked so ruined. She looked beautiful.

”Get up here,” she said, her voice hoarse. ”I want you inside me. Now.”

He crawled up her body, his cock pressing against her thigh. She reached down and guided him to her entrance, her eyes locked on his.

”Slow,” she whispered. ”At first. I want to feel every inch of you.”

He pushed inside.

She was tight. Hot. Slick with her own desire.

Her walls clenched around him as he entered her, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.

They both moaned.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Just breathing, feeling their insides. The weight of him inside her. The wet heat of her around him.

”Move,” she said. ”Please.”

How could he refuse her request, he moved. Slow, at first. Rolling his hips in long, deep strokes. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. Her nails dug into his back.

”Harder,” she breathed. ”Fuck me harder.”

He gave her what she wanted. His pace increased, his thrusts growing rougher, deeper.

”Ohgnn~ Oghnn~ Ahggnnn~ Yess~”

The bed creaked beneath them. The headboard knocked against the wall. And through it all, her moans filled the room, desperate and unashamed.

”Aunt Isabel,” he groaned, his face buried in her neck. ”I can’t... you feel so good”

”Again,” she said. ”Come inside me again. I want to feel you.”

He came with a shudder, his release spilling deep inside her, and she came with him, her walls milking him, her body trembling beneath his.

He stayed inside her, both of them breathing hard, sweat slicked and satisfied.

But it wasn’t enough.

He pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and lifted her hips. Her ass was round and perfect in the lamplight. He spread her cheeks and pushed inside her again, this time from behind.

She moaned into the pillow, her fingers gripping the sheets.

”Ngh.. Don’t stop”

The second time was harder. Faster. He grabbed her hips and fucked her like he owned her, like he’d been waiting years for this moment. Her tits swung with each thrust, her moans muffled by the pillow.

”Aghn L-Lynx~ Her voice broke. ”Right there~ don’t stop~”

He didn’t.

She came again, and again. Each orgasm pulled him deeper, tighter, until he came again, spilling into her with a growl that was almost animal.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. His hand found her cunt, still dripping with his cum, and he played with her, his fingers circling her clit.

”Again,” he whispered. ”I want to feel you come on my fingers.”

She came again, with a whimper and shudder, body shaking. Eyes rolled up, tounge sticked out.

They went again and again. He lost count of how many times she came. Her body was a landscape of pleasure, and he mapped every inch of it with his mouth, his hands, his cock.

He fucked her on her back, on her side, bent over the edge of the bed. He ate her out until she begged him to stop. He sucked her nipples until they were sore.

His third orgasm came when she was riding him, her hips moving in a slow, lazy rhythm, her body glistening with sweat. She looked down at him, her hair tangled, her eyes half-lidded, and smiled.

”I love you,” she said. ”I love you so much.”

He came at her words. And she came with him, her body collapsing onto his, her breath hot against his neck.

She had lost count of her own orgasms. Fifteen?... Maybe more. Each one had blurred into the next, a single wave of pleasure that never quite receded.

”Lynx,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, her consciousness fading. ”I’m... I’m so tired.”

He held her close, his hand stroking her hair. ”Sleep, Aunt Isabel. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

She smiled against his chest, her eyes already closing. ”Promise?”

”I promise.”

Her breathing slowed. Her body went limp in his arms. She was out.

Lynx lay there in the dim light, her body warm against his, her scent filling his lungs. The lamp still burned on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the room.

He looked at her sleeping face. Peaceful. Beautiful. Marked by him in ways no one else would ever see.

He had promised he wouldn’t leave again and he wouldn’t leave again. Not without her.

The lamp still burned. Its amber light traced the curve of Isabel’s shoulder, the spill of her blonde hair across the pillow, the slow rise and fall of her breathing.

She was deep under now limp against him, her lips slightly parted, one hand curled loosely against his chest.

Lynx lay still, her scent overwhelming his senses. Her sinful naked body a feast for his eyes. He isn’t done yet, he didn’t want to sleep.

He was starting to remember every sound she made. Every tremor that ran through her body when he touched her just right.

His hand moved before he decided it sliding from her waist up her side, tracing the dip of her spine, the swell of her hip. Her skin was warm and soft. A little damp still from their exertions.

’Fuck, It’s not enough, I still need to fuck. But she’s out and tired. Hey System dude, can’t you heal her. Heal all sores from her body and her fatigue.

[Sure I can do that. 500 APS points. Just place your hand around her and it’s done]

’Thanks man.’ Lynx used his hand and rubbed her body. Tracing every curve. Faint light came out of his hand and entered her body.

Isabel stirred. A soft sound escaped her throat, not quite awake, not quite asleep. Her body shifted against his, pressing closer.

Lynx’s fingers continued their journey, mapping the landscape of her. He was gentle. Deliberate. His touch was a question she didn’t have to answer yet.

Her breath hitched.

”Lynx...?” Her voice was came out, the fatigue leaving her body slowly, her strength and consciousness coming back.

”I’m here,” he murmured.

But his hand didn’t stop. It traced the underside of her breast, feather light, and she shivered.

Her nipple tightened under his touch, and she let out a small, breathy moan.

”Mmm...”

Her eyes fluttered but didn’t open. Her lips curved into a lazy smile.

”You’re not letting me sleep.”

”I know.” He kissed her forehead. ”I can’t help it. You’re too beautiful.”

She made a soft sound half laugh, half moan as his fingers found her nipple and rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger.

Her back arched slightly, pressing into his touch.

”That feels...” She trailed off, her voice dissolving into another moan. Louder and fuller this time.

”Tell me,” he whispered against her hair. ”Tell me how it feels.”

”Goodd~ s-so good.” Her hand found his wrist, not to stop him, but to hold him there.

”Don’t stoppp aghnn~”

He didn’t.

His mouth found her neck, pressing slow, open mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. She tilted her head back, giving him more access, and he took it. He sucked her breast, giving both breast the attention they deserved.

”Aghnn~”

Isabel pressed his head harder against her chest. While moaning softly. Her strength suddenly came back and she’s going to make the most of it.

A/N: Yooo this book got it’s first gift. I’m so fucking happy right now. Shoutout to my first gifter ruffneck1zero. Your support means a lot to me man.