Chapter 79: The actual meal[R18]
Rose slid off, her body resting beside his hip. Her hand dropped to his spent length. Fingers curled around it.
She began to play. Soft, teasing strokes.
Alex lay in the wreckage, his chest heaving, vision blurry, face flushed red.
That woman... her tongue skill was terrifying, and her water..are too much, it’s literally a fountain!.
He felt the familiar heat of the system’s boost return. The gentle friction of her hand was all it took.
The softness in her touch vanished. Her fingers tightened. She felt the rapid resurrection. The shaft swelled, harder and longer than before.
It snapped upright, almost bumping her nose.
Rose smiled. She licked her lips again.
"Seems like the little teaser still has a lot left! Yummy~"
With a explosive move, she launched herself onto him.
She didn’t fumble. She positioned her slick entrance precisely over the tip. No hesitation.
Then, she dragged herself down. Hard. Fast.
Swallowed the entire root, deeply.
Rose gasped—a short intake of breath.
Her eyes widened. Blank for a flash. A thin line of saliva dripped from her lip.
"It didn’t look that big before... But why does it feel so..." she murmured."Strong once it’s inside.."
The moment of disbelief passed. The elite agent took over.
Rose clenched her thighs. The powerful muscles of her hips seized him.
She began to move.
Up. Down. Pounding.
Each drop was full depth. Each thrust was all muscle.
Her inner walls squeezed and milked him with every rotation. The power made the floor tremble.
Her full breast swing violently upside down as she squat. Slapping alex’s face.
Alex’s head slammed against the tile. His hands clawed at the ceiling. He was trapped. Imprisoned by her riding form.
His breath was reduced to desperate whimpers. He could only feel the punishing friction.
This is the gap, he thought. The physical gap between low-rank and high-rank.
Rose shouted—a guttural, battle-cry sound—as she accelerated. Her muscles fired. She was pressing him into the tile.
Alex could only clench his jaw and ride the storm she created.
Alex’s pride ignited. He refused to be a helpless toy.
His hands shot down, clawing for control. He found the curve of her butt. He squeezed. Pushed up.
He tried to lift her. Tried to toss her, to flip their positions.
Rose laughed.
Her body refused to budge. Her thighs tightened around his waist. Her core locked. She was anchored to him.
Even inverted, Rose could find purchase. Her inner muscles clenched and pulsed. Her wet core sucked him deeper.
Alex’s legs trembled. The milking pressure was too much. His knees buckled, then his back slumped.
Rose seized the opening.
Her hips accelerated. A violent, vibrating rhythm. Like a motor driving a sledgehammer. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
The force slammed Alex back onto the tile floor. Thud.
Before he could react, Rose had pinned him. Her breasts pressed over his shoulders, trapping his arms. His wrists were clipped under her armpits.
His struggles stopped.
Rose leaned down. Her lips found his chest. Her tongue slid out.
Licking. Tracing. Claiming the salt and sweat.
"Little cutie," her voice was low, purring. "Be good, listen to big Sis Rose~"
Her tongue roved over his collarbone, tracing the path toward his neck.
"Don’t make me devour you completely~"
Her hips never stopped. The brutal rhythm pummeled him from below, while her mouth consumed him from above. Alex could only gasp and submit.
Alex refused to break!
His hands, pinned by her flesh, strained. He tugged. Twisted. His muscles burned.
Rose just snickered. A low sound into his ear. She pulled him tighter, Her thighs tightened, delivering a crushing squeeze.
"Still fighting?" she chuckled. "Good boy~"
Rose lifted her body. Before Alex could breathe, her arms slid under his knees and back. She tightened her core and lifted him from the ground.
His eyes widened. He was in the air.
She adjusted his weight, hooking his legs over her hips. His hardness met her heat.
She lowered herself onto him. One motion. One depth.
A gasp broke from her lips. "Ah... there."
She held him there, suspended. Then she began to move his body.
She pushed his torso forward, then pulled it back. A wet, slapping sound filled the air with each movement. His body pistoned into her.
His mind reeled. I’m... thrusting?
"No, this is way too embarrassing for a man.." he gasped. He strained against her grip. His muscles tightened, but her hold was iron.
Rose laughed, a low, throaty sound. Her arms tightened around his ribs.
"Oh, yes, you are," she panted against his ear. Her breath was hot. "My toy does the work. You just feel it."
She increased the pace. The wet sounds grew louder, faster. Slap. Slap. Slap. His skin stuck to hers with a damp heat.
"Just... a tool..." she breathed, her voice ragged. "Fucking myself... on you..."
She drove him into her, again and again. The force of it shook his whole body. He could feel everything—the clench of her muscles, the slick friction, the brutal, rhythmic impact.
His head fell back. A broken groan was torn from his chest. "Stop... please, Rose... I can’t..."
She paused, looking down at his face. His eyes were glazed, his skin slick with sweat.
A smirk touched her lips.
"Begging?" she whispered. "Too late."
She slammed his body down onto her, resuming the pace.
The slapping of skin echoed in the room, a relentless rhythm against his broken pleasure.
Slap, slap, slap.
Alex’s vision whited out, submit his hot liquid again and again, making Rose even more arouse, moving faster.
OH shit.
Perhaps he isn’t strong enough in bed yet.
Getting used as a tool..
I need to be better on bed, for sure!!
Finally, Rose froze. Her entire body shivered. A guttural sound tore from her chest. Her muscles clenched him tight.
Whoosh. Whoosh.
A fresh explosion of hot liquid drenched them. She clung to him, her weight collapsing onto his body.
Alex’s eyes focused on the ceiling. Relief washed over him. It’s over... finally over...
He lay limp, empty.
Rose heaved for air. Thirty seconds of silence.
Then, he felt the shift.
Rose lifted her head. Her body felt light. She rolled off his chest.
She kicked one leg over his waist, straddling him again. She smirked.
His body shrank under her gaze.
Rose grabbed his hips. Tilted him. Guided the soft length to her core.
She sank down. Slowly. Firmly.
Alex’s eyes snapped open. His voice died in a silent scream.
No!
Rose was tight and hot again. No rest.
She began to move. A slow, grinding, deep rhythm.
Alex wailed internally. Despair hit him. She doesn’t need to rest?! The nightmare was starting again.
Three hours later.
The room was a wreck. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and spent energy. Steam coated the mirrors.
On the floor, the shreds of Rose’s dress lay tangled.
Rose lay sprawled across the bench, sated. One arm was over her forehead; the other rested on her stomach. Her skin was flushed and marked.
She turned her head, her gaze sharp with victory.
Alex was curled on the floor in the corner, limp. He was trembling. Each breath was a shallow gasp.
His skin was pale, except for the areas around his chest and pelvis which were flushed. His vision was spotty.
"Little cutie," Rose’s voice was a rasp. "Still want to struggle?"
Alex didn’t reply. He couldn’t.
Rose chuckled and sat up. Her body showed no fatigue.
She bent, retrieving the remains of her dress. She reached inside, pulling out a small, heavy pouch.
Rip.
The pouch tore open. Rose emptied its contents, tossing them onto the floor next to Alex.
It was a pile of vials, dried fruits, and black pills.
"These are for you," Rose said, walking toward the wardrobe.
Alex blinked slowly, trying to focus.
Rose’s voice came from the wardrobe, laced with command:
"Take the black ones now. The fluids—mix them with water. I won’t tolerate a weak main course next time, Alex~"
"Now do you still dare to tease me? Hehe~"
She paused, looking over her shoulder.
"You are mine now. You will always be ready."