Chapter 152: Continued
Wow, it's so tight. Haruto felt the giant dragon tightly enveloped by the surrounding secret flesh, an intense pleasure rushing straight to his brain, nearly causing the giant dragon to "fall before even beginning its mission."
The sensation was unlike anything he had ever known, a perfect, silken heat that clenched around him, threatening to shatter his control before the true dance had even begun.
Noticing Natsuha slightly furrowing her brows, Haruto asked softly, "Natsuha, are you okay?"
His voice was a low, strained rasp, thick with a concern that battled fiercely with his own raw need.
Hearing Haruto's concerned voice, Natsuha shyly opened her beautiful eyes and whispered in a voice as faint as a mosquito's hum, "Why are you even bigger than before... so big..."
"It feels like you're splitting me in half... you're so deep already..."
After saying this, she shyly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
A fresh wave of intoxicating pressure clenched around him at her whispered words, and he saw the faint blush that spread from her cheeks down to her chest.
Haruto, who had been barely maintaining his composure, was driven wild with desire by Natsuha's alluring charm.
Every shred of his restraint evaporated, burned away by the sight of her submission and the feel of her body accepting him so completely.
He could no longer hold back. Holding the voluptuous beauty's slender waist with both hands, he began to thrust.
The first deliberate, slow withdrawal and subsequent deep, filling plunge drew a sharp, gasping cry from them both.
"Mmm... ah... ah..."
Natsuha clenched her silver teeth, trying to suppress the moans that would make her blush, unaware that this only had the opposite effect, fueling Haruto's desire like adding oil to a fire.
The bitten-back sounds were more erotic than any scream, each stifled gasp a direct challenge to his dominance, begging him to pull the pleasure from her.
The last shred of tenderness was burned away in the raging flames of lust. Haruto, wild with excitement, gripped the voluptuous beauty's slender waist tightly and began thrusting fiercely and rapidly. The room immediately echoed with the sound of rapid banging.
His hips set a punishing, desperate rhythm, the force of his movements jolting her body up the bed with every powerful drive.
"Slap," "slap," "slap"—like rapid drumbeats, they pounded incessantly against the girl's heart.
The wet, skin-on-skin impact was a lewd soundtrack to their coupling, a stark contrast to the soft, tangled sheets beneath them.
"Ah... Haruto... be gentler... ah..."
Natsuha seemed unable to endure the assault, her pleas for mercy escaping from cherry lips biting a strand of her hair.
"It's too much... you're hitting so deep... ah!"
But her body betrayed her heart. Her hands pulled Haruto's body tightly against hers while her waist moved vigorously, meeting Haruto's thrusts again and again.
Her nails dug into the hard muscles of his back, leaving faint red trails, a silent plea for more, for closer, for deeper.
Rising and falling, retreating and advancing, the two moved in perfect sync, completely adapting to each other's rhythm.
They found a primal harmony, a carnal rhythm that was theirs alone, bodies speaking a language of pure, unadulterated need.
Techniques like "nine shallow, one deep" or "three shallow, one deep" became entirely unnecessary. Each time, he withdrew completely before plunging deeply back in.
Every full retreat was a torturous promise, every deep penetration a shocking fulfillment that made her eyes roll back in her head.
Natsuha's full hips swayed and rocked rapidly, as if powered by an electric motor, perfectly matching Haruto's every thrust.
The sight of her generous curves meeting his thrusts, the jiggle of her flesh against his, was a visual feast that drove him to the brink.
"Ah... ah... this is so deep... ah... Haruto... ah..."
Intense pleasure made the voluptuous beauty wild. She no longer suppressed her emotions and began to moan openly.
"Yes! Right there! Don't stop! Fuck me right there, Haruto!"
Watching Natsuha beneath him—her eyes seductive, her face flushed, breathing heavily, hair disheveled, revealing her wantonness, and thrusting wildly—Haruto grew even more excited, thrusting with renewed ferocity.
He was lost in her, in the scent of her sweat and sex, in the symphony of her cries, a beast answering the call of its mate.
"Ah... ah... Haruto... I... can't take it... ah..."
"I'm going to come! I'm coming for you!"
With Natsuha's prolonged scream, a cool liquid surged from the depths of her womb. Simultaneously, Haruto felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and his magic power instinctively surged within him, though he managed to control it in time.
Her inner walls convulsed around him in a series of violent, milking spasms, her entire body seizing up as she cried out his name to the heavens.
After leaving a mark on Haruto's shoulder with her teeth, Natsuha, having reached climax, collapsed weakly onto the bed, panting with her small mouth agape.
