Chapter 170: Blacked Out Already?**

As Fredrinn’s lips pressed onto hers, he slid his hand down between her legs toward her pussy.

The kiss was deep and unhurried at first. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, rolling it slowly around hers before sucking gently. Jenny arched her back on instinct.

Her eyes stayed tightly closed. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat already on her skin.

She tried to wrap an arm around his neck from behind, searching for something solid to hold onto.

She could not quite find a secure grip or keep herself properly braced against him, but it did not matter. He had no intention of breaking the kiss.

His hand finally reached her cunt.

While his cock remained buried deep inside her, he brushed a single finger against her sensitive, swollen clit. The light contact was enough to make her entire body jolt.

"MMMH~"

Jenny’s eyes flew wide open the moment the new sensation hit her. A muffled moan spilled straight into his mouth.

She tried to pull back from the kiss, turning her head slightly, but his lips followed hers without mercy. This was already a little too much for her overstimulated, mushy brain.

Sensations assaulted her from every direction at once. The thick stretch of his cock inside her still-tender walls. The firm tug of his hand in her hair.

The relentless, precise circles his finger drew over her clit. None of it was easy to process. Something hot and heavy was building deep in her core, like a volcano sitting right on the edge of eruption.

She recognized the feeling.

It was the approach of an orgasm.

Fredrinn had only put his cock inside her a short while ago, and she was already about to finish?

Jenny could not accept it. She did not want to come this fast, not when she had barely begun to adjust.

Pride tried to surface one last time, whispering that she should last longer, that she should not fall apart so easily.

But Fredrinn held her firmly in place with his free arm while his other hand continued to work.

Just like a maestro strumming the strings of a guitar, his fingers moved across her pussy with practiced control—stroking, rubbing, occasionally pinching her clit just hard enough to send sharp sparks of pleasure through her.

"MMM~ FFREE~ AA~"

Jenny struggled weakly against his mouth. Her tongue had already been thoroughly bullied into submission.

She could no longer even moan freely. Every sound came out muffled and suppressed, trapped between their lips. Her brain felt overloaded.

Even if someone had offered her a million dollars to describe the sensation, she would not have been able to put it into words. It was simply too intense, too layered, too completely overwhelming.

The pressure inside her core climbed to an all-time high.

She hovered right on the edge of erupting, of letting the wave wash over her entire slender body. A deep weakness began to wrap around her limbs. This time she did not try to fight it.

She knew there was no way of stopping it.

"C-Cumm~ Hnn~"

She whispered the broken admission against his lips. Her eyes squeezed shut again.

She clenched her arms tighter around whatever part of him she could reach, just in case the force of the release stole the last of her balance.

"You can."

Fredrinn smiled slightly when he saw the thoroughly spent, overloaded expression on her face.

He might have failed to fully map the exact depth of her masochism, but he had succeeded in giving her a first time she would never dare forget for the rest of her life.

The memory of being held open, kissed breathless, and fingered while he fucked her would stay carved into her nerves.

He himself was still not close. Because of that he did not try to force his own climax. Instead he slowed his thrusts to a deep, grinding pace and pinched her clit one more time between two fingers.

He felt her walls suddenly flutter hard around his shaft. A burst of pressure and warm fluids rushed out of her core, soaking his cock and dripping down onto the sheets.

Jenny came hard, still locked in the kiss, moaning brokenly into his mouth as the orgasm ripped through her.

Her body went limp in his arms almost immediately afterward. The strength drained from her limbs in a single wave. She slumped forward against the mattress, completely spent.

Fredrinn breathed a few heavy breaths above her. Carefully, he eased her down the rest of the way and placed her on the bed beside the still-sleeping Andrea.

Jenny had already passed out from the sheer overload of sensation. Her face looked peaceful in a dazed, exhausted way. A thin sheen of sweat covered her skin.

Cum and her own release glistened between her slightly parted thighs.

That left Fredrinn with a drenched, rock-hard cock and no immediate release of his own.

He pulled out slowly. Jenny flinched once in her sleep at the sudden emptiness but did not wake.

A thick strand of mixed fluids connected them for a second before breaking. He was not particularly worried that he had not finished yet. The night was still young, and he was far from done.

His gaze shifted across the bed.

Rose lay completely naked on her side, body angled toward them. She had watched the entire thing like a spectator who had only come for the entertainment.

There was not a single trace of insecurity or threat in her posture. The two human girls in his little harem did not concern her in the slightest. Her expression carried its usual mixture of calm superiority and quiet irritation.

She stretched one long leg slightly, then spoke in a low, mocking purr.

"Blacked out already? Rose wonders if hubby has a thing for weaklings. Is that why he isn’t paying any attention to me?"

She glanced pointedly at Jenny’s unconscious form and then at Andrea’s equally spent body, one eyebrow raised in clear challenge.