My All Powerful System

Chapter 120: Taming and Completely Satisfying Lynxcrushers president. Ava Musk.

Lynx positioned the head of his cock against her soaking wet slit. He didn’t slam into her, her pussy was dis-virgined a few minutes ago, instead, he began a slow, unbroken push.

As he entered, the glow of his cock worked instantly, erasing any possibility of pain or friction.

Ava felt her walls stretch and yield effortlessly, her body opening wide to accommodate his girth.

Instead of the sharp sting of being stretched, a flood of warm light on his monster cock seemed to pour into her womb, filling her with an overwhelming sense of peace and arousal.

He slid all the way in, bottoming out with a soft, wet squelch. Ava let out a long, shaky gasp, her eyes fluttering open to meet his shimmering blue and silver gaze.

Lynx began to move, his pace deliberate and teaching. He gripped her hips, guiding her to rock her pelvis against him, showing her how to meet his thrusts.

He gave her more. Not faster... that wasn’t what she’d asked for. Deeper. Fuller. Each thrust a deliberate push into her that left her gasping, her eyes locked on his.

She was so wet she could hear it, the slick sound of him moving inside her, and the sound made her cheeks burn even as her hips rocked to meet him.

The pleasure wasn’t violent like it had been with Eira, it was a deep, radiating bliss that expanded from her core to her fingertips.

He began to increase the depth, sliding out until only the head remained before plunging back in with a slow, heavy force.

The sound was a rhythmic, wet sliding... shlick, shlick, shlick... as he churned through her cream.

As the passion built, the slowness evolved into a hard, passionate grind. Lynx began to drive into her with more power, his pelvis slapping against her ass with a meaty thwack, but the sensation for Ava remained pure, amplified pleasure.

There was no soreness, only the feeling of being completely filled and owned.

Her breath came in ragged hitches, her head tossing back against the pillows as the golden light of her mark pulsed violently.

Lynx groaned, his face contorting with a mix of love and lust. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent, hammering into her with a rhythmic intensity that made the bed frame creak.

The wet sounds of their joining filled the room, a symphony of slapping skin and squelching fluids.

"You’re doing so well," he said, and the praise hit her like a spark. "Taking all of me. Look at you."

She looked down at where they joined, at the glistening length of him disappearing into her, and something in her chest cracked open.

She’d never, she’d imagined this, alone in her dorm room, but she’d never imagined it like this. Never imagined feeling so full, so seen, so completely taken.

He shifted, adjusting the angle, and the next thrust hit something that made her see white.

"There," she gasped. "Right there~"

"Here?" He hit it again, exactly the same spot.

"Yes. Yes, don’t stop~"

Ava’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper. She could feel every vein of his cock rubbing against her G-spot, the friction sending waves of ecstasy crashing over her.

He didn’t stop, he kept thrusting deeper and harder attacking that spot that made her see stars.

Ava felt the climax building, like a tide rising within her, she couldn’t hold back.

She tried to warn him, tried to say something— but then he gave her one deep final thrust and her body locked up— but all that came out was his name, broken, and then she was coming, her cunt clenching around him in wave after wave, and he didn’t stop.

She screamed his name, her pussy clamping down on his cock in a series of violent, milking spasms.

She came in a blinding explosion of light, her vision whitening as she felt his seed erupt inside her.

He kept moving through it, drawing it out until she was sobbing with it, her hips bucking, her nails raking down his back.

"I hope you can take more," he said, voice rough. "Because I’m not done with you yet."

He pulled out, and she whimpered at the loss, the emptiness sudden and wrong.

But he was already turning her, guiding her onto her hands and knees, and she went willingly, eagerly, arching her back the way she’d seen Eira do.

His hands found her hips. His cock pressed against her again, slick with her release, and he pushed in with a single smooth thrust that made her cry out.

"Oh, fuck~"

"There she is," he murmured, and she could hear the smile in his voice. "That’s my Ava. That’s the one who watched me fuck Eira and got so wet she soaked through her panties."

"Fuck~ lynx~ don’t say that~"

"I could smell you." He thrust deeper, and she moaned, forehead dropping to the sheets. "Could smell how much you wanted this. Wanted me."

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, I wanted... I want—"

He reached around, fingers finding her clit, and she screamed. The pleasure doubled, tripled, crashed over her in a wave that stole her breath.

She came again, harder than the first, her body shaking, and he kept going, relentless, his fingers working her through it until she was trembling and oversensitive and still begging for more.

He flipped her onto her back again, lifting her legs onto his shoulders, folding her nearly in half.

The new angle made him feel impossibly deeper, and when he thrust, he hit her cervix again, and pleasure... not pain... intense pleasure, bloomed through her like a star going nova.

"Again," she begged. "Please, do it again..."

He gave it to her. Over and over, he drove into her, each thrust landing against that spot, each one sending her spiraling into another orgasm.

