Chapter 395: [R18] Fuck Her Till She Call it Appetizers

Nash resta planté là, complètement figé.

He read the message. Then he read it again.

No way. There was no fucking way. He had to be reading it wrong, or maybe he was just imagining things. Notifications like this didn’t just pop up out of nowhere. You didn’t just get something without doing some kind of quest or hitting a specific milestone.

He started thinking, panicking a bit. Did he trigger some hidden quest? Did he completed the quest without noticing? He replayed the last few minutes, even the last few days, trying to find some kind of logic.

Nothing.

He hadn’t done anything special. He was just standing there, feeling anxious, with one hand resting on Victoria’s hip, wondering how the hell he was going to complete the quest.

This is too good to be true, he thought. In his experience, nothing with the System was actually free.

He waited. One second. Two. He expected some fine print to appear, like a hidden clause or some nasty trap that would screw him over. But nothing happened. The message just stayed there, floating in front of him, as simple and direct as it had been the first time he read it.

He tried to wrap his head around the why and the how. Had this ever happened before? Had he ever just gotten a skill for no reason? He searched his memory, thinking about every evolution, every title, and every skill he’d gained. Every single one of them had required hard work or a specific condition. Nothing had ever been this... free. ℯℯ𝑙.

None of it made any sense.

For a moment, he was stuck. Part of him wanted to deny it, but the text was right there in front of his eyes. He kept looping the same thought in his head, desperately looking for a glitch or a rational explanation, but nothing came.

Then, slowly, the idea started to sink in. Maybe that was just it. Maybe there was no trap or hidden price. Maybe the System had just decided, for some reason he’d probably never understand, to give him exactly what he needed, right when he fucking needed it.

This shit was already in his blood. A shiver ran straight down his spine, and the suspicion vanished, replaced by a feeling that was much warmer and way more exciting.

That was it. That was the solution. It had been staring him in the face the whole time. Sex! The answer was fucking sex! Of course it was. What else could it be? Sex was his thing; it was the one thing he was the best at. Sex! The System wasn’t giving him some outside shortcut; it had just turned his own nature into the solution.

But the real bomb? The fucking possibilities!

The exhaustion the girls felt after the "zone" state, the crash after "beast mode", all of that now had a delicious fix: sex!

A slow smile crept across his face. He felt a mix of pure joy and a deep, dizzying kind of excitement.

"You’re zoning out again," Victoria said. Her voice was a bit stronger now. She raised an eyebrow and rested her hand on his chest, feeling his heart drumming against his ribs. "What’s going on in that head of yours?"

Nash looked at her, the smile still plastered on his face. He leaned in close, his voice dropping into a low tone.

"Nothing complicated," he whispered. "Just thinking about the best way to pay you back for what you just gave me."

He didn’t say anything else. He just grabbed her and pulled her body tight against his, feeling her curves press into him. For the first time all night, he didn’t give a shit about the time. He was ready to fuck her until they both couldn’t move.

He rolled her under him in one smooth move. Before she could even take that second of breath she’d asked for, her back was slammed against the mattress and her knees were pushed up toward her chest and he pinned her down while her body was still shaking.

He didn’t hesitate. He slid inside her in one straight line, his huge cock shoving deep into the mess of the loads already inside her. Victoria let out a little "hng—" sound of pure surprise. She’d offered him the night and a view, but she definitely didn’t expect him to fold her in half and fuck her again this fast.

He didn’t just hammer away with the same old rhythm, though. He changed it up. He went slow, so slow that she could feel every single inch of him filling her up. Each thrust was heavy, the head of his dick hitting her cervix at the bottom of every stroke. It wasn’t exactly "gentle," but he was paying a lot of attention to how she felt. PLAP. A long pause. SCHLK. Another slide in. Sweat from his chest dripped down, dotting her tits. Her body was still soft and exhausted, but she still tried to push her hips up to meet him. It was a stubborn little move, but because of the angle he had her pinned at, it didn’t do much.

"That’s it," he whispered against her mouth. He was speaking between thrusts, almost like he was coaching her. He leaned in, his breath warm on her skin.

"You don’t have to force it. You already opened the door for me. Just stay here. Give me whatever you can, and I’ll do the rest. You’re still here... I can feel you trying."

"Uhn—" She groaned, turning her face into his neck.

He kept talking to her in that low, almost sweet voice, telling her so many sweet things. She couldn’t really talk back, so she just gave another broken little hip-thrust and a grunt that sounded like she wanted to scream his name.

He didn’t speed up to finish her off. He stayed in that slow, devastating rhythm until the timing in his head and the heat building at the base of his dick lined up. Then, he buried himself as deep as he could go and came. The fourth load shot deep inside her, a thick pulse hitting her cervix that felt more like raw pressure than anything else.

He didn’t pull out. He stayed right there, letting her legs slowly unhook from the fold and letting her spine sink back into the mattress. He waited inside her, forehead resting against hers, still hard enough that pulling out would have been another war.