She was boneless, spent, a beautiful wreck laid out beneath him, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of her release.
Haruto quietly lay atop her, gently licking her soft, rosy earlobe while listening to her rapid breaths, his mind becoming utterly clear.
In the quiet aftermath, their heavy breathing mingled, and he felt a profound connection that went far beyond the physical.
After an unknown length of time, Natsuha gradually emerged from the lingering ecstasy of her climax. Feeling Haruto's firmness still inside her, her breathing quickened once more.
A fresh, coiling heat began to build again deep within her, a hungry ache that demanded to be fed.
Haruto chuckled inwardly but accelerated the movements of his hands on her chest, teasing her desires.
His thumbs circled her peaked nipples, pinching and rolling them gently, reigniting the fire he knew so well.
Her body, having just experienced an orgasm, was extremely sensitive. Before long, Natsuha's eyes turned crimson again, her gaze seductive and hazy.
Every touch was amplified, sending jolts of electric pleasure straight to her core, making her clench rhythmically around his still-hard length.
She nibbled on Haruto's ear and whispered in a sweet, syrupy voice, "Haruto, let me serve you this time?"
"Let me ride you. I want to feel all of you inside me while I'm on top."
With that, she wrapped her arms around Haruto and flipped over, shifting into a cowgirl position.
The movement made him groan as she took him to the hilt in a new, devastating angle, her weight settling onto him perfectly.
"Oh... Haruto... you're amazing..."
Natsuha began rocking vigorously on top of Haruto without pause, revealing her wild side.
She threw her head back, her pale purple hair flying, a goddess of sin taking her pleasure without shame.
Typically, women tended to be more traditional and shy in bed, and Haruto never forced the girls, so he usually took the lead.
However, the feeling of spiritual and physical union was something no mere physical pleasure could replace.
Watching her take control, seeing the unbridled lust on her face, was a surrender that felt more powerful than any domination.
Perhaps because she was facing Haruto, Natsuha wore a hint of shyness on her face as she braced her hands against his chest, moving up and down with force.
The conflicting expressions of innocent shyness and carnal knowledge on her face was the most potent aphrodisiac he had ever known.
The wet, rhythmic sounds of their joining emanated from below, and with each bounce, her jade-like peaks swayed intensely, creating tantalizing waves in the air.
He was mesmerized by the hypnotic bounce of her full breasts, their movement a lewd pendulum marking the rhythm of their passion.
The long, pale purple hair of the busty beauty cascaded around her, flying through the air with her movements, adding to her wild allure.
Tendrils of hair stuck to her damp skin, and the scent of her, musky and sweet, filled the air around them.
Unable to resist, Haruto reached out and grasped the bouncing twin peaks on Natsuha's chest, while simultaneously thrusting his hips upward to match her rhythm—everything harmonized perfectly.
His hands cupped her flesh, his thumbs finding her hard nipples as he met her downward thrust with an upward surge, creating a perfect, pleasurable friction.
Haruto couldn't help but praise, "Natsuha... you're incredible... more..."
"Your pussy feels so good gripping my cock, Natsuha. Don't you dare stop."
Natsuha blushed and flashed Haruto a charming smile before leaning down to kiss him, her waist twisting even more urgently.
Her kiss was hungry and desperate, her tongue tangling with his as she ground herself against him, seeking that perfect, friction-filled spot inside her.
For a while, the wet, slapping sounds intensified, and the soft bed protested under the strain with loud creaks and thuds.
The world narrowed to this room, to this bed, to the symphony of their bodies joining—the slaps of skin, their ragged breaths, and the bed's frantic complaints.
Gradually, a fine layer of sweat formed on Natsuha's body, and as she tossed her head, droplets of fragrant perspiration scattered in all directions.
She glistened in the dim light, a sheen of effort and ecstasy covering her skin, making her glow with an otherworldly light.
Haruto withdrew his hands from her chest and instead supported her slender waist, lending her his strength.
His grip was firm, taking over the rhythm, driving into her from below with powerful, piston-like thrusts that stole her breath.
"Ah... mm... Haruto... ah... why haven't you come yet???... I... can't take it anymore?..."
"Please, Haruto, I need you to fill me up. I want to feel your hot cum inside me!"
Natsuha was drenched in sweat, gasping for air with her small mouth open.
Her strength was failing, her movements becoming erratic, her body relying on his firm hands to guide her up and down his shaft.
In this cowgirl position, the woman could control the angle, intensity, and depth autonomously, allowing her to experience more intense pleasure.
The drawback was the high physical demand on the woman, and now Natsuha was clearly showing signs of exhaustion, her movements beginning to slow.
