My All Powerful System

He pushed in.

The stretch was immediate, a burning, exquisite fullness that stole the air from her lungs. Her walls clenched around him, impossibly tight, and his jaw tightened as he sank deeper.

”Fuck,” he breathed. ”You’re tight.”

She felt every inch. The glowing heat of him pulsed inside her, spreading warmth instead of pain through her belly, her thighs, her bones. When he bottomed out, his hips flush against hers, they both stilled.

”Move, I can take it” she whispered.

He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, and then thrust back in. Hard. The bed frame creaked. Her head hit the pillow, and she moaned loud and raw.

”Nghnnn~~ f-fuck”

”Like that?” His voice was strained.

”Yesss~ f-fuck~~ y-yes! So Big! aghnn~~”

He set a rhythm. Deep, punishing strokes that hit places she didn’t know existed. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red lines, and he growled, picking up the pace.

His hand found her throat. Not choking her, just holding. A reminder of who was in control.

”Look at me.”

She met his mismatched eyes, blue and silver, both ringed in gold, glowing faintly like embers. His face was tight with concentration, his teeth bared, his silver hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.

”You’re mine now. Mine to Fuck,” he said.

”Yes.”

”Say it.”

”I’m yours to fuck, Lynx.”

He thrust harder. Deeper and Deeper.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Her second orgasm hit her like a freight train, her back arching, her scream muffled by his mouth as he kissed her through it. She came again, a third time, her body shaking uncontrollably.

”That’s three,” he said against her lips. ”I’m not stopping until you lose count.”

He wasn’t lying.

He flipped her onto her side, lifting her leg over his arm, and drove into her from a new angle.

”Yesss~”

Her fourth came. Then her fifth. He was fucking her brains out. Turning her into a mindless slut.

The next thrust drove deeper than the last, his hips slamming against hers with a force that rattled the bed frame against the wall.

”Agghnn~ Nghnn~”

Her moans came in broken syllables, her nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked her through the aftershocks of her sixth orgasm.

”That’s six,” he said, his voice rough. ”I want ten.”

Her eyes rolled back. ”Lynx~ I can’t~”

”You can.” He pulled out almost completely, then drove back in, the slick heat of her welcoming him. ”You will.”

The golden glow of his cock pulsed inside her, and she felt something shift, not pain, but a spreading warmth that loosened her muscles, softened the ache, left only room for pleasure.

Her body accepted him like it had been made for him.

He set another punishing rhythm. Each stroke hit that spot deep inside her, the one that made her see white, and she came again, her walls clenching around him, her scream muffled by his mouth as he kissed her through it.

”Seven,” he breathed against her lips.

She was trembling, her legs wrapped around his waist, her body slick with sweat. The lamplight caught the sheen on her skin, making her glow almost as much as he did.

He slowed, just slightly, letting her catch her breath.

His thumb found her clit, circling lazily, and she whimpered at the sensation, too much, not enough, everything.

”Please,” she whispered.

”Please what?”

”Please don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

He pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach before she could protest, her ass in the air, her face pressed into the pillow. The new angle made her gasp as he entered her from behind, deeper than before, filling her completely.

”Nghhnnn~ f-fuck~”

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his cock with each thrust. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, wet and rhythmic, punctuated by her breathless cries.

”You like this,” he said. Not a question.

”Yesss~ ohhhn~ yes~”

He leaned forward, his chest against her back, his lips at her ear. ”I can feel how much you like it. You’re dripping.”

She came again, her body shuddering, her voice cracking on his name.

”Ohhhhn~ Lynxx~”

”Eight.”

He didn’t let up. He kept fucking her through it, each thrust prolonging the wave until she thought she would drown. Then he pulled out and turned her onto her back, hooking her legs over his shoulders.

The new angle let him go even deeper almost tearing her womb. His cock hit a place that made her see stars, and she clawed at the sheets, her mouth open in a silent scream.

”That’s it,” he said, his voice strained. ”Take it.”

She came again. she lost count somewhere around the tenth orgasm, when her vision blurred and her body stopped obeying her commands.

He was relentless. His hips never slowed, his hands never gentled. He took her like she was his, like the world outside this room didn’t exist, like there was nothing but the heat between them.

It was as if only his touch was alone to make her cum.

And then...

Her body went limp.

Lynx stopped mid thrust, his breath ragged, his cock still buried inside her. She was unconscious, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, her face slack with exhaustion.

”Eira?”

No response.

He pulled out slowly, the loss of her warmth making him growl. She lay motionless on the sheets, her skin flushed, her hair a tangled mess around her face.

He looked down at his cock. The golden glow pulsed, brighter now, almost alive. He remembered one thing, it had healed Isabel before. It could do it again.

He knelt between her legs and pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, not thrusting, just letting the heat of him rest against her. The glow intensified, spreading from his skin to hers, a warm light that seeped into her flesh.

She stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed but aware.

”Wh-what...”

”You passed out,” he said. ”I brought you back.”

Her gaze dropped to where they were still connected, the faint golden light pulsing between them.

”How...”

”Don’t ask.” He thrust forward, burying himself inside her again. ”Just feel.”

She gasped, her hands finding his chest. The glow spread through her body, revitalizing her, making her feel like she hadn’t just come eight-ten times.

Her hips rose to meet his, matching his rhythm, hungry again.

”More,” she said. ”I want more.”

He flipped them both, pulling her on top of him. Her breasts bounced as she straddled his hips, his cock still inside her, the new angle making her moan.

”Ride me,” he said.

She did.

Her hands pressed against his chest as she moved, her hips rolling in practiced circles, her head thrown back. The golden glow of his skin lit her from below, casting shadows across her throat, her collarbones, the undersides of her breasts.

”Ngh~ L-Lynx~ f-feels so good~”

His hands found her hips, guiding her, letting her set the pace. But when she slowed, he took over, thrusting up into her with sharp, precise movements that made her cry out.

”You wanted to be fucked,” he said. ”So I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

”Yes~ yes~ fuck me~”

She came on top of him, her walls clenching hard, her juices running down his shaft. He kept thrusting, driving her through it, her moans turning to sobs of pleasure.

Then he sat up, wrapping his arms around her, and flipped her onto her back again. This time he drove into her with a desperation that bordered on animal, his teeth bared, his silver hair sticking to his forehead.

”I’m close,” he growled finally.

”Don’t stop~ nghnn~ don’t~”

He didn’t.

His hips slammed into hers, faster, harder, the bed frame groaning beneath them. Her nails raked down his back, drawing blood, and the sting pushed him over the edge.

”Fuck..”

He came with a groan that seemed to tear from his chest, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with a warmth that spread through her entire body.

She came with him, her scream swallowed by his mouth as he kissed her, deep and possessive.

And then her body went limp again.