SSS Awakening: I Become The Strongest Breeding Knight

Chapter 129: 129. She Keeps Pulling The Beast Out Of Me!**

”Nnh—ROLAND—” Her voice was breaking, shattering into pieces with every thrust, and her head was tossing from side to side.

I can see her hair going wild and her eyes rolling back again, and she was laughing and screaming at the same time, and I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

”You’re—you’re dangerous,” I gasped, and I meant it. ”You look so innocent, and you’re—you’re destroying me, Eveline...!”

”You’re FUCKING destroying me with that face of yours.”

”Then let me,” she whispered, and she reached up with both hands and pulled me down toward her, her arms wrapping around my neck.

Her body pulling mine flush against hers, and she looked up at me with those glassy, half-lidded eyes and said, ”Don’t you dare stop...”

”Don’t you even dare hold back... Give me everything... All of it.”

I didn’t hesitate. And yeah... I couldn’t.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me—a tight, crushing hug, her breasts crushed against my chest, her face pressed against my neck, and her body wrapped around mine.

And I started the mating press, driving my hips into her with a speed and a force that made the bedroll slide against the cave floor, and I was pounding into her, and she was sucking every last drop of pleasure out of me, her walls milking me with each stroke, and she was screaming.

It was a long, sustained, primal scream that tore through the cave and out into the night.

”AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!”

And then she did it. She did the one thing she’d been building toward this entire time.

She hooked her legs around my hips, just locked them there, wrapped them tight, and held me in place like she was never going to let me go.

She looked up at said, ”Her face was flushed, and her eyes were burning, and she said: ”I’m not letting you anywhere.”

And then she came.

She came so hard that her whole body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on me with a force that was almost violent, and then the squirting started.

SQUUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

A torrent, a flood, her juices exploding out of her and onto my cock, onto my thighs, onto the bedroll beneath us, and I could feel it, I could feel the warmth of it, the sheer volume of it, and her scream.

It was something I will never, ever forget. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, the sound of a woman who had been opened up like a flower, who had been filled like never before, and who had been given everything and who was taking it all in.

”AAAAAAAHHHHHH! ROLAND—ROLAND—ROLAND—”

She was shaking. And she was quaking.

She was screaming my name like it was the only word left in the language, and I could feel her orgasm rippling through her body in waves, each wave tighter, each wave stronger, each wave claiming me deeper and deeper, and I was so close.

I could feel the cum building in my balls, building in my cock, building in every cell of my body, and I knew... that I was about to cum again, and this time it was going to be everything—well... not everything if I can do more.

”I’m—I’m going to—”

”Do it,” she gasped, her voice a wreck, her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth gritted. ”Do it... Now!”

And I did.

I came with a force that made me see stars.

I came with a roar that shook the cave.

I came with every last drop, every last pulse, every last ounce of everything I had inside me, and it poured into her like a river breaking through a dam, flooding her womb, filling her completely, and I could feel it.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

I could feel it all going in, and I felt her pussy clamping around me, holding it all, refusing to let a single drop escape, and she was screaming again.

The same scream, the same raw, primal, holy scream, and I could feel her orgasm merging with mine, our climaxes fusing together into one single, unified explosion of pleasure that made the world dissolve into white light and silence.

And then...

And then there was silence.

Just the sound of our breathing.

Just the sound of the cave.

Just the sound of two bodies, connectedconnected and merged, one, and the slow, steady drip of our cum mixing with her juices and pooling on the bedroll beneath us.

I pulled her close. I pulled her so close that there was no space between us, no air, no distance.

I held her in my arms, her head on my chest, her heartbeat drumming against my ribs, and I could feel her tremble... still trembling, still shaking, and still coming down from the highest peak any human being had ever reached.

”Roland...” she whispered, and her voice was so soft, so broken, so tender, and I kissed the top of her head, and I kissed her forehead, and I kissed each of her ears.

I whispered into her hair: ”You’re amazing.”

”You’re the amazing one,” I said. ”You’re the one who made me do all of that...”

”You’re the one who pulled it out of me.”

She laughed while squeezing me tighter, and she whispered, ”I didn’t pull it out of you... I unlocked it.”

”There’s a difference.” She blows on my ears.

That sound... Not a breath, not a whimper.

A low, guttural growl vibrating from deep in my chest, the kind of sound a predator makes when it’s not finished hunting.

My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my teeth.

The afterglow was still there, still warm, still sweet, but something else had taken root in its place.

Something hungry.

Eveline felt it. She always felt it.

She lifted her head from my chest, and those eyes... those big, rabbit-soft eyes were already wide and dark with understanding.

Her ears were standing straight up, twitching, reading the shift in my breathing. She could smell it on me.

She could feel the heat rolling off my skin.

”You’re not done,” she said.

Her voice was still wrecked from everything that came before, but there was something new in it.

Something knowing.

”I’m not—” I started, and then she said it.

”I can feel it... You’re still hard.” She reached down, her small hand closing around my cock, and I let out a sound that was half-groan, half-roar. ”Good... Because I want you to finish me off.”

That was it.

That was the snap.

I reached down and grabbed her under her arms, and she didn’t resist... she helped, pulling her arms around my neck as I hoisted her up like she weighed nothing.

I turned her around, and before she could even get her feet planted, I slammed her down on her back against the bedroll, and the impact sent a shockwave through both of us.

I was already between her legs, already in her, and the sudden, violent re-entry made her scream into the cave ceiling.

”AAAHHHH—!”

”Roland—oh God—”

I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t stop.

My hips were moving before my brain could catch up, before I could think about being gentle, about being careful, about the fact that she’d just come so hard she was still trembling.

But the beast didn’t care about gentleness. The beast wanted more.

’I want more. I need more. I need every single piece of her.’

My hands found her ass... her round, soft, perfect ass and I gripped it, my fingers sinking into the flesh, and I spanked it. Really hard.

The sound echoed off the stone walls, a sharp CRACK that made her gasp and arch her back, and then I spanked her again and again, and each one made her hips buck against me, each one making her moan louder.

”Oh—oh fuck—” she was breathless, her hands clawing at the bedroll beneath her, her legs shaking so violently I could feel the tremors through my entire body. ” Roland, Roland—”

I didn’t answer because I couldn’t. My mouth was locked on hers, and our tongues were fighting, wrestling, each one trying to dominate the other.

Her mouth tasted like sweat and pleasure and her... her... that sweetness that was uniquely, impossibly Eveline.

She was trying to be gentle, trying to coax the beast, but I wasn’t cooperating.

I was claiming.

Every thrust was a statement.

Every slap against her skin was a brand.

’Mine. Mine. Mine.’

”Roland,” she breathed against my lips, her voice breaking. ”Roland, slow down—you’re going to—”

”No.”

”You’re going to break me—”

”I’m not going to break you.” I pulled back just enough to look at her, and her face was flushed, her lips swollen and wet, her eyes half-lidded and swimming with tears of pleasure. ”You’re too strong for that...”

”And you know that.”