Chapter 713: A Small Blessing in a Cruel Vault (End)
It’s everywhere, she thought, a mix of embarrassment and pride warming her cheeks, her body still tingling with the evidence of their intimacy.
The heat in her body was overwhelming, her throat parched from exertion, her skin flushed with the aftermath. "Water," she said, her voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. Rodion, ever observant, rolled forward silently, his marshmallow-like form producing a small glass from a compartment with a soft click. The glass was cool in her hand, the water clear and inviting, a stark contrast to the heat coursing through her. She drank deeply, the liquid soothing her throat, cooling the fire in her chest. As she stood, Mikhailis’s thing slipped out of her, the sensation slick and wonderful, coated in their mingled juices, sending a shiver through her. "Mmh!" she moaned softly, the feeling too good, too intense, even as it left her. The hollowness in her cave was sharp, a reminder of what had just filled her, and she glanced down, her eyes catching on his thing, still glistening, massive, almost as thick as an arm. That... was inside me? she thought, disbelief mingling with awe, her breath catching at its size. It’s so big...
She offered him the glass, her hand trembling slightly, her fingers brushing his as he took it. He drank, his throat working with each gulp, the movement drawing her eyes. Gods, even that’s hot, she thought, captivated by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed, the strength in his neck a quiet testament to his power. Her gaze drifted lower, unable to pull away from his huge thing, still there, undeniable, glistening in the ember’s glow. She tried to move, to stand steady, but her hips and lower body wobbled, her legs giving out from the intensity. She sank to the ground, sitting on the cold stone, her thighs slick and trembling, her body betraying her with every shaky step. My legs... they’re useless, she thought, a mix of exhaustion and lingering desire making her head spin, her core still pulsing with aftershocks.
As Mikhailis shifted to drink again, his thing brushed her cheek, a soft, warm poke that made her breath hitch. Gods, it’s massive, she thought, her eyes widening at its size, so close now, the scent of it—musky, enticing, a heady mix of him and their shared essence—filling her senses. It smells... so good, she thought, her mouth watering, a new hunger stirring in her chest. Without thinking, she opened her mouth, her lips parting as if drawn by instinct. It reacted, growing harder, bigger, and she let it slip inside, the size stretching her jaws, making them ache with the effort. It’s too big, she thought, the sensation overwhelming, but she didn’t stop, driven by a need she couldn’t name. She moved slowly at first, her lips and tongue exploring, tasting the salt and warmth, the faint musk of their mingled juices, a flavor that was both raw and intimate.
"Slrp! Slrp!" The sounds were wet, deliberate, as she moved her mouth, her tongue curling around him, sucking gently, then harder, the ache in her jaws a dull throb she ignored. It’s so much, but I want it, she thought, her body responding, heat pooling low again, her core tightening with renewed desire. "MMH!" she moaned, the sound muffled around him, vibrating through her as she worked, her lips tight, her tongue swirling in a rhythm that matched her heartbeat. The slot’s cold stone seemed to fade, the world shrinking to the heat of him in her mouth, the taste of him, the sheer size that filled her senses. She moved faster, more ferociously, driven by a hunger that felt insatiable, the "Slrp! Slrp!" echoing louder, a chorus of her need. I can’t stop, she thought, her head spinning, her body alive with sensation.
She felt it then—a pulse, a tightening, the huge gush of his seed about to come. It’s coming, she thought, bracing herself, her heart racing with anticipation. The flood hit, warm and thick, filling her throat, the volume catching her off guard. She coughed at first, the sheer force overwhelming, but then she tasted it—the warmth, the essence of him, so good, so delicious. His seed... it’s so nice, so warm, she thought, the pleasure of it washing over her, her body humming with satisfaction. She swallowed every drop, determined not to waste a single bit, her lips tight around him, savoring the warmth as it filled her. Mikhailis’s breath hitched, his eyes dark with arousal, the sight of her pushing him further, his body trembling under her touch. She pulled back, licking her lips, a small smile curling as she looked up at him. "Hehe, I finished them all," she said, her voice playful, a spark of pride in her chest, her cheeks flushed with a mix of triumph and heat.
He didn’t hesitate. With a swift movement, he lifted her, his hands strong and urgent, and she yelped, a surprised "Eep!" escaping as he pulled her close. His lips crashed into hers, the kiss fierce, hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. He’s so cute, she thought, her heart fluttering, the intensity of his kiss making her melt. "Slrp! Slrp!" Their tongues tangled again, curling, sucking, the taste of him now mixed with the faint trace of his seed, a heady blend that made her head spin. I want him again, she thought, the hunger unrelenting, her body already craving more, her core aching for him.
Without warning, his huge thing entered her again, the sensation a searing jolt that filled her completely. "MMMHHHH!!!!!" she cried, the sound muffled by their kiss, her eyes rolling back as he thrust, powerful and relentless, pushing against her walls with a force that felt like it could remake her. "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" The sounds were loud, sharp, echoing in the slot, a relentless chorus joined by the wet "QUELCH! QUELCH!" as their bodies moved together, a rhythm of raw, unbridled need. Gods, it’s so good, she thought, her body arching, the pleasure blinding, a fire that consumed her. Her hips rolled, meeting his thrusts, chasing the heat, the pressure building in her core. "MORE!!!! MMHH!!!!" she gasped, her voice breaking through the kiss, his tongue still sucking at hers, devouring her as they moved.
His hands gripped her waist, lifting her slightly, then pressing her down, each thrust deeper, more intense, filling her completely. "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" The sounds were a relentless symphony, the "QUELCH! QUELCH!" wet and raw, marking their rhythm. He’s so deep, it’s perfect, she thought, her body trembling, the pleasure so great it felt like it could shatter her. Their kiss didn’t stop, their tongues coiling, sucking, a frantic dance that matched the intensity below. "Slrp! MMH!" she moaned, the sounds blending, her body alive with sensation, her mind lost to the fire.
The tidal rush came again, a wave building in her core, unstoppable, inevitable. "I-I’M COMINGGG!!" she shouted, the words breaking free as the climax hit, a blinding release that made her eyes roll back, her body shuddering against him. His seed flooded her, hot and overflowing, filling her for what felt like an eternity, her belly swelling slightly with the warmth, pushing her deeper into her own climax, prolonged and shattering. Heaven, she thought, the pleasure so intense it felt divine, her body pulsing with aftershocks. Droplets hit the ground again, a soft patter, and she felt that same absurd embarrassment—such a waste, she thought, her cheeks burning, but the pride in her chest burned brighter.
They stayed there, her body pressed against his, the kiss softening but not stopping. "Slrp! Slrp!" Their tongues moved slower, curling gently, tasting the aftermath, the warmth of each other. She clung to him, her arms around his neck, needing the closeness, the quiet after the storm. This... it’s everything, she thought, her body humming, satisfied, complete, like a blade sheathed after a long fight. His breath was warm against her lips, his heartbeat a steady echo against her chest.
<Mikhailis, detection event.> Rodion’s voice cut through, urgent but not loud, slicing into the haze of their shared intensity like a blade through fog. Thalatha and Mikhailis froze, their lips still locked, breaths mingling in the slot’s dim air. The urgency in Rodion’s tone tugged at her instincts, but the heat of Mikhailis’s mouth, the lingering taste of him, held her for a moment longer. Not yet, she thought, her body reluctant to let go, the fire in her core still burning. They didn’t stop immediately—instead, they kissed for another five seconds, as if their lives depended on it, a desperate, hungry clash of lips and tongues.