Infinite Classes in the Apocalypse

Chapter 110: Sweet, Sweet Ivy (R18)

With Eve gone, Damon moved back to the soft cushions of his new bed. Not much has changed, at least at first thought, because as he recalled the sweet taste of Ivy’s lips and Eve’s confession to him, perhaps a lot more has changed than he would like to believe.

With his eyes closed and his mind recalling the recent events, he didn’t even realise when he slipped into a quick slumber.

It was only when he felt a sudden chill breeze from the side that he jolted awake and realised a night had fallen over the citadel, and as he turned toward the direction of the breeze, he saw his balcony door open.

’Was it open the whole time?’ he wondered as he moved toward it.

At first, he wanted to simply close it, but then he stepped onto it, wanting to take a look outside, and he was happily surprised. The view from the citadel floating above the ruined city was already breathtaking, but from the peak of the tower, it was even better.

And yet, even that view seemed small to what awaited when he turned to the left and saw Ivy standing on her own balcony.

Her gaze was already looking toward him, slightly surprised to see him there but nonetheless she looked happy to see him.

"Damon..." she murmured.

Her soft voice carried easily through the silence of the night.

He lingered for a moment, taking a quick look at her.

She was wearing a black nightgown made of a fabric so thin that the breeze made it cling to her skin so tightly that one could see every detail of her figure.

Ivy shifted slightly, noticing his gaze as if not sure whether to feel happy or nervous.

Her crimson hair danced in the night breeze, a stark contrast to her pale skin, which could be seen as the embodiment of perfection.

"Couldn’t sleep?" he suddenly asked.

"Yes, I mean no..." She hesitated for a moment, the careful composure briefly absent. "Can you come over to my room in five minutes?"

Damon blinked, slightly taken aback by the specific request, but seeing that she was awaiting his answer, he nodded. "Sure."

The moment he replied, the girl turned and left, shutting her balcony door and closing her blinds within seconds.

Although surprised by the request, Damon listened and waited the full five minutes before he left his room and knocked at the girl’s door, which opened surprisingly fast, as if she had already been waiting.

He couldn’t see her at first, only her head was visible from behind the door until she pulled it closed behind her, and Damon saw her wearing something resembling a bathrobe.

His confusion, however, wouldn’t have to last long as the moment the girl slid the bolt close, she turned toward him and dropped her robe, revealing an outfit Damon would’ve never even imagined on her.

She was wearing black lingerie that left very little to the imagination, the kind that existed for exactly one purpose. It framed her pale, flawless figure in a way that made it impossible to look away, the stark contrast of dark fabric against her skin, the knee-high stockings that drew the eye upward, and the fresh layer of red lipstick that perfectly matched her hair and carried a faint, sweet scent that reached him before she even moved closer.

She looked like something out of a dream that had no business existing in a world that had ended.

Damon took a good, long moment to study her entire body before he suddenly spoke without even realising he did so.

"God, you’re beautiful..."

Upon hearing those words, something visibly ignited in Ivy’s red eyes, a long hidden desire and as if a shackle that was holding it back had shattered, she quickly moved toward him before pulling him into a kiss.

Their lips only met for a second before their tongues got involved, swirling in each other’s mouths and enjoying the taste of one another.

Damon’s hands, which instantly found Ivy’s waist as she approached him, now moved down toward her butt as he lifted her into the air, their lips never parting in the process, not even for a second.

He carried her slowly toward the bed, taking his time as he enjoyed the sweetness of her red lips while she enjoyed being handled by the person she desired more than anything.

The second he reached the threshold of the bed, Damon dropped her softly onto the cushion.

Ivy stayed on her back watching him from the bottom as Damon unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor.

Without even realising she was doing it, she bit her lower lip the second she took a glance at his massive tool. Her hand immediately moved toward her thong, which she didn’t even bother taking off as she simply moved it to the side.

This time, Damon didn’t move on top of the bed, he instead grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge as he pushed his tool inside while still standing, catching the girl with a sensual surprise.

"Aaah!~" A loud moan escaped her red lips as he entered. The tip alone was enough to make her tremble from pleasure, but she still had a long way to go to truly become his.

Her long legs moved onto his shoulders as he gripped her thighs and began to find his rhythm.

"Mmmm...!! YES YES YES!~~~" Her sweet cries of pleasure echoed across the massive room as Damon picked up the speed.

It took only two minutes of this before Ivy was already reaching her climax.

Her body shivered from joy as she came, her hands and nails dug into the bedsheets around her while her face had a look of absolute pleasure, her eyes rolling backwards, her cheeks turned pink, and her sweet mouth was open, taking in ragged breaths between her moans.

Feeling her tightness coil around him as she came, Damon picked up the pace, thrusting the whole length of his tool back and forth until he was ready to unleash his mess.

A soft moan escaped Ivy’s red lips as she felt his hot, white mess fill her insides.