Chapter 717: Extreme Simulation

After a moment he carefully brought his teeth into play, grazing the sides of the engorged nub with light, precise pressure.

The faint edge of his teeth against the ultra-sensitive flesh created a sharp, almost electric contrast to the soft suction, and Zeyra’s whole body jerked hard in response.

Fearing that her body would go into shock, he finally let the clit go, to let her body relax, but it had a completely opposite reaction, the moment intense simulation faded the long awaited orgasm came rushing down through her.

There was no room left for thought... only the intense, climbing need that had nowhere to go except out.

It built past the point where she could still recognize it as pleasure.

The pressure inside her turned heavy and absolute, a single concentrated force that kept swelling with no ceiling in sight.

Every second stretched it tighter. Every second made the need more desperate, more demanding, until it felt like her entire body existed only to contain something that was about to destroy her from within.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to endure it, so without waiting for a second, she let go and release it all.

But when it finally broke, it didn’t feel like release at first.

It felt like being torn open from the inside.

A white-hot wave detonated low in her core and immediately kept rolling, one violent crest after another, each one taller and heavier than the last.

There was no pause between them, no breath and no moment to recover.

The first wave hadn’t even finished ripping through her before the next one crashed in on top of it, then another, then another, stacking into a continuous, blinding surge that refused to crest and fall.

Her mind went completely blank under the force of it.

Thought, identity, even the awareness of her own name disappeared... there was only the raw, overwhelming sensation tearing through her without mercy.

All she could do was ride it.

The violent pulses slammed upward through her stomach in thick, unstoppable rushes, then tore downward along the length of her thighs, locking every muscle rigid as they passed.

Her eyes had almost gone completely white with simulation and pleasure. Breath became impossible as it felt like her lungs had been seized. The pleasure was so dense it no longer felt like pleasure at all... it bordered on pure, sharp overload, an intensity so complete it erased everything else.

It kept coming, wave after merciless wave, crashing through her again and again, dragging her under and refusing to let her surface, until her whole existence narrowed to the single, endless act of being broken open by it.

Only when the strongest peaks finally began to lose their edge did the smallest fragments of awareness return... leaving her shaking, emptied, and still helpless beneath the fading aftershocks of something that had completely taken her apart.

The relief hit almost as hard as the climax itself.

Zeyra’s arched back finally touched the ground again, for a long moment she simply existed in the hollow quiet that followed, body too heavy to move, mind too blank to form words.

Every muscle felt wrung out and useless.

The violent tension that had locked her rigid drained away in slow, uneven waves, replaced by a deep, boneless exhaustion that sank straight into her bones.

Small aftershocks still flickered through her from time to time, but they were fading, leaving only a warm, oversensitive ache behind.

She floated in that wrecked stillness, for a few moments, too spent to even close her legs or lift her arms. Breath came in long, shuddering pulls as her lungs finally remembered how to work again. The jungle around her felt distant and unreal.

All that remained was the thick, floating relief of having been pushed past every limit and then gently dropped back into her own body.

For a second, Sol feared that something had happened to her, but seeing her upturned lips he knew that she was totally enjoying it.

So, after letting her recover a bit, he dug in again to force her to recover, yeah it’s a fucked up solution, but if it works, it works, he alternated between sucking her clit and pushing his tongue back inside her, never giving her more than a second to recover.

Zeyra jerked the moment his mouth returned, a broken sound tearing out of her at the sudden intensity on already raw nerves.

The taste of her kept changing as she was forced higher again... hotter, thicker, almost sweet at the edges.

Sol chased every new rush of juices like he was starving for it. His own cock was fully hard again and aching for action, but he ignored it.

Right now the only thing that mattered was the way her pussy fluttered and clenched around his tongue every time he pushed deep, and the broken, increasingly desperate sounds she could no longer hold back.

"Ahhhhh—Sol— I’m—" Zeyra’s voice dissolved into a high, shaky moan. Her fingers gripped the ground. "I’m going to— again—"

He doubled down instead of easing off, because he needed her to be back at it again for his next course.

He sealed his mouth over her and fucked her with his tongue in short, fast strokes while his nose kept rubbing against her clit.

Zeyra’s whole body went tight for the second time. Her thighs shook violently against his hands.

A muffled, almost pained cry tore out of her as she came hard again... pussy clamping down around his tongue in strong, rhythmic spasms, fresh juices gushing out of her in a warm rush that he immediately licked up.

He kept her pinned and kept working her through the entire peak, dragging the second orgasm out until her legs were trembling uncontrollably and her voice had gone completely hoarse.

Only when the strongest waves started to fade did he slow down.

He gave her a few final, gentler licks, cleaning the fresh mess she had made, then lifted his head. His chin and lips were shiny with her juices.

Zeyra lay sprawled on the moss, chest heaving, dark eyes unfocused, a deep flush covering her face and throat. She looked completely wrecked in an entirely different way than when she had been on her knees.