She was a beautiful, overworked engine, shuddering and straining, on the verge of her second spectacular breakdown.
"Natsuha, keep going... I'm almost there too..."
He could feel the tight, coiling pressure building at the base of his spine, a familiar and undeniable tide about to break.
Waves of tingling pleasure surged from his lower body, and Haruto knew he was about to release for the second time.
His balls tightened, and every nerve ending focused on the point where their bodies were joined, a blinding pleasure consuming all thought.
He supported Natsuha's slender waist, vigorously moving her delicate body up and down.
He used the last of his leverage to plunge into her deeply, again and again, hitting the very mouth of her womb with each thrust.
Hearing that Haruto was also close, Natsuha ignored her own drenched state and mustered her remaining strength to quicken her pace. Between soft moans, she gasped, "Haruto... I can't hold on much longer either... Shall we finish together...?"
"Come inside me, Haruto. Fill my womb with your seed."
"Okay... Natsuha... just hang in there a little longer..."
His words were a strained promise, a plea for her to hold on just moments longer for the shared ecstasy to come.
The tingling sensation grew increasingly intense. Haruto closed his eyes, moving purely on instinct.
He was a creature of pure sensation, lost in the heat, the wetness, the perfect, clenching tightness of her.
Ah, it's coming. Haruto couldn't suppress a low groan. "Natsuha... I'm coming... giving it all to you..."
"I'm cumming! Take all of my cum, you greedy slut!"
The pent-up essence erupted violently deep within Natsuha's abdomen.
Hot, thick pulses shot deep inside her, each jet a shocking, claiming warmth that triggered her own cataclysm.
Almost simultaneously, Natsuha reached her climax again: "Ah... ah... I'm coming too... ah..."
"Yes! I'm coming with you! It's so deep and hot!"
With her prolonged, melodious moan, her delicate body went limp and collapsed onto Haruto. They held each other tightly, quietly savoring the lingering aftershocks of their climax.
They lay tangled, skin slick with sweat, hearts hammering against each other's chests, joined in the most intimate way possible.
"Haruto, after being like this with you... you won't look down on me, will you?"
Her voice was small, vulnerable, a stark contrast to the bold, screaming vixen she had been moments before.
Natsuha spoke with some concern. After all, it had happened so quickly, and Haruto had always called her a lustful nymphomaniac.
Truth be told, recalling her earlier behavior, even she thought she had been overly wanton.
She feared she had revealed too much of the raw, hungry creature that lived inside her, the part of her that only he could awaken.
"Of course not, Natsuha. This is perfect—but only with me. Men love women who act like noble ladies in public but become absolute sluts in bed. The more debauched, the better! Now lick me clean, then we'll continue."
"A proper lady in the streets and a dirty whore in the sheets for my cock alone. That's the perfect woman. Now clean my dick with your mouth, it's covered in our mess."
As he spoke, Haruto shifted slightly, the giant dragon still buried inside her showing no signs of softening.
He was still rock-hard within her, a testament to his unnatural stamina and the depth of his desire for her.
Natsuha's face showed surprise. She could feel that Haruto's giant dragon indeed remained as hard as before their lovemaking, with no trace of fatigue.
A flicker of awe and renewed hunger passed through her exhausted eyes. How could he be ready again so soon?
"Your stamina is incredible... After two rounds, there's no sign of softening at all. And it's still so big, so thick..."
"It's still so massive... I don't know if I can take it again, but I want to try..."
After a moment's hesitation, Natsuha succumbed to the temptation of the scorching giant dragon. She slowly withdrew it and began cleaning little Haruto with her mouth.
She moved with a weary but willing reverence, lowering her head to the task with a submissive eagerness that made him groan.
She took the giant dragon into her warm mouth, treating the fiery, rigid member like a lollipop as she meticulously licked it clean.
Her tongue was clever and thorough, lapping up every drop of their mixed essence, her warm, wet mouth a tantalizing preview of what was to come.
"Haruto, mmm... yours is so big and hard!"
"I love the taste of us together... and the way your cock feels stretching my mouth."
Natsuha mumbled these words while diligently servicing him with her skilled tongue.
Her words, mumbled around his girth, were the most erotic thing he had ever heard, a promise of complete and utter devotion.
"Haruto, I'd only ever do this with you. Whatever that guy said about me and Yuuta... it's all lies. He's just my neighbor, and we haven't spoken in nearly a year..."
Between loving licks and tender kisses along his shaft, she poured her heart out, needing him to believe her, to know that her debauchery was for him alone.