Chapter 656: Sol Started To Feel Overwhelmed!?!?

Slowly, the orgasms started blurring together.

There was no clear line between one peak and the next anymore. Sometimes Veylara clamped down in hard, rhythmic milking spasms that tried to suck him deeper, her whole body locking up as a raw cry tore out of her.

Other times she gushed so hard the moss beneath them turned dark and wet, the sudden rush of her release coating his cock and thighs while she shook and gasped through it.

Every time one orgasm finished she only seemed more desperate for the next, as if the strange fire still burning in her core refused to let her come down.

She kissed him with open mouths and biting teeth between the waves, rolling her hips to meet every thrust, taking him as deep as her body would allow without any of the earlier stiffness or confusion.

The proud Warchief had fully surrendered to whatever had woken up inside her, and she chased every new peak with aggressive hunger.

Sol fucked her through all of it.

He took her on her hands and knees under the hanging willow branches, one hand fisted in her dark hair, pulling her head back while he drove into her with short, vicious strokes.

She pushed back onto him of her own will, meeting every thrust, her pussy making continuous wet filthy sounds around his cock.

When she came again he felt the strong milking contractions ripple along his shaft and gritted his teeth against the urge to follow her over, determined to keep going.

He didn’t give her long to recover.

Sol flipped her onto her side on the soaked moss, lifted her top leg high against his shoulder, and ground into her with deep, heavy strokes that forced a broken scream out of her throat. The new angle let him drag against every sensitive place inside her.

She clawed at the moss, back arching, and came hard once more... gushing around his cock hard enough that the fresh release spilled down her thigh and onto the ground.

Sol kept grinding deep through the entire peak, one hand locked on her raised leg, refusing to slow even while her walls fluttered and clenched in living pulses around him.

He pulled her on top of him again and let her ride until her thighs shook too hard to continue.

Veylara’s strong legs eventually gave out. She slumped forward, still impaled on his cock, breath coming in ragged pulls against his shoulder.

Sol simply locked both hands on her hips, held her in place, and started fucking up into her with short, powerful thrusts from below.

Every upward slam forced another broken sound out of her. Her pussy was so wet and oversensitive that each stroke made her jolt, and it didn’t take long before she gushed once more... hard enough that the fresh release spilled down around his cock and soaked both of them.

She collapsed fully against his chest afterward, trembling, walls still fluttering weakly around him.

The sight of her also finished him.

Sol stared up at the majestic, naked body of the Warchief draped over him... flushed, marked, completely vulnerable, still grinding down with those desperate little rolls of her hips even after the latest orgasm.

He was buried as deep as humanly possible. The combination of the visual and the living, milking heat of her pussy snapped the last of his control.

And another climax shot out.

He hugged her tightly against his chest, crushed his mouth to hers in a deep, open kiss, and flooded her again.

Thick, heavy pulses of cum pumped deep into her, overflowing around his cock almost immediately and spilling down onto both of them in messy rivulets.

The pleasure rolled through him in dense waves while he kept her locked in place, hips pressed up, emptying everything he had left into the tight heat that refused to stop fluttering around him.

But... Veylara still kept moving through it.

Even while he was still throbbing and spilling inside her she continued those small, desperate rolls of her hips, kept kissing him back with intense hunger, kept taking every drop like her body had become addicted to the feeling of being filled.

The strange energy that had woken up in her earlier showed no sign of fading. If anything, each new load only seemed to feed it.

Sol started to feel genuinely overwhelmed.

He had expected her to slow down a bit by now.

After all, she had already come so many times he had genuinely lost count.

Any normal, heck high layer woman would have been spent, trembling, and ready to collapse.

Instead the Warchief had turned into something wild and endless under the willows... coming again and again, squirting until the ground beneath them was soaked, kissing him with a hunger that matched his own and sometimes surpassed it.

Every time Sol thought she might finally be finished she only pulled him deeper, rolled her hips with fresh desperation, or whispered broken fragments of need against his mouth.

There was no escape.

Even if he had wanted to stop (and some exhausted part of him was beginning to consider it), the reputation of men across the entire universe was once again on the line.

He could not be the one who got outlasted by a newly awakened Layer 4 virgin. The dignity of his entire gender demanded that he meet her intensity and, if possible, surpass it.

So he took the lead once more.

Sol lifted her, carried her the short distance to the nearest thick willow trunk, and pressed her back against the rough bark.

Her legs locked around his waist on pure instinct. He drove into her with everything he had left... deep, powerful, almost punishing strokes that forced a raw cry out of her on every thrust.

The wet, filthy sound of their bodies filled the space under the hanging branches. Her pussy was so slick and oversensitive that each slam made her jolt, yet she still met him with equal hunger, heels digging into his lower back, arms tight around his neck.

Sol also increased his pace, making sure to knock her out this time and upheld the men’s dignity.

As expected without waiting for long, she came with a broken, full-throated cry and bit down on his shoulder.

Despite his best efforts, the sudden strong milking spasms of her pussy around him dragged his third climax out with almost painful intensity.

Sol buried himself to the absolute limit, crushed her tightly against the tree, and also bit her hard on her shoulder in revenge, with heavy (borderline painful) pulses as he flooded her once more.

A thick load of cum pumped deep into her messy heat once more, overflowing almost immediately and spilling down between them.

He kept grinding through it, kept kissing her, making sure that she would not be able to move again.