FREE USE in Primitive World

They finally collapsed together, both breathing like they’d run through the entire jungle.

Zeyra curled into his chest like a needy, exhausted kitten, pressing soft, tired kisses against his hot sweaty skin, licking the salt from his collarbone and chest like she was addicted to his taste.

Her voice was almost completely gone, reduced to a raspy, broken whisper now.

“I love you… my monster… my everything,” she murmured, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. “I’d die for you. I’d kill for you. Just say the word and I’ll do anything…. anything at all.”

Sol stroked her messy, tangled hair, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead despite how incredibly rough he’d been just minutes earlier.

“Don’t worry, you’re mine now, Zeyra. All of you.”

She hummed a satisfied little purr and nuzzled deeper into his neck, sucking softly on his skin.

They stayed tangled together for a long time on the creaking wooden bed… sweaty, marked up, covered in deep bites, sharp scratches, and a heavy mess of their mixed fluids. The dim room smelled strongly of sex, a thick musk of crushed lotus, sweat, and raw powers that hung heavy in the air.

Zeyra kept her face buried straight into his neck, her tongue occasionally darting out to lick and kiss his skin, tasting the salt and the faint trace of his copper blood like she couldn’t get enough of him.

Eventually, Sol sighed, the reality of the ticking clock outside finally breaking through the heavy afterglow.

“We have a war meeting soon. Veylara is gonna call anytime for a war meeting.”

Zeyra made a soft, angry, protesting sound and hugged him even tighter, her long legs locking around his waist, flatly refusing to let him go just yet.

“Just… five more minutes. Let me feel you inside me a little longer.”

Sol shifted his hips slightly, trying to ease his weight, but he could feel how incredibly sore and swollen she was down there. Her walls were tight, puffy, and aching from the brutal entry, but she still let out a sharp hiss and squeezed her thighs around him, refusing to let him pull out.

“Stay inside me…” she whispered, her voice holding a desperate, needy edge. “I like feeling you right there. I want to stay completely full of you.”

Sol smirked, the dark, lazy look returning to his face. He stayed buried deep, holding her slender frame close against his chest as they both slowly came down from the insane, blinding high of her first time.

But even after all that, Zeyra wasn’t fully satisfied. The crazy, unhinged devotion inside her head didn’t just quiet down; it started to warp into something far more volatile.

A few minutes later, she shifted her weight. Sol felt her hips twitch. She started grinding weakly against him again, her swollen, red-streaked pussy still fluttering and clamping greedily around his half-hard cock.

The sheer friction of her wet, puffy lips sliding against his shaft started to draw the blood straight back to his gut, making his body thrum with renewed heat.

“…Again?” she asked. Her voice sounded shy, almost innocent, but that dangerous, obsessive glint was back in her dark eyes, burning brighter than ever.

“Just one more time? Please? I need to feel you stretching me again. I can’t stop wanting you.”

Sol let out a low chuckle. He liked this raw, frantic hunger. With a smooth roll of his shoulders, he turned them over, letting her slide onto his lap so she was on top.

“You really are fucking insatiable,” he said, resting his hands loosely on her hips, deliberately giving her control.

This time, Zeyra’s obsessive side completely took over.

Zeyra smiled… a tired, dazed, but incredibly hungry expression. She planted both hands on his chest and sat up slowly, looking down at him with wild, hungry eyes.

This time, it wasn’t a frantic sprint; it was slow, heavy, and deeply sensual. She savored every single inch of his thick shaft as she rocked her pelvis on his cock, her wet walls tightly hugging his length as he slid all the way back inside her ruined depths.

But as the heat started to build again, something inside Zeyra’s mind completely snapped.

The slow, submissive rhythm she was using suddenly choked. Her eyes flared with a bright, manic light, and she let out a sharp hiss. The elegant, sexy girl was entirely gone. The pure, unadulterated yandere inside her took the reins.

“Mine,” she whispered fiercely, almost like a vow. “You’re all mine now. No one else will ever touch you. No one else will ever have this cock. I’ll kill them if they try.”

Sol raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. He relaxed back against the pillows, leaning back, completely amused. “Oh? Just yours?”

“Yes,” she hissed, her face twisting into a beautiful, crazed expression of pure obsession.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Ride me however you want, baby.”

Zeyra’s obsessive side fully awakened.

Zeyra didn’t wait for him to move. She grabbed his wrists with her fingers, pinning his hands flat against the bed on either side of his head.

Her grip was surprisingly tight, fueled by the manic rush of her own essence.

Sol could have broken her hold in a fraction of a second with his strength, but he chose to stay perfectly still, letting her have her way, wanting to see just how far her crazy side would go.

Seeing him submit to her grip, a wild, ecstatic laugh ripped out of Zeyra’s mouth. She gradually increased her pace, lifting herself up until only the fat head remained inside her dripping hole, then slamming herself back down hard.

Loud, wet slaps filled the room as her ass met his thighs.

Her soft, full tits bounced heavily in front of his face with every drop.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

She was moving like a creature possessed. Her flexibility allowed her to rise incredibly high before dropping her entire weight down onto his shaft, forcing him so deep inside her that her womb violently spasmed against the head of his cock.

Every time she bottomed out, she ground her clit against him hard, moaning loudly.