The Dream That Refused to End
With a broken, desperate cry—“Ahh—!”—her body jolted violently as she swallowed his massive length to the hilt. The heat inside her was scalding, as though her very veins were boiling over. At the same time, her slender legs wrapped tight around his waist tightened with all their strength.
His rigid tip relentlessly hammered against the tight ring of her inner walls, pushing deeper and deeper until it battered the very end. Each time he pulled out, the clinging, slick flesh dragged along his shaft in a slick, dragging sensation that made her shiver uncontrollably.
Her soft, heavy breasts were crushed against his rock-hard chest, nipples rubbing together in a wet, sticky mess. Their hearts hammered against each other with frantic intensity, racing so fast it felt as if they might burst from the sheer force of it.
With every repeated thrust, her legs grew stronger, and even as he pulled out, he thrust back in with increasing speed, each stroke drawing another broken sound from her throat.
“Hng… ng… ng!”
Vivienne let out a long, trembling whimper with every thrust, her voice cracking as pleasure overwhelmed her.
Her wet, heavy balls slapped heavily against her slit and anus with every deep thrust, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing lewdly in the quiet room.
From the junction where his cock was buried to the hilt, the wet, obscene squelching of thick, sticky fluid filled the air—plap, plap, plap—as it squirted out with every withdrawal.
He buried his face in the back of her neck, biting and sucking at the pale skin as though he wanted to leave his mark forever, as though he wanted to choke the air from her lungs.
When she begged, “Please… wait… Kian,” he simply smiled against her neck and whispered, “You’re too small anyway. I can’t fit anymore.”
Then he pressed forward with a slow, deliberate grind until his hips met hers with an audible click, sealing them completely together. Her breath caught in her throat, and her entire pelvis burned with the searing heat of him.
Every time he drove his hips forward, her vision flashed white. He pinned her down completely and hammered relentlessly at that one perfect spot, and her pleasure built higher and higher until she felt as though she might overflow.
The excitement rose up her spine, shaking her core and vibrating through her entire body like thunder.
“Hah—!”
Finally, she reached her peak.
Her toes curled in the air as her climax crashed over her in waves, the sensation like being struck by lightning on the night she had seen a storm—intense, blinding, and utterly consuming.
Tears spilled over, blurring her vision. She stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling the turmoil inside her belly, the empty void of her eyes reflecting nothing but pure ecstasy.
Clear fluid dripped steadily from her, soaking her scrotum in a sticky mess.
Even though she had already climaxed, he did not stop. The walls of her pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock as though trying to milk him dry, twisting and squeezing greedily.
He groaned deeply, the hot, swollen flesh of his member pulsing as though it had been locked in a vice. The burning mucous membrane clung to him mercilessly, as if the two of them had become one.
“Haa…”
He tried to hold back, but his endurance was at its limit.
His urethra throbbed painfully as he filled her to the brim with thick ropes of cum.
The clinging, sticky sensation of his swollen member pressing against her walls. The scalding heat of her inner flesh felt like molten iron. Kian’s cock seemed to melt and flow like heated steel, growing hotter and hotter.
“Kuh…”
With a short groan, his hips locked rigid.
His cock twitched violently as he emptied himself deep inside her, flooding her womb with thick, white seed.
At first, his movements were stiff and contained, but then he began to thrust again, slowly and deliberately, milking every last drop from her. The ridged inner walls of her pussy trembled and convulsed around him in waves, and he savored the sensation lazily, like waves gently lapping against him, teasing him endlessly.
It was addictive.
Even after he had finished, his cock still seemed to harden again.
When he finally pulled out, a messy mixture of cum and her own fluids leaked from her.
“Haa… haa…”
A broken moan escaped Vivienne’s lips.
Her body felt completely spent, yet the thought of her precious seed leaking out made her panic. It was unbearable! She snapped back to reality.
This was Kian’s seed. She could not let it spill.
She did not know when they would mate again. For now… she had no strength left to endure it.
In a desperate attempt to prevent even a drop from flowing out, she tried to squeeze her thighs together—until a large hand stopped her.
“Wh-what… haa…!”
Before she could even protest, a thick, rigid pillar forced its way through her inner walls again.
They had just finished… again?
…God, no.
Her face drained of all color.
* * *
Dawn was breaking, hazy and soft.
Vivienne blinked slowly, eyelids heavy.
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was his broad, firm chest.
Strong arms wrapped tightly around her entire body. She was being held by someone—definitely him.
She wanted to confirm it was Kian.
Quietly, so as not to wake him, she lifted her head and studied his sleeping face.
It was Kian. The cold, radiant man who was like the moon above the sky.
She was afraid that if she blinked, he would disappear like a mirage.
But even after blinking several times, he was still there.
‘Is this… a dream?’
She had wondered that many times since he had kissed her.
She could not believe it with just her eyes.
She carefully withdrew her hand from where it had been trapped against him and touched his body tentatively.
First, his chest. It was firm yet soft. When she pressed her fingers into it, it still sank in slightly. The inside felt dense with muscle, strong and solid.
Completely different from her own gentle breasts.
Size alone made it obvious… overwhelming.
Since his chest was so broad, his back must be equally wide. She wanted to turn him over and see, but she could not. Not with him asleep.
Vivienne imagined burying her face in his wide back, rubbing her cheek against him, and the thought made her heart flutter with joy.
She stroked the sharp, strong line of his collarbone—sharp like a blade, yet masculine, just like the jawline she had always admired.
…And his lips.
She hesitated for a moment, then lightly touched the thick, red lips with her fingertip.
They had often hurt her before, but last night had been different.
Soft. Playful. Sticky. Hot.
Thinking about how he had bitten and sucked every inch of her body until she was ready to burst made her face burn with shame and excitement she could not describe in words.
Soon, she felt a strange warmth between her legs.
Even though mating had ended, her lower belly still tightened strangely whenever she remembered last night.
Still… mating was over.
She wondered when he would kiss her so gently again.
It might be wrong, but she just wanted… just once. To secretly kiss him.
Vivienne carefully lifted her head and pressed her lips softly against his.
“…!”
Instantly, her body flipped over. His wet tongue invaded her mouth like a thief, stealing the breath from her lungs.
The kiss felt as though she was being bitten and devoured—intense, greedy, and dizzying.
Even though she was dizzy, he dug deeper, sucking the air from her mouth until she was completely breathless. Saliva flowed and mingled, filling the room with lewd, wet sounds.
‘I-I can’t breathe…!’
Vivienne pushed at his chest desperately with both hands. He pulled away with a wet, gasping sound.
She slowly opened her tightly shut eyes, and Kian looked down at her with burning eyes.
“Haa, haa… I-I’m sorry. Hic… I… I can’t breathe…”
“You kept sneaking into someone who was sleeping. Vivi.”
Looking at her trembling breathlessly, Kian slowly licked his lower lip with his tongue and licked his lips in satisfaction.
“You should have been prepared for this much.”
Before the words even left his mouth, he buried his face in her neck. At the same time, his large hand rubbed her between the legs as though gauging her state.
“Still wet, I see.”
Yes, she was wet—but this part was a little unfair.
It was not that she was still wet. It was that she had not dried yet.
Because he had filled her belly with so much cum all night long, it had not had time to dry.
“……”
“So lewd.”
His hardened center, now stiff and swollen, pressed threateningly against the slit between her thighs.
The signal that the mating they had just finished was about to start again.