The room was vibrating with her soft, ragged breaths. Her hips were moving now, small, desperate little circles beneath the thin gown, pressing into the heel of my hand. The whimpers were getting louder, sharper, demanding something more. My fingers were slick from the damp heat where her own hand was frantically working.
I stopped sucking on her nipple, breathing heavily against her chest. I could see the faint glow of the System in my periphery, the life-force readout ticking up with a sluggish impatience that screamed: Accelerate.
My hands slid down from her breasts, pushing the gown up past her waist in one rough, decisive movement. Her legs parted easily, instinctively, and the smell of her rising arousal hit me—sweet and earthy. Her inner thighs were unbelievably smooth, and my fingers instantly brushed the wet, swollen peak she had been tormenting herself with. It was hard, throbbing, and dripping wet.
"Oh... hnnnnngh..."
She let out a soft, guttural sound, not words, just pure sensation. Before I could even think about what to do next, her hand shot out, not to push me away, but to grab the back of my head. She pulled me down hard, not toward her chest, but straight between her legs. My face buried itself in the fragrant, damp delta of her sex.
My mouth opened in shock, but she only tightened her grip, her hips lifting an inch off the bed, pressing her fully exposed pussy against my face.
"Please... Ahhh! Take me... God... nnnngh..."
Her thighs clamped around my ears, effectively trapping me. I had no choice. My tongue flicked out, hitting the engorged, sensitive clit.
"FUCK! Gaaahhhh!"
The sound ripped out of her, an animal cry that wasn't a warning, but sheer release. Her body went rigid, hips shaking violently, and she came hard against my face, filling my mouth with her sweet, musky juices. She writhed for what felt like an eternity, her entire frame trembling, before finally falling back onto the velvet sheets, panting.
The System gave a satisfied, muted chime. A substantial boost. But the feeling was overwhelming. I lifted my head, gasping for air, her juices covering my chin, my own dick now throbbing painfully hard against the coarse silk of my strange new pants.
She was spent, lying still for a moment, but the arousal hadn't left her eyes, which were still slightly shut and fluttery. Her hand reached down, fumbling with my belt.
"Don't stop, Arthur," she mumbled, her voice thick and ragged, clearly mistaking me for someone else. "Your turn. I need it. Now."
She ripped my pants open and yanked out my straining cock. Before I could move, she had guided my hard member right between her slick, wet lips. My breath hitched. This was it. The point of no return.
I lunged forward, pressing my blunt, demanding head against her soaked entrance, rubbing the thick ridge against her throbbing, glistening pussy.
"Mmmmmm... Yes! Harder, Arthur... ngh!"
Her whole body bucked, demanding penetration. I pushed. The warm, tight velvet of her pussy swallowed my cock slowly, reluctantly, stretching around me as I drove in.
"GAAAAAAAAAAH! Fuuuuck!" she screamed, a sound that was half pleasure, half shock.
"Your cock is bigger than usual," she gasped, her eyes flying open for a split second before shutting again, dissolving back into the haze of desire.
I didn't slow down. Survival instinct took over. I slammed into her, feeling her tightness milking every inch of my shaft. My hands grabbed her hips, lifting her off the bed and then slamming her back down into the rhythm. Harder. Faster. Deep into her pussy.
"OH GOD! OOOOH! Faster! Harder! Fuck me, Arthur! FUCK!"
Her moans were a symphony of pure, unadulterated need. Each thrust felt like an earthquake in the small, candlelit room. I was buried balls-deep, grinding my pelvis against hers, the sound of wet, skin-on-skin slapping echoing off the walls. I grabbed her magnificent, full tits and squeezed them roughly, then slammed into her again.
"AHHH! DO IT! ROUGH! HNNNNNNGH!"
I pounded into her pussy until the headboard rattled. The rhythm was primal, a relentless, deep thrusting that ignored everything but the feel of her clenching heat around my cock. I felt the pulse of her pussy, the tight, desperate clenching that begged for more, and I gave it to her, driving my cock in and out of her pussy, slamming her against the bed until her nails dug deep into my back.
I held nothing back, fueled by the rush of the illicit act and the System's silent approval. I was going to survive, and this was the only way. I kept driving, a hard, fast, continuous pumping motion, forcing a moan of pure desperation out of her.
"Yes! Faster! You're so big! Gasp! Oh God! Deeper! Don't stop!"
My thighs were screaming, but I found a raw, animal strength, lifting her hips higher and plunging deeper, trying to hit the very base of her womb. She was bucking up to meet every single thrust, a blur of sweat and need, her legs wrapped tight around my waist, pulling me in for more. I grabbed a fistful of her golden hair and pulled back her head, revealing her throat as I relentlessly fucked her.
"Arthur! I'M COMING! I'M CUMMING! OH FUCK!"
She convulsed around my cock, a long, trembling shudder that sucked me dry. I felt my own climax building immediately, an intense, unstoppable wave of pure, concentrated release. I pulled out halfway, then slammed back in with one final, deep thrust, burying myself to the hilt as I exploded inside her pussy, flooding her with my hot cum.
I collapsed onto her chest, gasping, my heart hammering against her ribs. The faint System readout shimmered.
[Life Expectancy: 30 Days]
I had bought myself some time. It wasn't a lot of time but for now it would be enough. And I was covered in her sweat, my own seed, and the absolute, insane realization that my life now depended on fucking this sleeping woman senseless.