novelraw Chapter 413; Mature Context R+18
Chapter 413; Mature Context R+18
Her reality shrank to pound-pound-GRIND as pain moltened into pleasure coil, her scales pulsing and throbbing while her glow blinded in rainbow. Her breaths came in hnn-ah-HNN patterns with her clit throbbing under the crush and walls spasming erratic. "Lu... hitting.... gonna...." Her climax detonated with her back bowing impossibly, a SCREAM shattering the air, her glow exploding in AURORA fashion as her walls convulsed in VISC-tight, squirting clear arcs around his cock with blood-rivulets pinking her crack.The trigger pulled as he roared guttural with thrusts stuttering wild, jets ERUPTING raw into her womb in pulse-spurt-overflow of creamy-pink rivulets. He locked and ground through the ripples with his forehead pressing hers, sweat mingling in drips and breaths shared in huffing sync.
Minutes blurred as her legs lowered in tremble, thighs bruised with handprints and core wrecked in puffy-leak of seed-blood drool. Exhaustion hammered her with eyelids drooping like lead and scales snuffing to whisper. "C-can’t move," she mumbled in a thread of voice.
He scooped her tenderly with arms cradling under her knees and back, her head lolling onto his shoulder in trust while wet hair draped and dripped. "Bath to clean my mess," he said. He padded to the en-suite where marble chilled his soles and the glass-shower hissed to life with steam billowing scalding. The spray pounded in scald-rivulets tracing her hickeys with sting-delight as pink-water swirled down the drain in gurgles.
He pinned her to the tiles with her back arching in a gasp at the chill, her legs hooking his waist weakly and ankles crossing at his small-back.
"One last," he murmured while nipping her earlobe with a crunch-cartilage, his cock nudging her puffy folds in an easy schlick of residual. He lifted and impaled her slow in a stretch-tender with overstim-sparkle."Y-yes... slow," she whimpered as her nerves sang and nails gouged his shoulder.
Water sluiced her breasts in bead-nipple rivulets; he rolled languid-deep grinds with her clit trapped and grinding his base while her scales reignited faint in spray-prism. His mouth claimed hers in tongue-fuck-sync below, swallowing her moan with a gulp.
The build crept with trembles hers and groans his in schlick-SCHLICK rhythm. The peak whispered in a sob-cry soft and flutter weak from her while he grunted muffle and spilled gentle warmth. He held her pinned through ripples, then washed with soap-lather circling hickeys tender, fingers gliding silky over scales, and flaking blood in rosy suds-rinse.
He toweled her in plush-cocoon and carried her back to the bed nest.
Shuyin felt the world dissolve into a hazy cocoon of utter exhaustion as Lu Yuze carried her back from the shower, her body limp and heavy in his strong arms.
Every muscle fiber quivered with lingering echoes of overstimulation that sent faint, tingling sparks through her nerves with even the slightest motion. The plush towel wrapped snugly around her form absorbed the last stray droplets from her skin, though she barely registered its softness pressing against her bruised inner thighs or the faint sting of the marks dotting her neck, breasts, and shoulders. Instead, bone-deep fatigue weighed relentlessly on her eyelids, making them droop heavier with each measured step he took across the cool marble floor and into the moonlit bedroom.
Her head lolled completely against his broad shoulder, damp strands of hair clinging to his neck. She inhaled deeply the comforting mingled scents rising from his skin, fresh, crisp soap undercut by their persistent shared musk of sweat and the subtle coppery tang that the thorough shower rinse hadn’t fully banished. Her scales had receded entirely, leaving only a subtle pearlescent sheen on her skin that caught and refracted the first hints of predawn light filtering through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows.
Internally, a potent emotional whirlwind swirled through her consciousness. Every single tear, every searing burn was utterly worth it. He’s mine now, body and soul, everything. The thought intertwined with a sharpening awareness of soreness blooming between her legs, a dull yet insistent throb radiating outward where faint traces of blood and seed continued to leak in a slow, warm trickle despite the cleaning.
Lu Yuze lowered her gently onto the edge of the bed with reverent precision, the massive mattress dipping subtly under her slight weight. He wasted no time turning his attention to the soiled sheets, the vivid pinkish smears from her lost virginity stark against the once-pristine white fabric, mingled with irregular stains that released a faint metallic scent when disturbed. He peeled them back with careful, efficient movements to avoid smearing further, folding the stained linens into a compact, discreet bundle that concealed the evidence completely. Then he tucked the bundle securely into a lower drawer of the nearby nightstand cabinet for private disposal later, ensuring not a trace remained visible.
From an adjacent compartment in the same cabinet, he retrieved a set of fresh, impeccably crisp linens. The cool cotton whispered softly as he unfurled and spread them smoothly over the mattress, his large hands smoothing out every last wrinkle with meticulous care before guiding her to slide beneath the covers. He tucked the edges firmly around her naked form like a protective embrace, creating a cocoon of clean comfort.
His own body echoed with satisfying aftershocks, abs still tight from hours of relentless exertion, her marks pulsing warmly with each steady heartbeat like cherished evidence of their shared passion. But after twelve long years of celibate solitude, a profound tenderness welled up unbidden, his usually impenetrable defenses cracking wider open with every lingering glance at her flushed, thoroughly marked skin. The bruises and marks formed an intimate map of their mutual claiming.
He slid fluidly into bed beside her, drawing her into the solid, reassuring warmth of his chest so her cheek nestled perfectly against the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. One arm banded securely around her slender waist in a possessive yet gentle anchor while his free hand combed patiently through her damp hair, parting the strands to trace the delicate curve of her jawline.