The Heart System

Chapter 486: Chapter 486

I began rubbing her cunt, my thumb circling her swollen clit while my fingers slid into her soaking wet heat. Mendy let out a long, broken moan that vibrated through the quiet room.

“You’re so sensitive, Mendy,” I whispered, leaning down so my breath hit the back of her neck. “I haven’t even put it back in yet and you’re already melting.”

“Evan… please… I can’t… I need it,” she sobbed, her hips rocking back into my hand.

I pulled my fingers away, the sound wet and heavy. I took my cock, which was throbbing and slick with her juices, and began to tease her. I rubbed the head against her tight, puckered asshole, the friction making her gasp. Then, I dragged it forward, tracing the seam of her pussy until the head was buried in her folds, only to pull back and go to her rear again. I was playing with her, making her wait until she was whimpering for the release.

I pulled back and delivered a sharp, stinging slap with my dick against her left asscheek, glistening trail of precum that streaked across her skin. Mendy let out a startled yelp that turned into a deep, needy groan.

“That’s right. You belong to me tonight,” I growled.

I lined myself up at her entrance and, with one powerful, singular surge, I buried my cock deep into her pussy.

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– Critical Success: Mendy

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The moment I hit the bottom, something shifted. It wasn’t just a normal entry; it was a perfect, devastating strike. The combination of my leveled-up Luck skill and the raw, unrefined tension in Mendy’s body created a total system overload.

Mendy didn’t just fucking moan; she screamed. Her entire body snapped taut, her back arching so hard I thought she might break. Her eyes rolled back into her head as a massive, violent orgasm tore through her the second I touched her internal walls. She was shaking, her muscles clamping down on my shaft in a series of crushing, rhythmic spasms that nearly made my knees buckle.

“Wow,” I breathed, my own voice shaky as I felt her internal walls milking me. “You came again? As soon as I put it in? I didn’t know you wanted me this much, Mendy.”

“Evan… I… I don’t know what’s going on with me…” she gasped, her voice ragged and barely a whisper. She was sobbing now, her fingers digging into the silk sheets. “But keep fucking me… please… don’t stop… just keep fucking me!”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I established a hard, punishing rhythm, my hips snapping forward with a primal force. I reached up and wound my hand into her hair, pulling her head back so her spine was curved into a deep bow. Every time I drove into her, the sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the room, a heavy, wet thwack that punctuated her high-pitched whistles of pleasure.

“You’re so tight for me,” I barked, my breath hot against her ear. “Is this what you were thinking about while you were sitting at your house? Having me drive you into the mattress like this?”

“Yes! Fuck… yes! I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop thinking about you!” she cried out.

I was hammering into her now, my movements a blur of friction and heat. The sheer overstimulation of the Critical Success had left her nerves raw and exposed. Every thrust was hitting her like a fresh bolt of lightning. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the scent of her arousal filling the air. I shifted my grip, my hands moving from her hair to her waist, anchoring her as I pulled her back to meet every strike.

“You’re taking it so well,” I growled, my muscles coiling as I pushed her even further. “Like you were made for this. Like you were made for me.”

Mendy was incoherent now, her moans turning into a string of desperate pleas. She was riding the edge of another peak, her body vibrating with the effort to stay conscious. I went faster, my thrusts becoming shorter and more violent, pinning her against the edge of the bed. I could feel the internal pressure building, the heat in my own balls reaching a breaking point.

“That’s it, Mendy. Take all of it. Show me how much you want to be filled,” I hissed.

She reached her limit for the third time… or was it four? Hard to tell. Her body went into a final, total lockdown. Her pussy spasmed with a strength that was almost painful, her voice rising to a final, shattered cry as she came so hard she nearly blacked out. She slumped forward onto the bed, her legs shaking so badly they couldn’t support her weight.

I stayed buried inside her, my heart hammering against my ribs, just as the sound of the bedroom door clicking open cut through the silence.

The girls were… fucking hell.

It was a vision of black lace, white silk, and pure temptation. The girls filed in one by one, and every single one of them was wearing a variation of a skimpy, hyper-sexy maid uniform.

Jasmine led the pack in a classic French maid look—a tiny black velvet corset that pushed her breasts up to her chin, paired with a ruffled white apron that barely covered the tops of her thighs. Tessa went for a more rebellious style, her outfit consisting of a sheer mesh bodice and a micro-skirt that was basically just a pleated belt, accented by a white lace choker.

Kim looked radiant and ripe, a form-fitting maid dress that hugged her barely-pregnant belly, the white apron strings tied in a large bow right above her curve. Nala’s dark skin glowed against a deep violet silk maid outfit that was entirely backless, held together by thin silver chains that glittered under the bedroom lights.

Kayla was wearing a two-piece set—a white ruffled bra and a matching thong with a tiny apron attached to the front, highlighting the gym-honed curves of her ass. Minne, the woman of the hour, looked endearingly shy in a traditional long-sleeved maid blouse that was cropped high to show her midriff, paired with a sheer white skirt and white lace garter belts.

Then there was Delilah. She stood near the front, her outfit a sleek, black satin bodysuit with a white frilled collar. She had her hands on her hips, her long, toned legs encased in sheer black stockings that disappeared into the dark hem of her suit.