Chapter 97: All Night**
Clara’s walls clenched around him — It was so fucking tight and wet.
Lucian groaned low in his throat, his fingers gripping her hips hard.
"Aaah— Kael— you’re so deep—"
Lucian pulled back slowly. Almost all the way out. Clara whimpered at the loss, her hips chasing him, trying to pull him back in.
Then he slammed forward.
Bam.
"AHNNN!"
The bed frame slammed against the wall. Clara’s breasts bounced with the impact. Her mouth fell open, a silent scream on her lips.
Lucian set a rhythm.
Each thrust drove Clara up the mattress, each pull-back dragged a desperate whine from her throat.
Pam. Pam. Pam. Pam.
The sound of skin against skin filled the room. Clara’s thighs trembled on either side of his waist. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, at his back, at his shoulders, leaving red lines across his pale skin.
"Aah— aah— aah—" Her moans came with every thrust, punctuated by the creaking of the bed and the rhythmic slap of his hips against hers. "Fuck— fuck— ahhn— don’t stop—"
Lucian leaned down, catching one of her bouncing breasts in his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking the nipple while his hips never stopped moving.
"Nnngh— Kael—!" Clara’s back arched, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth. Her walls tightened around him like a vice.
He released her breast with a wet pop and straightened up, gripping both her thighs. He pushed her legs wider, folding her nearly in half, and increased his pace.
Pam-pam-pam-pam-pam—
"AAAHHH— Too fast— ahhn— too— nngh— don’t— don’t stop—"
Her words contradicted themselves. Her body told the truth — her hips met every thrust, her walls squeezed him tighter, her moans grew louder and more desperate.
"I’m— I’m close— aahhh—"
"Cum for me," Lucian said, his voice low and rough.
Clara shattered.
"AAAAAHHHHHN—"
Her entire body seized. Her walls clamped down on him like a vice — milking his dick as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her head thrashed on the pillow. Her toes curled. A gush of fluid flooded around his shaft.
Ah... ah... ah... ah...
Lucian didn’t stop. He rode her through it, thrusting through her orgasm.
"I’m cumming— aahhh— inside— cum inside—"
Lucian thrust deep. As deep as he could go. His dick throbbed, and he released — thick, hot ropes of cum flooding her insides.
"Aaaahnnn—"
Clara moaned as she felt him fill her. Her hips bucked weakly, milking every last drop.
Lucian stayed buried inside her, panting. Sweat dripped from his silver hair onto her chest.
Clara looked up at him with hazy, satisfied blue eyes. A lazy smile spread across her flushed face.
"That’s one," she breathed.
Lucian pulled out slowly. A thick stream of cum poured from her stretched, swollen entrance, soaking into the sheets beneath her.
Clara watched it drip out and bit her lip. "So much..."
Lucian’s dick was still hard. Still glistening with their combined fluids. Still rock hard.
Clara’s eyes widened. "You’re still—"
"Turn around."
Clara swallowed. Her body obeyed before her mind caught up. She flipped onto her hands and knees, her ass raised, her cum-soaked pussy on full display. Thick white fluid still leaked from her pink entrance, running down her inner thighs.
Lucian gripped her hips and positioned himself behind her.
"Wait— not too— aaaah—"
He thrust in to the hilt in one smooth motion.
Bam.
"AHHHN—"
Clara’s arms buckled. Her face hit the pillow. Her ass stayed raised, her pussy clenching desperately around the sudden intrusion.
Lucian didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again.
Bam.
"*Ah— ah— ahhn— slower—"
He didn’t slow down.
Pam. Pam. Pam. Pam.
Each thrust drove Clara forward into the pillow. Her moans were muffled, desperate, muffled cries of pleasure mixed with something close to overload.
Pam-pam-pam—
"Nnngh— Kael— ahhh— too much— ahhn— it’s too—"
Her words dissolved into incoherent moaning. Lucian’s hips slapped against her ass with each thrust — pam, pam, pam — the sound sharp and wet in the quiet room. Her pussy made obscene squelching sounds with every movement, filled with his cum from the first round, the fluids splashing out around his shaft.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
"Look at this pussy," Lucian growled. "Taking all of it."
"Aahhn— shut up— nngh—"
He grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled. Clara’s head snapped back, her moans now loud and clear, echoing off the walls.
"AAAHHH— Kael— ahhn— I’m cumming again— aaahhh—"
Her walls clamped down. Her body shook. Another orgasm ripped through her — smaller than the first, but intense enough to make her knees buckle.
Lucian didn’t stop. He kept pounding her.
"Wait— ahhh— too fast— nngh— I can’t—"
Pam. Pam. Pam. Pam. Pam.
Clara’s moans turned into continuous cries — just one long, desperate wail of pleasure that built and built with each thrust.
"Aah— aah— aah— aah— aaaaahhhhn—"
Lucian felt himself approaching the edge. His grip on her hips tightened. His thrusts became harder, faster, more erratic.
Bam-bam-bam-bam—
"I’m cumming—"
"Inside— please— ahhh— inside—"
He buried himself deep and released again. Another thick load flooded her already-full pussy. Clara moaned as she felt the warmth spread inside her, her walls clenching weakly around him.
"Aaahnn..." She collapsed onto the pillow, her body trembling.
Lucian pulled out. Another flood of cum poured from her — white, thick, mixed with her own juices. It dripped onto the ruined sheets in long, sticky strings.
