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The way she squeezed him was so hard and rhythmic that his own control nearly shattered, but he used the last bit of his strong will power he had cultivated while masturbating in his last life to stop it.

He gritted his teeth and rode it out, grinding deep but not thrusting, just letting her orgasm work his cock while he hugged her shaking body and felt every single spasm.

Feeling those spasms, he couldn’t help move and fucked her through the tail end of it with shorter harder strokes until she was left panting and trembling against the moss, pussy still twitching around him.

Only when the worst of the contractions started to ease... when the milking grips turned into softer aftershocks... did he finally relax again, as the last ripples fluttered around his cock.

He stayed buried to the hilt, hips locked tight against her ass, and simply held her.

One arm stayed wrapped hard around her boobs, keeping her back pressed to his chest even while she was still bent over the mossy stone.

The other hand stroked slowly up and down her side, grounding her as the last tremors ran through her strong body.

His cock remained fully seated inside the tight, fluttering heat of her pussy, feeling every small residual pulse as her body came down from the peak.

Veylara was now quiet except for the shaky pulls of air.

The violent shaking had stopped. The confused, overwhelmed sounds had faded into softer, almost stunned breaths.

Though her pussy still twitched around him in weak aftershocks, soft little flutters that made his cock throb in response, but the intense milking spasms had passed.

She felt... hollowed out and overfull at the same time. Her thighs trembled with residual weakness.

Every small shift made her newly sensitive walls flutter around the thick cock that was still stretching her open, and the sensation was so strange she didn’t know whether she wanted to push him out or keep him exactly where he was.

Sol rested his forehead against the back of her shoulder for a moment, lips brushing her damp skin, and when he spoke his voice was lower, rougher, and stripped of the earlier pure lust... more intimate, almost quiet.

”This is what you call an orgasm” he murmured against her neck.

The words brought her back from the intense sensations. She had felt her body seize and break open in a way she had no name for, had felt something tear through her that left her shaking and empty-headed, but hearing him name it, did she finally understood what was happening to her.

A small, unsteady sound left her throat as her fingers flexed against the moss.

Sol felt her shift slightly at the words.

”Can you feel it?” he continued, one hand sliding down between her legs just enough to rest over the place where they were joined, feeling the soft stretched lips and the way her body still fluttered around the thick base of his cock.

”Can you feel your pussy still twitching around me? Those little flutters? That intense rush that just tore through you... the way everything went tight and then broke open?”

She could feel it.

Every soft pulse of her inner walls around him was impossible to ignore.

The lingering euphoria still hummed under her skin, confusing and heavy, mixed with the raw awareness of how completely she was filled.

Her hips gave a tiny, involuntary twitch at his words, which only made her clench weakly around his cock again.

A shaky exhale left her. She didn’t have words for any of it... only the overwhelming fact that her body had done something she had never experienced and still didn’t fully understand.

He hugged her a little tighter, keeping himself buried so she couldn’t escape the sensation or the explanation.

”Yes. That. That’s the magic of sex. No fight, no victory, no power in the world compares to this feeling when it hits right. That euphoria that wipes everything else out for a few seconds. That’s what your body just did for the first time.”

Veylara’s eyes stayed half-lidded, unfocused and her breathing remained uneven. Part of her... the Warchief part... wanted to reject the idea that anything could compare to strength or victory.

The rest of her was still floating in the aftermath, hyper-aware of the euphoria her body was going through.

She swallowed, her throat working to say something, but only managed to produce a rough, quiet sound that wasn’t quite agreement and wasn’t quite denial.

Feeling her staying quiet, his voice stayed low and close to her ear, almost conversational, but thick with the residual heat of what they’d just done and the fact that he was still balls-deep inside her while he explained it.

”You came because of my cock. And it felt good enough that your pussy tried to suck me even deeper while it happened. That’s normal. That’s what it’s supposed to feel like when it’s done right.”

Even though she knew he was right, hearing it said so bluntly made something stubborn flare in her chest. The Warchief in her wanted to retort... wanted to snap that she hadn’t ”come because of his cock,” that her body was simply reacting to unfamiliar stimulation, that he was reading too much into a physical reflex. The words were already forming on her tongue.

But she never got them out. As another aftershock struck without warning. A soft, involuntary clench rippled through her pussy around the thick cock still buried inside her, and a small broken moan slipped past her lips before she could stop it.

Her whole body went soft in his arms for a second, the residual pleasure dragged the strength right out of her limbs.

The retort died in her throat. All that left her was another shaky breath as her inner walls fluttered weakly around him again.

And Sol of course, felt every bit of it.

The way she clenched. The way she melted. The little moan she couldn’t hold back.