My All Powerful System

”Ahhgnn~”

She was vocal, her sounds filling the room, her fingers twisting in his hair, pulling him closer.

”Don’t stop,” she begged. ”Please don’t stop.”

He didn’t, why would he. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she cried out, her thighs trembling around his head. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, and she came apart.

The first orgasm hit her like a wave, her whole body convulsing, her cries muffled against her own fist. First Real Orgasm in a month, her legs shook.

Lynx kept going, lapping at her, drawing it out, until she collapsed forward, her hands braced on the wall above his head.

”Again, I need more of that” she gasped.

He gave it to her again. The women of this world pussy was just so sweet. Not like the way the men or books on Earth described it to be. ’Maybe it’s because I’ve been with only Blessed women.’ He thought, but he knew that it doesn’t matter. Blessed or Not, this world women’s Pussy tasted better than the Honey on Earth.

His fingers worked her, his tongue never leaving her clit, and she came again, harder this time, her body shaking, her moans turning into sobs of pleasure.

She pulled away, trembling, and collapsed beside him, her chest heaving. Her skin was flushed, her hair plastered to her forehead, and she looked utterly wrecked.

She turned her head to look at him, and there was something in her eyes he hadn’t seen since he came here. Something soft. Something vulnerable.

”Lynx,” she whispered, and his name sounded like a prayer on her lips.

He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face. ”I’m here.”

”Don’t leave again.”

”I won’t.”

She kissed him, slow and sweet, tasting herself on his lips. Then she rolled on top of him, straddling his hips, and reached down to guide his cock to her entrance.

She was so wet that he slid in easily, her body opening around him, and they both moaned as he filled her. She was tight, so tight, her walls clenching around his big cock, and he gripped her hips, holding her still.

”Give me a second,” he breathed. ”You feel too good.”

She smiled, leaning down to kiss him. ”I’ve been waiting a month for this. I’m not waiting any longer.”

She began to move, slow at first, rocking her hips, taking him deep. Her head fell back, her eyes closed, and she moaned his name, over and over, like she couldn’t stop herself.

”Lynx! Lynx! Ohhh~ Lynx!.”

He let her take what she needed, his hands on her hips, guiding her rhythm. She was gorgeous like this, lost in pleasure, her body moving with a desperate, hungry grace.

”I’m not going to last, i never last with you inside me,” she admitted, her voice breaking. ”You feel too good.”

”Then don’t.”

She sped up, her hips slamming down against him, and he felt himself getting close, the pressure building at the base of his spine. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit, and she cried out, her body convulsing around him.

”Come with me,” she gasped.

He did he was already near, her pussy were sucking his cock, milking it. He came with a groan, his release spilling inside her, and she followed him over the edge, her body shuddering, her moans turning into a long, keening cry.

She collapsed on top of him, her breath hot against his neck, and they lay there, tangled together, slick with sweat and the aftermath of their need.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was their breathing, slowly evening out, and the distant hum of the city beyond the walls.

Finally, she lifted her head, her grey eyes meeting his. She looked different now. Softer. Like the month of waiting had been almost burned away, leaving only this. Almost though. Not yet.

”That was...” She trailed off, searching for the word.

”Good?” he offered.

She laughed, a real laugh, light and warm.

”Good doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

She traced a finger down his chest, over the mark on his forehead, her touch feather light.

”I’ve never felt anything like that before. Last time I felt like this was also with you. It’s like you were made for me.”

He caught her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles. ”Maybe I was.”

She smiled, and for a second, she looked almost shy. ”I don’t even know your full name. And you drove me crazy for a month.”

”Lynx,” he said. ”Lynx Azarion.”

She repeated it, testing it on her tongue. ”Lynx Azarion.” She nodded, a small, private smile curving her lips. ”I’m going to remember that name. Forever.”

He pulled her close, her head settling into the crook of his shoulder, and she let out a contented sigh. Her hand rested on his chest, over his heart, and he felt the weight of it, warm and grounding.

”You’re really staying?” she asked, her voice small.

”I’m really staying.”

She was quiet for a moment, then, softer: ”For how long?”

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. The truth sat in his throat, a stone he couldn’t swallow. He was leaving for the academy in a week maybe? He wasn’t sure anymore. But he had a world to conquer, an empire to claim. A tournament to finish.

But here, in the dark, with her heartbeat against his palm, the future felt very far away.

”As long as I can,” he said.

It wasn’t the truth. It wasn’t a lie either. It was the only thing he could give her.

She accepted it, her fingers curling into his chest, and for a while, they lay in silence, the warmth of their bodies filling the room.

Then she shifted, her leg sliding over his, her hand trailing lower, and her lips found his ear.

”Then let’s make the most of tonight.”

Her fingers brushed his cock, already hardening again, and he felt the heat rise in him once more.

He rolled her onto her back, positioning himself between her thighs, and looked down at her. Her hair was spread across the pillow like spilled ink, her eyes dark with want, her lips parted.

”You’re insatiable,” he said.

”You made me this way.”

He leaned down and kissed her, slow and deep, and then he slid into her again, and the world outside the room ceased to exist.

Her moans filled the dark, his name on her lips like a promise he intended to keep. And when he finally stilled, spent and breathless, her body wrapped around his, he knew one thing with absolute certainty.

This wasn’t the end of anything.

It was only the beginning.