Victoria breathed like someone who had just been drowned and barely dragged back to life. Her chest was pumping and her eyes were half-closed. But then, something else started happening.

A warmth started climbing up the inside of her thighs. The air hitting her lungs felt too clean and too fast to be the break she had begged for. It was a weird kind of "better," like someone had reached in and turned down her exhaustion. She opened one eye, then the other, and looked at him, confused. The question was all over her face, even if she didn’t say it out loud.

She felt good. Actually, she felt great. She didn’t understand why, and she didn’t say it, but she just looked at him. It felt like the temperature in the room had shifted while his cock was still buried four loads deep inside her, and the night had quietly decided it wasn’t over yet.

He stayed buried deep inside her, just watching the change happen. It was crazy, one second her thighs were shaking and limp, and the next, they were tightening up way too fast. Her breathing leveled out almost instantly. She just laid there with this confused look on her face, while four loads of his cum were still sitting deep inside her pussy.

"You good?" Nash asked. He kept his voice quiet and rested a thumb on her hip, acting like it was a normal question, even though the answer decided if they were keeping at it or if the night was over.

Victoria breathed a bit too fast, then nodded. She stared at him, searching his eyes like she was trying to figure out if he was playing some kind of trick on her.

"Yes. I’m—I’m very good," she whispered. "I don’t get it. I was totally... Almost out, but now I’m not. I don’t know what the happened... but yeah."

Nash almost lost it. He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud. It actually worked! The skill wasn’t just some hallucination. He swallowed a laugh and did the math in his head, if he kept this up, he only had five more to go. He just gave her a smug little smile, the kind he used when a teammate hit a shot he already knew was going in.

"Wouldn’t expect anything less from my woman," he said.

Victoria went still for a second, letting the words sink in. Then, that bossy side of her came back. She grinned, looking a bit cocky, and pushed her hands against his chest. The strength in her arms was weirdly high now, way more than ten minutes ago when she could barely move. She crawled on top of him, her knees hitting the mattress on either side of his hips, and sank herself right back down onto his cock, which had never left her.

It was a wet, filthy slide. Her pussy was already packed full of cum, and she just shoved him back in. She clenched her muscles, not that weak, shaking feeling from before, but a real, hard squeeze that gripped his shaft and pulsed. It was so tight it forced a moan out of him.

"Not less?" she asked, her voice sounding raspy and broken. She was getting that arrogant tone back. "You just sit there looking at me like I’m finished and ask if I’m ’good’ like I’m some little girl taking a nap. Do you underestimate me, darling ?"

Nash blinked.

"Oh my..."

She shifted her hips, feeling everything.

"I asked for one second and you folded me in half. But now? I can feel my legs. I can feel you. I can feel all that messy cum you left inside me, and I’m not about to waste the fact that I can ride you again."

She didn’t wait for him to answer. If her body was back in the game, she wanted to be the one in control. She started moving her hips in a tight circle, dropping down and squeezing at the bottom. She wasn’t as skilled as she wanted to be, but she was soaking wet. Her tits were pressing against his chest, her stomach muscles were flexing, and white cream leaked out from the base of his cock every time she lifted up, coating her inner thighs.

Nash let her take the lead for about thirty seconds. He gripped her ass with both hands, loving the view, the golden skin, the bounce, the filthy strings of cum, and that grin she was wearing to try and look like she was in charge.

Then, he drove up hard from below.

PLAP. SCHLK.

The first hit was so hard it wiped that arrogant look right off her face. He held her down and did it again, slamming into her cervix. Victoria gasped, her hands slipping on his chest. She tried to get the rhythm back, but she couldn’t. She could only take the hits and give whatever her hips had left.

The orgasm hit her with insane speed. It was like the new heat in her thighs made the road to the finish line shorter. She came hard on him, head tilted back, making a broken sound as her pussy milked him in messy, tight pulls.

Nash didn’t pull out. He let the fifth load go right at the bottom of that squeeze, pulsing his cum deep into her while she was still shaking. That was another mark for the System.

Progress: 5 / 10.

While he was still twitching inside her, the second wave of the skill kicked in. She felt it climb up her legs, her spine, and into her chest. It felt too clean, too perfect. Victoria just laughed on top of him, she sounded incoherent, happy, and a little bit scared. Her forehead dropped toward his, and her hair stuck to their lips.

"What is happening to me?" she whispered.

He answered her question with his hands instead of words. He rolled her off his chest and onto her stomach in one smooth move, making sure his cock stayed buried deep inside her the whole time. Once she was face-down, he hooked her right leg up and out. This opened her up against the sheets, her ass lifted high, showing the mess of five loads of cum already shining between her golden cheeks.

From his view, he could see the split of her pussy, the pink skin stretched tight around the base of his dick, with white cum gathered at the rim and starting to leak down toward her clit. Even her asshole was still flushed red from when he’d played with it earlier, and there was sweat pooling in the little dimples at the small of her back. He placed his palm on the back of her neck, not to choke her, just to hold her steady, and shoved himself in all the way, putting all his weight behind it.

