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Story: The WitchSlayer

But it didn’t stop there.Hedidn’t stop there. He continued to move, continued to thrust in a way that made her feel as though she was about to swirl away again.

She felt her core becoming empty as he drew back and then so full when he pushed in that she had to fight for breath against that prodding thickness. He’d stretched her, and her body was so unused to something of his size that she felt everything.

The length of him, the broad head gliding, the girth. She swore she could even feel a thick vein moving back-and-forth through her entrance.

She buried her deeply flushed face against his shoulder. Her lip caught against his skin, and whenever he hit the end of her and she bounced, it separated her lips.

She couldn’t think, she could only feel, and all she knew is she didn’t want him to stop.Feels... Feels so good.

All she could sense was Rurik.

The walls of the cave were gone, the cold air lost to the heat of his body. His large muscles were softer than she remembered them. They felt wonderful against her, around her, pressing in and massaging her body with each inward thrust of his cock.

He smelt so delicious that she wanted to taste him, but she no longer remembered how to do that. She could only pant against his shoulder.

The only noises that came to her were the erotic, slapping sound of his body hitting against hers, the sound of her own cries, and the deep and spine-tingling heavy breaths he gave.

His hands were rough on her, kneading with strength. It just made her tingle. It helped to make that pool of desire deepen at her core that was increasing by the second. Every thrust made her more sensitive, made her mind so numb she could barely wrangle a coherent thought.

The only reason she knew she was about to come again was she could feel her limp body starting to stiffen. Her grip on his hair became tighter, and her arm that had fallen a little started digging her nails in. It was like she had to dig them into to keep a hold of him.

Her body didn’t bow this time when she felt herself slip into that place of suspended rapture. A place of bliss. Of agony. Of a little slice of absolute heaven.

Instead, she wrapped around him, clinging so tightly that when she released a cry of pleasure, it was so intense that if someone was to overhear her, they would have thought it was of torment.

Need had been building inside of Amalia, desire she’d often ignored over her life, steadily birthing inside her since the day she had touched him.

She couldn’t breathe as she released it, feeling her core clench around him. It caused her to swell and made sure his cockhead rubbed and hit against every place she needed him to. Amalia was lost again.

She felt she would spiral away if he let go of her as cry after cry fell from her.

They grew softer as she came back down, becoming more strangled while her body tried to fight her doing it for the air she needed.

She felt the hand on her breast slide to wrap around her ribcage to hold her tightly with his fingers digging in now.

But it was then that she heard the most sublime sound she’d ever heard, because it came from this man, this person. The one who had just taken her to some dazed place of wonder.

He’d been mostly silent before, only deep and heavy breaths coming from him as he pounded inside her.

Now, he released a long-winded, shuddering groan before she felt the unmistakable feeling of heat filling her. It made her heart clench when another rush of heat came as he released burst after burst of his seed inside her quivering channel.

His body was pulled taut, his arms and legs shaking. She could even feel that his head had fallen back, like it had been too heavy in his release to hold forward. He was no longer thrusting, but he was grinding the head of his shaft against her cervix, deep and hard.

She couldn’t help the tiny sounds that came from her while she felt it all. She moved her hands so she was now hugging him, holding onto him.

Amalia needed a moment, needed time to come back to reality when his cock ceased twitching inside her.

Neither one of them moved. Neither one of them spoke.

His breaths washed across her skin, and she could feel his heartbeat hitting hard inside his chest as it resonated to her. She wondered if he could feel hers doing the same.

A quivering breath mixed with a tiny broken moan came from her when he started pulling from her. She could feel that her channel didn’t want to let go. But she felt her body calming when his cock slipped from her, no longer vibrating with the possibility of more.

He didn’t put her down. He turned his head to her instead, and she lifted hers so she could face him.

The half-smug grin he gave her caused something strange to stir in her chest, a tender emotion she didn’t know if she wanted to face. She was too dazed to return his grin, still trying to bring her frazzled mind back to where it belonged inside her skull.

Now that they were both calming, there was something that trickled through her satisfied state. There was something that made her bring her free leg down so she could touch the ground and centre herself back in reality.

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