- Molding the WomanHe fucked her straight through her orgasm, prolonging the sensation until pleasure crossed into overstimulation and she was sobbing and clawing at his shoulders, begging incoherently.
"Please please please—hnnngh~!—can't—aahh~!—too much—HHNGH~!"
"You can," he corrected, finally slowing his thrusts but not stopping. "And you will. We have a long way to go, wife."
The change in rhythm gave her a moment to catch her breath, to process what had just happened. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, oversensitive and trembling, every nerve ending screaming.
And yet... she could feel something else.
Something 'changing' deep inside her, where his cock was still buried. A faint warmth spreading from her core, like the first rays of sunlight after an endless winter.
Her damaged dantian was responding to him.
"I can—hngh~!—I can feel it~!" she gasped, silver eyes widening with wonder despite her tears. "Something's—ahhh~!—happening~!"
"Told you," he said with that infuriating smirk, leaning forward to kiss her more gently this time. Soft, almost tender, in complete contrast to the brutal way he was still slowly thrusting. "Trust me, remember?"
She nodded weakly, her hands moving from his shoulders to cup his face, pulling him into a deeper kiss.
This time when their lips met, it was her initiating, her tongue seeking his, trying to convey everything she was feeling—gratitude, devotion, overwhelming love for the man she believed had come back to her.
He returned the kiss with equal intensity, and she felt his cock throb inside her, somehow growing even harder.
When they broke apart, both breathing heavy, he shifted his grip on her again.
"Hold on tight," he warned.
"Wh—AHHHH~!!"
He stood up from the altar in one smooth motion, holding her impaled on his cock, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to keep from falling.
The change in position drove him even deeper—if that was possible—and she buried her face in his neck, whimpering as she felt him pressing against her womb.
"Where—hngh~!—where are we—aahh~!—going~?"
"Nowhere," he replied, taking a few steps away from the altar until his back was against the cave wall. "Just getting a better angle."
Before she could ask what he meant, he 'moved'.
PAH!
"Hnnngh~!"
Standing upright, using gravity and his grip on her ass to control her movements, he began bouncing her on his cock like she weighed nothing.
PAH PAH!
"Aahh~! Hnng~!"
PAH PAH PAH!
"HIEKK~! AHH~! NNNGH~!!"
This angle was different—deeper somehow, hitting spots inside her that made her see stars. Her breasts bounced wildly between their bodies, the soft flesh jiggling with each impact, nipples dragging against his chest in a delicious friction that added to the overwhelming sensations.
"Too—AAHHH~!—deep~! You're—HHNGH~!—too deep~!!"
"Not deep enough," he countered, his voice strained now, showing the first signs of exertion. "Need to—fuck—reach your core properly—"
His clinical explanation was undermined by the increasingly brutal pace of his thrusts, each one punctuated by the obscene PAH of flesh meeting flesh.
She could feel it building again—that impossible pressure coiling in her core, tighter and more intense than before.
"N-no~! Not—AHHH~!—not again~! I can't—HNNNGH~!!"
"You can," he growled, one hand moving from her ass to grab her tail again, tugging firmly.
"HIEEKKK~~!!!"
The dual stimulation—his cock pounding her pussy and his hand pulling her tail—triggered her second orgasm with almost violent intensity.
"AAAHHHNNNGGGHH~~~!!!"
Her whole body seized up, back arching so hard she nearly bent backward, legs clamping around his waist in a death grip, pussy clenching his cock so tight he actually groaned.
"Fuck—that's—"
PAH PAH PAH!
He didn't stop, didn't slow, just kept fucking her through it while she screamed and sobbed and clawed at his back, completely lost to the overwhelming pleasure.
This orgasm lasted longer than the first, wave after wave of contractions rippling through her core, and she felt something 'shift' inside her—
Her damaged dantian pulsed, responding to the spiritual energy flowing from his cock, beginning the slow process of reconstruction.
But she was too overwhelmed to fully process it, too lost in the sensation of cumming harder than she ever thought possible.
When she finally came down, gasping and shaking, she realized he still hadn't cum.
Was still rock-hard inside her.
Still slowly thrusting despite her oversensitive walls clenching and fluttering around him.
"H-how—hngh~!—how are you—aahh~!"
"Stamina," he said simply, carrying her back toward the altar. "And medical knowledge. I know exactly how to control my body."
He laid her down on the stone surface, and she sprawled there boneless, legs falling open, pussy still stretched around his cock as he loomed over her.
From this angle, she could see everything—her pale thighs spread wide, the place where their bodies joined, his thick shaft glistening with her juices as it disappeared inside her pink, swollen pussy.
The sight was obscene. Lewd beyond anything she'd ever imagined.
And yet she couldn't look away.
"Beautiful," he murmured, one hand trailing up her inner thigh, thumb moving to press against her clit.
"HNNNGH~!!" She jerked violently, oversensitive from two orgasms. "N-no more~! Please~!"
"We're not done," he said, beginning to move again—slow, deep strokes that made her back arch off the stone. "Not until I'm satisfied you can handle this."
"But—AHHH~!—I already—HNGH~!"
"Came twice, yes," he acknowledged, his pace gradually increasing. "But you need to cum at least one more time while I fill you. The spiritual energy transfer is most effective during simultaneous orgasm."
He said it so clinically, like he was explaining a medical procedure rather than telling her he planned to fuck her until they came together.
PAH!
"Hngh~!"
PAH PAH!
"Aahh~! Nnngh~!"
His thrusts became harder again, each one making her breasts bounce and jiggle, the soft mounds flattening slightly against her chest before bouncing back.
Her tail was trapped beneath her, sending constant stimulation through her system with each impact against the stone.
"Please~!" She was crying again, hands reaching for him desperately. "Kiss me~! I need—AHHH~!—need you to—HNGH~!"
He leaned down, bracing himself on his forearms on either side of her head, and captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
PAH PAH PAH!
The new angle let him thrust even deeper, his cock driving into her womb with each stroke while his tongue dominated her mouth.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, legs around his waist, holding him as close as physically possible while he pounded into her.
"Mmmph~! Nnngh~! Hnnng~!"
Her moans were muffled by the kiss, but no less desperate, no less overwhelmed.
She could taste him—masculine and somehow familiar despite never having kissed him before this. Could feel every inch of his body pressed against hers. Could feel his heartbeat matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
When he broke the kiss, she gasped for air, silver eyes unfocused and dilated, drool sliding down her chin.
"You're mine," he growled against her lips, his voice rough with arousal and possession. "Say it. Tell me who you belong to."
"Y-yours~!" she cried out immediately, no hesitation. "I'm—AAHHH~!—I'm yours~! Only—HNGH~!—yours~!"
"Good girl." He rewarded her by reaching between their bodies to rub her clit in tight circles.
"HIEEKK~~!"
PAH PAH PAH PAH!
"AAHHH~! HHNGH~! NNNGH~! HIEEKKK~!!"
The combination of sensations—his cock hammering her pussy, his fingers on her clit, his weight pressing her into the stone, his lips trailing down her neck—was too much.
"I'M—AGAIN~! I'M—AAAHHHNNNGGGHH~~~!!!"