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She was even wetter than before... his earlier load mixing with fresh slick... and the heat of her was scorching.

He fucked her against the tree with deep, powerful strokes.

Veylara’s arms also wrapped around his neck and her hips rolled to meet every thrust.

The strange energy burning in her core made every sensation sharper, heavier, almost overwhelming.

She kissed him wildly between broken sounds, biting at his lower lip, sucking on his tongue, just like he was doing earlier, completely unlike the stiff, overwhelmed inexperienced woman from earlier.

When he grabbed her other thigh and lifted her completely off the ground, pinning her against the trunk with his cock buried deep, she locked her legs around his waist and took every hard thrust without trying to escape.

And without any surprise she was the first to cum again, the first climax of this new round hit her violently, with much more intensity than before.

Her pussy clamped down in strong milking spasms, a raw cry tearing out of her as she came around his cock.

Fresh wetness gushed around his cock... much more than before, hard enough that it dripped down his balls in thick trickles.

Sol growled and fucked her through it, slamming deep while her walls tried to suck him in.

The intensity of her orgasm and the way she kept kissing him through it almost pushed him over the edge again, but he held back, determined to take her longer this time, after all she was being so enthusiastic, he couldn’t let her look down on him.

So, he didn’t even let her come down.

Still buried inside her, he carried her a few steps to a thicker patch of moss under the willows and dropped to his knees.

He stayed on his knees, kept her straddling him, and started bouncing her on his cock with both hands locked on her ass.

But this time Veylara took over almost immediately. She braced her hands on his shoulders and began riding him herself... hard, deep, rolling her hips with a desperate rhythm that made her full tits bounce and her pussy make continuous wet filthy sounds around his cock.

Sol stared up at her in open surprise and pure heat.

The cold, proud Warchief was fucking herself on his cock like she couldn’t get enough, head tipped back, mouth open, taking every thick inch on her own.

So of course, he met her downward motions with sharp upward thrusts, driving even deeper, and felt her second climax of this round build almost immediately.

When it broke she cried out and her pussy gushed again... hard enough this time that it felt like she was squirting as the spray of her release coated his lower stomach and thighs.

But she still didn’t stop a second to rest, in fact she seems to be getting more and more energetic as she kept riding him through it, shaking and moaning, harder and louder.

Feeling her soft pussy clench so much harder than before, Sol finally lost the fight against his own need.

He locked her down on his cock, hugged her tightly against his chest, and came hard while buried to the balls.

Thick pulses flooded her for the second time that night, mixing with her own release and the earlier load still inside her.

Veylara kissed him wildly through it, hips still grinding, pussy still fluttering and milking every drop like her body had decided it wanted everything he could give.

They barely paused.

The moment his cock finished throbbing she pushed him onto his back on the moss, kept him inside her, and started riding him again with open, aggressive hunger.

Sol let her take the lead for a while.

He lay back on the moss and just watched, hands resting lightly on her hips while she rode him with open, aggressive hunger.

The cold, proud Warchief of the Veynar was bouncing on his cock like she had been waiting her whole life to do it, head tipped back, mouth open, taking every thick inch on her own.

Fresh slick and the earlier loads of his cum made filthy wet sounds every time she dropped down. Sol stared up at her with a mix of heat and genuine disbelief.

She completely surrendered to the fire of lust burning inside her now, he thought.

Then another, more urgent thought followed right behind it.

If I just lie here and let her do all the work, the reputation of men everywhere is going to take a permanent hit.

There was no way he could allow that.

A man had standards. A man had dignity. A man could not simply become a passive cock for a newly awakened Warchief to use as she pleased, no matter how good it felt. The honor of the entire male gender rested on his next move.

So he moved.

Sol sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and rolled them in one smooth motion without ever pulling out. Veylara let out a surprised sound as her back hit the moss and her legs were suddenly hooked high over his shoulders.

Before she could adjust he drove down into her with deep, heavy strokes that forced a raw cry out of her on every thrust. The new angle let him reach even deeper.

He set a fierce pace, hips rolling and slamming, making sure she felt every thick inch while he reclaimed control of the situation.

There, he thought grimly, even as pleasure coiled tight at the base of his spine. Reputation protected.

She came again.

Hard.

Her pussy clamped down in strong milking spasms and a broken cry tore out of her throat. Sol gritted his teeth and fucked her straight through it, refusing to slow down.

The living, sucking grip of her orgasm almost finished him, but the sacred duty of maintaining male dignity gave him the strength to endure.

She had barely started coming down when the next peak hit her.

And again.

Sol kept the deep, punishing rhythm without mercy, determined that no one would ever say the Champion of the Veynar had simply lain back and let a woman do all the work... even if that woman was currently shaking apart around his cock for the third or maybe forth or maybe fifth time in a row and making it extremely difficult to think about anything except how good she felt.

The reputation of men would survive this night.

He would make sure of it.