Once he was buried to the hilt, he held still for a moment, allowing her to adjust. Then, he began to move. The slow, measured pace from before was gone, replaced by a raw, primal rhythm. He pulled back almost all the way, only to slam back into her, deep and hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Martha's muffled cries of pleasure and exertion.
Each thrust drove her forward, her face grinding into the mattress as he claimed her, his body a hard, unyielding force against her back. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady for his plundering assault. The bedframe creaked in protest, a counterpoint to the symphony of their rutting.
"Arthur! Oh, gods, Arthur! Yes, fuck me, harder, harder, harder" she cried out, her voice muffled by the bedding.
He responded by fucking her harder, faster. He was a man possessed, driven by a desperate need to mark her, to possess her completely. The slick heat of her pussy rubbed against his shaft with every deep plunge into her ass, driving him closer to the edge.
With a final, guttural roar, he pulled out, his cock glistening with her pussy juice, white and shiny. He flipped her over again, her body limp and pliant in his grasp. He spread her legs wide and drove into her dripping pussy in one fluid motion.
Martha cried out, her back arching off the bed as he filled her completely. He set a brutal pace, pistoning into her, the head of his cock hitting her cervix with each powerful thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding was loud, lewd, and utterly intoxicating.
Thud.
Squelch.
Squish.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her nails raking down his back as she met him thrust for thrust.
The coil of tension inside her snapped, and she screamed his name as her orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of exquisite pleasure washing through her. Her inner walls clamped down on him, milking his shaft, and it was his undoing.
With a last, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, then withdrew, pumping his hot, thick sperm all over her beautiful face. Ropes of cum painted her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, her closed eyelids. He watched, transfixed, as a single, pearly drop slid down the curve of her jaw and dripped onto the pillow.
Arthur collapsed beside her, both of them gasping for air. The cabin was once again silent, save for their ragged breaths and the dying embers in the hearth. The air was thick with the scent of their combined release.
Martha drink some of his sperm from her lips and wiped a bit of his sperm from her eyelid with a delicate finger, looking at it, then at him. Her expression was one of utter, blissful surrender. A slow, tired smile spread across her lips. "Well," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "You certainly know how to thank a woman for a home-cooked meal."
A low chuckle rumbled in Arthur's chest. He propped himself up on an elbow, his black hair falling across his brow. "And I plan on thanking you properly every single night." He reached out, tracing the line of semen on her cheek with his thumb before leaning in to kiss her softly, a tender counterpoint to the raw intensity of what had just transpired. "You and Robin are my family now, Martha. I protect what's mine." Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
Her breath hitched. His words were a vow, as binding as any contract. In that moment, she wasn't just a lonely woman finding solace in a young man's arms; she was the foundation of a new home, the heart of a future he was building brick by brick, and coin by coin. A future she now shared.
The soft lamplight illuminated the sight of them, tangled together in the aftermath of their passion. Her white hair was a chaotic sprawl against the dark sheets, her face still glistening with his release. His lean, muscular body was a study in raw power, now spent and relaxed beside her.
When their intemacy stoped the radiant glow finally subsided into a steady, soothing pulse, the room settled back into peaceful stillness.
Arthur focused his mind, calling up the familiar blue interface that floated quietly in his vision.
Level UpLevel 12 → 15Synergy Partner: Martha (Former B-Rank Hunter) New Skill Unlocked: [Haste: Lv 1]HP +500 and MP +180 increased. +4 STR, +3 AGI, +4 VIT, +2 INT increased.
Arthur smiled down at Martha as she stirred slightly, cuddling deeper into his shoulder with a quiet sigh.
With his level reaching 15, his mana pool expanding to 600, and the new [Haste] spell unlocked, his speed and combat versatility had reached an entirely new tier. He pulled the warm quilt over them both, ready to conquer whatever challenges lay on the path to D-Rank.