PLAP.

She shoved back against him.

The first slam of her hips hit him with a wet disgusting sound—SCHLK—as her cunt sought out his head to hit her cervix. The grunt that escaped her sounded almost like an insult.

"Oh fuck— uhn— again— harder!" she gasped.

Sweat jumped off his stomach and landed on her ass. He gave her exactly what she wanted, hitting her harder, and she met every stroke. He dragged her forward until her knees hit the floor and her chest stayed on the mattress, her tits hanging loose. Her face was turned so he could see the mouth that had been making animal sounds for the last two hours.

Inside her head, she was cycling through names and tossing them aside. Dahlia wouldn’t have lasted at this angle; Jaz was just a ’rival’ she didn’t need to consider now. She was holding on, pushing back, taking all twenty-two centimeters of him right there on the edge of her bed. The pride of taking that much and being ready for more runs felt filthy and so fucking good.

He buried the sixth load at the deepest point of a stroke she’d backed into, pulsing against her cervix while her arms shook against the sheets. He didn’t pull out. The ’skill’ was moving through her while they stayed locked together. Her thighs stopped shaking as much, and her breathing steadied. When she spoke again, her voice was even more clear.

"Come on, boy, do your worse," she whispered.

He stood up and took her with him.

He lifted her off the floor like the doggy style had just been a warmup. She locked her legs around his waist, and her back hit the wall beside the window with a thud that the party downstairs would never hear. Gravity dropped her right onto him. His head punched the end of her cervix and stayed there. She kissed him while she talked, determined, happy, and intense, her teeth and tongue crashing against his mouth while her nails raked down the wet skin of his back.

"I’m going to empty you," she murmured into the kiss, sounding like she was about to knock him out. "I’m going to take everything you have left until you don’t have a drop, until that stupid young body finally has nothing, you hear me—"

He answered her with rhythm. Standing and pinned against the plaster wall, they hit with a PLAP-PLAP-PLAP. Her tits were crushed against his chest, and cum was already overflowing, running down the inside of her thighs and over his balls. When it leaked too far, he hiked her higher and shoved back in, covering the leak and keeping the mark where it counted. The seventh load left him in a long, deep grind, her shoulders pressed to the wall and her mouth open on his as he held her through the pulses.

The skill didn’t just make her halfway numb this time. It lit her up. He saw it in her eyes first, then felt it in the way her heels dug into his ass, and finally heard it in the laugh she couldn’t hold back. She was totally ’on.’ Nash carried her back to the bed without softening, still buried deep inside her, smiling.

He laid her on her back and folded her.

Her ankles were beside her head, knees open to the limit of her flexibility. He settled his weight chest-to-chest, so it was just two bodies stacked together. No more talking needed, just a mating press in a room that smelled like silk, sex, and the leather robe lying on the floor. He looked at her from that close, sweaty, mouth smeared, her blue eyes blown wide. He gave her the only line he had.

"Your face," he said. "That’s the one I want."

Then he drove into her.

PLAP. SQUELCH. PLAP.

He hit full depth every time, his head kissing her cervix. Her sounds turned into high, broken noises that weren’t even words anymore. She lost her voice when she came, her vision going white at the edges, her nails digging lines into his back. He followed her over the edge without changing the angle, the eighth mark flooding into the end of her while she was still locked around him.

After the load, she didn’t go limp. She clenched harder. The skill made the difference too obvious now : she had more grip now, not less. Nash counted eight with a feeling of victory. Only two left. He stayed locked in her eyes, only letting her ankles down far enough so she could breathe.

Then, she dumped him.

She flipped into reverse cowgirl, a last effort to win, grinding on his cock until he had her back and the full, heavy weight of her ass in his hands. It was golden, split, and shining, dropping into his lap with a wet slap as she clenched on purpose, chasing his knockout. He watched that ass, squeezed it, and let her have the filthy ride until he was too close to the edge. Then, he caught her waist and flipped her over before she could take it from him.

Folded again. Mating press. Ninth.

She let out an ugly cry when he bottomed out and packed the ninth load into her. Then the cry turned into a laugh—wrecked and furious with pleasure.

"Again. One!" she demanded.

He didn’t even change the angle. Pressing hard straight to the cervix and stay. She came again, her whole body seizing up and milking him dry. He went with her on the next pulse, the tenth mark emptying into a cunt that was already overflowing. Heat on heat, the last of it shoved exactly where the System wanted.

The window opened on her hair and offered a view that lifted the weight of worries from Nash’s shoulders.

[QUEST COMPLETE: KING INSCRIPTION]

Progress: 10 / 10

Reward: New Parameter Unlocked

[PARAMETER:....]

Nash lit up, the joy hitting his face before he could hide it. The night had paid off, the skill, the ten loads, and the woman still twitching around him all stacked in one perfect second.

Then he read the label... and gasped.

"... What the hell?"