Syril kept pistoning, riding her aftershock, desperate to release his own climax. His abs glistened with sweat, his muscles contracting and relaxing with every motion. The slaps of flesh echoed, the scent of sex, sweat, and arousal drifting and curling in the air.
*Pah* *Pah* Pah*
"Aaaah, FUCK!" He groaned, gritting his teeth as his cock throbbed in her, preparing for release.
For a moment, he paused, staring into the wasted Amy whose arms had been left flung, breathless and flushed, left on the brink of oblivion. He stared into her eyes as if seeking approval.
"Do it. Release everything inside me." She gave her last command with her cheeks tinged dark scarlet, lips pouted and wavering like she would collapse any moment.
He got her consent.
With his last groan and thrust, powerful ones, he came in her. His hot seed poured in thick ropes, filling her clenched walls, her tight pussy milking every drop. For a moment, it seemed endless, gushing out in constant jets, filling her pussy and womb, leaking from the slit...
Finally, the last drop came, and when Syril removed his cock, his hot seed seeped out of the gaped pink hole, messing the sheets and blankets further.
"Tha... thank you," Amy managed to breath before she went black, the one knot with semblance of her consciousness finally loosening.
Syril hadn't get to respond before she passed out from the extreme pleasure, but he got to look how spent she looked, the crimson blush still plastered on her cheeks, her voluptuous thighs smeared with her orgasm and his own thick cum, and her hard, pinky nipples gradually softening.
It was a beautiful sight, one that quickened his pulse and sent another rush of hunger. However, one thing was sure—he was tired. With one last gaze, he exhaustedly collapsed beside her, journeying into the world of dreams.
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The morning light creeped into the room, carving its luminescence in every angle of the space. It soon reached the figures lying on a messy sheet of sweat and something primal, a fluid from their first experience as... adults.
They curled and arched into each other, limbs tangling, hands grasping, flesh melting into flesh, sharing and living the heat they radiated.
The atmosphere was still a testament to their action; their sex scent still lingering, sweat and cum mixing to create a subtle erotic aroma dancing endlessly in the air.
"Hmm." Amy smiled and hummed into Syril's chest, coursing her oral heat into his flesh. "Good morning, Prince."
"Prince? We're giving nicknames now?" Syril smirked before responding.
She rose her head, meeting his gaze before she said, "Shut up and relish it." She gave that smile that had won the hearts of numerous males and made them think with their dick.
"Yes, Princess!" He exclaimed dramatically. "How are you feeling, Princess?"
With a shuffle and rumpling of the sheets, they dragged themselves to sit, resting their backs on the headboard slat.
That was the moment she noticed she was still bare, her full chests swaying as she moved. Immediately, a flush creeped from her neck, spreading to her face as she responded.
"Hmph." She groaned. "I feel sore down there." She moved, tugging the blanket to show him her swollen pussy, red and aching from last night.
Syril's face reddened as he beheld, struggling to utter words. Eventually, with a reluctant resolve, he tried to soothen.
"I'm so... sorry. I got... carried away by how sexy and tasty you looked."
"Hmm," she curled her lips into that knowing smirk. "Don't apologize..." her voice dropped to a low, sultry, teasing voice. "I enjoyed it. Every. Single. Part. Of. It."
She reached for his face, pulling close to meet his lips. Her hands claimed his cheekbones, and her lips crashed into his. Syril's muscles stiffened, unsure about the whole thing, doubting every intimate moment they had shared, wondering if all of those were a dream he would wake from soon.
'Fuck it! If it is a crazy dream, I'll enjoy it while it lasts.'
He returned her kiss, savoring her taste in his mouth. In the course, he felt blood rushing to a region below his abdomen, his cock rising like a flag pole.
Amy instantly noticed the meat struck her lap, finding a reason to break from their steamy lock.
"You... get excited real quick." Her voice cracked, cheeks flushed like a slut, fingers already wrapping around his length, gently stroking his shaft.
Syril's jaw clenched, yielding to her touch with reverent eyes.
"I gotta go." She whispered, surprisingly pausing dead in her hand movement. "They must be anxious now." She feigned a smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Syril was curious and horny, but he suppressed his hormones, fighting the primal instinct. He seemed more interested in her story... although she had hinted him of the situation at hand, it wasn't enough to get the full picture, little words that did nothing to tell him of the story.
He tried to press, taking an unusual route to get information from her.
"I guess this is where it ends? Just a little fun you wanted to have?" He dared to ask, hoping it would fuel a tiny but relevant confession.
She glared, her lips twisting into an expression of annoyance. "That's what you think of me? But you did find out I'm a virgin, my first time. You really think this is what it's all about? That I just wanted to get laid and have fun with you?"
She hastily stood, not even waiting for his response, her eyes darted around for her lingerie and clothes, boiled over that she wanted to leave immediately.
He didn't allow, dashed in to stop her frantic search. His hand found her wrist, holding her firmly to allow their gazes to lock.
"Look, that's not what I meant. You've not really said much about... this. I'm just... curious about all of these."
Her gaze instantly softened, understanding dawning on her. "Syril... maybe there's more to it, but all you need to know now is that I like you. I like you a lot, and what we've shared is real. At least to me."
Syril was drawn back and dumbfounded by her confession, but he knew there was more to it, more that she wasn't revealing. Amy knew he wasn't contented, but she had found a sly way to deflect his thoughts.
She clasped his semi-hard dick and pulled him to the bathroom. "Come, let's have a shower," she purred.
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They both had a rather nice time in their bath, and Amy left afterwards, muttering something about 'worried' and 'they don't listen' before she left.
Syril was again left all alone in his small apartment, outweighed by his emotions and thoughts.
Then, a thought, or rather a memory, flashed in his head, quickening his pulse in the most maddening way ever.
He had heard several pings the moment he slid into Amy, but the intensity of the emotions and the lustful fire crawling on his skin had made him shovel it to the back of his mind.
It was something he should have checked earlier, but the presence of Amy had dismissed the eagerness, or maybe he still didn't want to believe it. A blessing too good to be true?
A nervous smile flashed on his face before he thought about the quest, the system's interface materializing with that special, soft blue coloration.
*Ding* Ding* *Ding*
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[ALERT!!!]
[Mission: Disvirgin yourself.]
[Reward: New Ability, New Special Skill, New Ability Skill.]
[Countdown: 0 hour, 0 minute, 0 second.]
[MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!!]
[Congratulations, you've successfully disvirgined yourself!]
[Rewards now available.]
[Reward: New Ability, New Special Skill, New Ability Skill.]
[Click here to claim rewards.]
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He blinked. Once. Twice.
"Is this real? I'm going to get an ability?" Syril muttered to himself, cold sweat born from joy and unbelief forming in beads on his forehead.
"Oh, it's more than an ability, boy. It's more than that..." Raja's thick voice slid in Syril's mind, tinged with his idiosyncratic playfulness.
"It's power on a whole new level."
"Raja, this is real? I'm... finally going to get an ability?" Syril's voice cracked, hitched and accentuated with welled up tears.
"Yes, boy."
"No jokes?!" He almost screamed at the voice in his head.
"What a big fucking coward! Are you gonna bore me to death with your questions or fucking click on that shit?!"
Syril gulped hard, a teardrop trailing down a cheek, his finger hovering over the claim button, still indecisive or skeptical about the whole thing
"Remember, this is more than an ability. It goes beyond your current world power dynamics..."
"This is a once in a lifetime opportunity."
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Hehehe! What's that? Sorry, I can't hear you. I'm busy listening to the chant of the MC's name...
Yes, the fun is about to begin, lovelies.
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