Arthur groaned, his hips arching off the bed. Martha took his cock into her mouth then, her lips stretching around his cock's girth. She bobbed her head, taking his cock deeper with each pass, her tongue swirling and stroking along the sensitive underside of his cock.
She was good at this, he realized with a jolt of pleasure. Her movements were confident and sure, her touch knowing. She found a rhythm, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, her other hand gently massaging his balls.
Arthur tangled his fingers in her white hair, guiding her movements, not forcefully, but with a subtle pressure that she seemed to understand instinctively. She hummed around him, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure up his spine.
"Martha," he gritted out, his control fraying. "That feels... incredible."
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and gave a slow, deliberate suck that had his toes curling. She released him with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the head of his cock.
"You taste so good, Arthur," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "So strong."
She went back to work, her tongue playing with the head of his dick, tracing the slit, swirling around the crown. Then she took his dick deep again, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. The sight of this beautiful, experienced woman, her white hair cascading over her shoulders as she pleasured him, was almost too much.
He could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, the familiar tingle that signaled his own release. But he didn't want it to end like this, not yet. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her heat and wetness enveloping him completely.
Gently, he tugged on her hair, pulling her away from him. Martha looked up, a question in her eyes, but she understood when he motioned for her to turn over.
With a soft, knowing smile, she complied, positioning herself on her hands and knees on the bed. The position pushed her full, round ass into the air, presenting her glistening pussy to him like an offering. The neat triangle of white hair between her thighs was damp with her arousal and his saliva.
Arthur knelt behind her, running his hands over the smooth curves of her hips and back. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the small hole of her ass. Martha shivered, pushing back against him.
He positioned himself at her pussy, the head of his cock nudging against her wet folds. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
"More than ready," she breathed, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Take me, Arthur. Now."
He didn't hesitate. With a smooth, steady thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her pussy. Martha cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure in her voice as he stretched her, filling her completely.
Arthur paused, giving her a moment to adjust to his size. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he began to move. He started with slow, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in, each thrust hitting a spot deep inside her that made her see stars.
"So tight," he grunted, his rhythm starting to quicken. "So wet for me."
The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a lewd, rhythmic symphony of flesh against flesh. Martha's breasts swung beneath her with each powerful thrust, the nipples hard and tight. The sight only spurred Arthur on, his movements becoming more forceful, more demanding.
He changed the angle of his hips slightly, and Martha cried out, her body convulsing as a particularly hard thrust hit her G-spot.
"Yes! Right there! Don't stop!"
Arthur obliged, hitting that same spot again and again, driving her wild with pleasure. He could feel her inner walls beginning to flutter around him, the telltale sign of her impending orgasm. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, firm circles.
That was all it took. Martha screamed, her body arching as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on him like a vise, pulsing and milking his shaft as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She collapsed onto the bed, her arms giving out, but Arthur wasn't done with her yet.
He pulled out, flipping her over onto her back before she could even catch her breath. Her legs were shaky, her body slick with sweat, but her eyes were dark with desire when she looked up at him.
"Again," she demanded, her voice hoarse. "I want more."
Arthur grinned, a feral, predatory look in his eyes. He hooked her legs over his arms, spreading her wide open as he entered her pussy again in one smooth, powerful thrust. This new position allowed him to go even deeper, and Martha gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
He established a punishing rhythm, his hips pistoning against hers, the head of his cock battering her cervix with each inward plunge. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with the force of their movements.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "I want to see your eyes when you come undone on my cock."
Martha's lids fluttered open, her gaze locking with his. The raw, unadulterated lust she saw there sent a fresh jolt of arousal through her. She met him thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet his, her inner walls clenching around him, trying to draw him deeper, to keep him inside her forever.
He could feel another orgasm building within her, a coiling tension in her belly that promised to be even more intense than the last. He reached between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit again, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
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His words were her undoing. With a strangled cry, Martha shattered, her body convulsing as a blinding wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her vision went white, her hearing muffled, all her senses focused on the exquisite sensation of him pounding into her, on the feel of him filling her so completely, so perfectly.
Arthur followed her over the edge a moment later.
Arthur followed her over the edge a moment later. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself inside her pussy. The intensity of his release stole his breath, a blinding, all-consuming rush that left him weak and trembling.
He collapsed on top of her, his body pinning hers to the mattress, their hearts beating a frantic, synchronized rhythm against their chests. Martha's arms wrapped around him, her fingers stroking his sweat-slicked back as they both struggled to catch their breath.
They lay there for a long moment, tangled together, their bodies still joined, the room filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing and the thundering of their hearts.
Finally, Arthur shifted, rolling them onto their sides so he wouldn't crush her with his weight. He remained inside her, not ready to break the connection just yet. He brushed a stray strand of white hair from her face, his thumb stroking her cheek.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.
Martha smiled, a tired, utterly contented expression on her face. "More than okay," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. "That was... incredible."
"You were incredible," he corrected, his lips finding hers for a slow, deep kiss.
After that arthur watched the faint blue light of his status interface flicker silently into view before his eyes.
Level UpLevel 10 → 12Synergy ProgressMartha (Former B-Rank Hunter)New Magic Unlocked[Flame Blade: Lv 1]New Passive skill Unlocked[Iron Recovery: Lv 1]HP +300 and MP +120 increased.+3 STR, +3 AGI, +3 VIT, +1 INT increased.
Arthur smiled down at Martha, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
With his level rising to 12, an expanded mana pool, and the newly acquired [Flame Blade] spell, his combat versatility had taken another leap forward. He closed his eyes, pulling Martha closer as he allowed himself to rest, fully prepared for whatever challenges the Adventurers' Guild would bring tomorrow.