She lost count somewhere around the sixth. Maybe the seventh. All she knew was the rhythm of him, the heat of him, the way he filled her so completely she couldn’t remember what it felt like to be empty.

Lynx laughed, low, and the sound vibrated through Ava’s body. "I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you and now I can’t get enough of you. You’re fucking perfect Ava."

Ava wanted to say something clever, something that would match what he said, but all that came out was a moan as he shifted his angle again, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.

"Ahnnn~ Ahnn~ Lynx~"

Her hands fisted in the sheets. Her back arched off the bed.

"I’m... I’m going to..."

"Let go," he said. "I’ve got you."

She came screaming his name, her cunt clenching around him so hard she felt him shudder.

He pulled out, and before she could mourn the loss, he was turning her onto her side, lifting her leg, pushing back into her from behind.

She gasped, reaching back to grip his thigh, feeling him slide into her at a new angle, deeper somehow, fuller.

"You’re so greedy," he whispered against her ear. "So fucking greedy for my cock. Isn’t that right?"

"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, yes, yes..."

"You want me to fill you up? Want to feel me come inside you?"

"Please. Please, I want it..."

He thrust harder, faster, the slow tenderness of before giving way to something more urgent, more desperate.

Her body met him thrust for thrust, her moans filling the room, and she felt herself climbing toward another peak, somehow higher than all the others.

She was so close, so close, and then his hand found her clit again, and she shattered.

She came hard enough to see white, her whole body seizing, and she felt him follow her, felt his cock pulse inside her as he came with a groan that sounded like her name.

Heat flooded her, filled her, and she collapsed onto the bed, breathless, boneless, utterly wrecked.

He pulled out slowly, and she felt the loss acutely, a strange emptiness where he’d been.

She rolled onto her back, chest heaving, and found him looking down at her with something like wonder in his mismatched eyes.

"How many was that?" she managed.

"I don’t know, maybe nine?." He grinned. "And I’m just getting started."

Her eyes went wide. "Nine..."

He kissed her before she could finish, soft and deep, and she melted into it. When he pulled back, his silver mark on his head was still pulsing slowly and she could feel her golden blessed sigil responding to it.

"I told you," he said. "I’m not done with you yet."

He pulled her to the edge of the bed, standing between her thighs, and lifted her legs around his waist.

She clung to him, arms around his neck, as he pushed into her again... standing, holding her like she weighed nothing, driving into her with a rhythm that made her see stars.

She came again. And again. Each orgasm rolled into the next, a continuous wave of pleasure that never quite crested and never stopped building.

She lost count again somewhere past twelve. Maybe fourteen. All she knew was his name, falling from her lips like a prayer, and the feel of him inside her, filling her, completing her.

He came again, deep inside her, and she felt it, felt the heat of him flooding her, and it pushed her over the edge one more time.

She clung to him, shaking, sobbing with the force of it, and he held her through it, murmuring soft words she couldn’t quite hear over the roaring in her ears.

He laid her back on the bed, gentle, and she curled into him, her face pressed against his chest.

She could feel his heartbeat, fast and strong, and her own slowly matching it.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, thumb tracing lazy circles on her shoulder.

"Like I’ve been struck by lightning," she said, and laughed weakly. "In the best way."

"Good." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, right over her sigil, and she felt it flare.

"Because I’m still not finished with you."

She should have been exhausted. She was exhausted. But the flare of his cock sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and she found herself nodding, found herself spreading her legs again, found herself begging for more.

He gave it to her.

This time, he was slower, more deliberate, drawing out each thrust until she was trembling on the edge, then pulling back until she was desperate.

He teased her, tormented her, brought her to the brink again and again without letting her fall. She begged. She pleaded.

She said things she’d never thought she’ll say to anyone, things she’d barely admitted to herself, and he took them all, held them, gave them back to her as pleasure.

"Please," she sobbed. "Please, I need~"

"You need what?"

"You. I need you. I need to cum..."

"Then cum." He thrust deep, hitting her cervix, and she shattered. "Come for me, Ava. On my fucking cock."

She came screaming his name, her body arching off the bed, her cunt clenching around him in wave after wave.

He followed her, coming inside her with a groan, and she felt the heat of him, the pulse of him, and it was too much. It was everything.

She was barely conscious when he pulled out and gathered her into his arms. Ava felt herself drifting, floating, held in a warmth that felt like safety.

"Eighteen," she heard his murmur. "I counted."

Ava wanted to say something, wanted to tell him she loved him, wanted him to know how much she did. But her eyes were too heavy, her body was too warm, too satisfied.

She felt herself slipping under, felt the darkness rising to claim her, and she let it.

The last thing she felt was his lips on her forehead, and his voice, soft and low, saying something she couldn’t quite catch.

Something that sounded like a promise.

Then the world went soft and golden, and she was gone.