FREE USE in Primitive World

Chapter 314: Passion With Pillar

He marched her over to one of the massive wooden pillars that held up the Spire’s roof.

The wood was cool and petrified, a sharp contrast to the boiling heat of their bodies. Sol spun her around and pressed her chest against the pillar, forcing her to wrap her arms around the thick trunk for support.

"Hold on," he commanded.

He entered her from behind in one devastating plunge.

Kira let out a shriek that was muffled by the wood. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper than before, his cock hitting her cervix with a dull, heavy thud that sent white-hot sparks behind her eyes. He didn’t wait for her to recover and began a jackhammer pace, his feet planted wide on the floorboards, his hands gripping her waist to anchor her against the pillar.

The sound of his hips slapping against her was like a rhythmic drumbeat of war. Slap. Slap. Slap. The pillar itself seemed to vibrate with the force of his thrusts. Sol was sweating now, the salt stinging his eyes, but he didn’t care. He was a man possessed, a transmigrator who had finally found the one thing in this world that made sense: the raw, unfiltered union of two bodies trying to survive the dark.

"You’re... you’re going to break the pillar," Kira wheezed, her face pressed against the dark wood, her body trembling, due to intense pleasure.

"Let it break," Sol growled, his thrusts becoming even more violent. "Let the whole Spire come down. As long as I’m inside you when it falls."

He reached around her, his fingers finding her clitoris and working it with a rough pressure. Kira’s body was a taut wire, vibrating with the sheer volume of sensation. She was reaching another summit, her internal muscles pulsing in frantic, rhythmic contractions that milked him, dragging him toward his own edge.

But Sol wasn’t ready to end it. He could feel the release building in his gut, a tidal wave of seed and essence, but he shoved it back down with a sheer act of will. He wasn’t finished. He had more to give, more to take. He wanted to push her until her warrior stamina finally cracked, until she was nothing but a heap of twitching, satisfied meat.

...

He pulled out and spun her around, her back hitting the pillar. He didn’t let her settle and grabbed her thighs and hiked them up, pinning them against the wood with his own hips. He entered her again, his hands bracing against the pillar on either side of her head.

This was face-to-face, eye-to-eye. This was the height of intimacy and violence. He wanted to see the wreckage he was causing.

He was staring directly into her stormy blue eyes, watching the pupils blow out until they were just thin rings of sapphire. Sol grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so he could stare into her eyes while he ravaged her.

Kira’s face was a mask of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Her eyes were unfocused, her mouth hanging open, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps. She looked like she was drowning in him, and she was loving every second of the descent.

"You like this, don’t you?" Sol asked, his voice dropping into a dark, coarse register. "You like being used like this. You like being reminded that you’re still alive, even if the world is dying."

"I love... I love the way you... you take it," she managed to choke out, her hands flying to his chest, feeling the hum of his core. "You don’t ask... you just... you just take everything. Do it, Sol. Take more. I’m not... I’m not done."

Sol let out a guttural sound that was half-growl, half-groan. He began to fuck her with a slow, grinding intensity, his cock sliding in and out of her like a piston in an engine.

He moved his mouth to hers, but he didn’t kiss her. He bit her lower lip, hard enough to taste the copper tang of blood, before he began to suck. He was drinking her in, consuming her essence as much as she was consuming his.

Then eventually they exchanged saliva with a desperate, messy urgency, their tongues tangled in a battle for air. He swallowed her cries, drinking the very sound of her pleasure, while his cock worked like a piston inside her, hitting the very bottom of her soul.

The room was a vortex of heat and sound. The wind howled outside, but inside, there was only the wet slapping of skin, the groaning of the Void-Oak, and the ragged, desperate breathing of two people who had found their only sanctuary in the middle of a war zone.

He could feel every ripple of Kira’s internal muscles, every drop of her nectar, every spark of her spirit.

....

He carried her, still joined, to the heavy stone table where the tactical maps usually lay. He swept the remaining scrolls to the floor with a violent shove. He laid her back on the cold, unyielding stone, the contrast between the freezing surface and the boiling heat of their bodies making her whole frame shudder.

He stood between her legs, pushing her knees back until they touched her shoulders, folding her into a tight, vulnerable ball. He entered her again, the new angle allowing him to reach even deeper, his cock sliding through the thick, creamy mess of their combined fluids with a sickeningly sweet squelch.

"You’re a Spirit Warrior, Kira," Sol said, his voice dropping into a dark, coarse register as he began to hammer into her. "Fight me. Don’t just take it. Meet me."

Kira let out a feral snarl. She wrapped her arms around the edges of the stone table, her muscles bulging as she bucked her hips upward to meet every one of his thrusts. She was no longer a victim of the sensation, she was a participant in the war. Every time his pelvic bone slammed against hers, she met the impact with a raw, rhythmic force of her own.