Clara didn’t move. She lay face-down, ass still raised, breathing hard into the pillow. Her body was flushed from her neck to her lower back.
"That’s two," she mumbled into the pillow.
Lucian said nothing. He flipped her onto her back.
Clara looked up at him with wide eyes. "Again? I just— ah—"
He pushed her legs apart and entered her again.
"Aaaahhh—"
Pam. Pam. Pam.
This time was slower. Lucian watched Clara’s face as he moved — her furrowed brow, her parted lips, the way her eyes rolled back when he hit a certain spot.
"Nnngh— right there— ahhn— right there—"
He angled his hips and hit the same spot again.
"AAAHHHN—" Clara’s nails raked down his chest, leaving red trails. "Fuck— ahhh— fuck— ahhn—"
He kept hitting that spot. Over and over. Precise. Relentless.
Clara’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. Her moans were getting higher, breathier, more desperate.
"Ah— ah— ah— ahhhn— I’m— I’m—"
She came again. Her walls squeezed him in rhythmic pulses. Her back arched off the bed. Her mouth opened in a silent scream.
Lucian didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm.
"*Ah— ah— ahhn—"
He came inside her a third time. Clara whimpered as the warmth filled her, her body too exhausted to do anything but twitch.
"Aahnn..."
Lucian pulled out. Cum flooded from her pussy again — there was so much now that the sheets beneath her were thoroughly soaked, a dark wet patch spreading wider with each passing second.
Clara lay there, chest heaving, eyes half-closed.
"Three," she whispered.
Lucian pulled her up. She went limp in his arms, like a ragdoll. He repositioned her — this time on top. Clara straddled him weakly, her thighs trembling on either side of his hips.
"I can’t move," she breathed.
"You don’t have to."
He gripped her hips and thrust up into her.
"AAAAHHHN—"
Clara’s head fell forward, her blonde hair curtaining her face. Her hands landed flat on his chest for support.
Lucian held her hips and fucked up into her from below — hard, fast thrusts that made her breasts bounce wildly.
Pam. Pam. Pam. Pam.
"*Ah— ah— ahhn— Kael— ahhh— your stamina— nngh— it’s insane— ahhn—"
Clara’s body moved on autopilot now — her hips rolling weakly to meet his thrusts, her walls clenching around him with every movement. Sweat dripped from her chin onto his chest.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
The sounds were obscene. Her pussy was so full of cum that every thrust pushed some of it out, the white fluid splattering against his thighs and stomach.
"Aah— aah— aah— I’m cumming— aaahhh— again— AAAHHHN—"
Her fourth orgasm hit her like a wave. Her whole body shuddered. Her walls clamped down so hard that Lucian groaned, his hips stuttering.
He came with her. Fourth load. Deep inside.
"Aaahnn..." Clara collapsed onto his chest, her body completely spent. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps against his neck.
Lucian wrapped one arm around her back. His other hand stroked her hair.
They lay like that for a minute. Two minutes. Clara’s breathing slowly steadied.
Then Lucian rolled her off him and onto her side.
"What are you— ah—"
He entered her from behind, spooning her, one hand gripping her thigh, the other wrapping around to cup her breast.
"Aaaahhh— Kael— ahhn— I can’t— I really can’t—"
He thrust into her slowly. Deep. Each stroke deliberate and controlled.
"Nnngh— ah— ahhn—"
Her hips still moved to meet his thrusts, her breath hitched when he pinched her nipple.
"*Ah— ah— ahhn— how— nngh— how are you still— ahhh— going—"
His stamina was absurd — vampiric endurance that seemed to have no bottom.
Minutes passed. Clara’s quiet moans built back up. Her walls tightened again. Her breathing quickened.
"Ah— ah— ahhn— I’m— ahhh— close— aaahhhn—"
Clara moaned as they cummed together.
Clara went limp.
He pulled out. Cum poured from her exhausted pussy, adding to the massive stain beneath them.
"You idiot," Clara murmured, barely audible.
Lucian flipped her onto her stomach. She didn’t resist. She didn’t have the strength to.
He lifted her hips, positioned a pillow under her, and entered her from behind one more time.
"Aah— Kael— nngh— no more— ahhn— please— ahhh—"
He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.
"One more."
"No way"
"Please"
"Nnngh—"
He started slow. Gentle, even. His hips rolled in deep, languid strokes. Clara whimpered beneath him, her fingers weakly gripping the pillow.
Pam... pam... pam...
"Ah... ah... ahhn..."
He gradually increased the pace. Clara’s whimpers turned back into moans. Her hips, despite everything, started moving again.
Pam. Pam. Pam. Pam.
"*Aah— aah— ahhn— I’m— ahhh— I’m going to— aaahhhn—"
"AAAHHHHNN—"
Sixth orgasm. Clara screamed into the pillow. Her entire body convulsed. Her walls clamped down so violently that Lucian’s vision went white.
He buried himself to the hilt and came. His cum mixed with the five loads already inside her, filling her to the point of overflowing. White fluid leaked out around his shaft, dripping down her thighs, soaking the pillow beneath her hips.
Clara collapsed. Completely. Utterly. Done.
Lucian pulled out slowly. A flood of cum followed — thick, white, seemingly endless — pooling beneath her.
Lucian sat back on his heels, wiping sweat from his brow.
He was still hard.