Chapter 195: Night With Sophie**
Kael’s hand slid down Sophie’s stomach as he continued working her breast with his mouth. Her abdominal muscles tensed beneath his palm — firm from the light body refinement she’d begun — and her breath hitched when his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her dress.
"Kael..." Her voice was shaky. "The girls could come back—"
"They won’t."
His fingers found her. She was already wet — and the heat that met his touch made him groan against her breast.
"Ahnn... wait..."
He didn’t wait.
Two fingers slid inside her with ease, and Sophie’s moan broke free — louder than before, rawer, the carefully constructed restraint of a noble wife dissolving under his touch. Her hips moved instinctively, grinding against his hand, chasing sensation she’d denied herself for weeks.
"You’re soaking," Kael murmured against her skin. "Did you miss me that much? or is it my dick you miss?"
"Both," Sophie gasped. "Both, both aahhnn—"
Her hand found him. Her fingers wrapped around his cock through his pants — and she stroked him with desperate urgency. Back and forth.
Kael withdrew his fingers and gripped her wrist.
"Why don’t we go to the bedroom."
Sophie didn’t argue.
The bedroom was warm and dim, lit only by the amber glow of mana lamps. Sophie’s bed was larger than the one in the Sixth Branch residence — soft sheets, too many pillows, the kind of luxury that came from being a wife of the Family Head.
Kael stripped her dress off in one motion. Sophie stood before him in nothing, her curves illuminated by soft light, milk still beading on her nipples from his earlier attention. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving, her eyes half-lidded with want.
"Lie down."
She lay back on the sheets. Her legs parted instinctively — an invitation she couldn’t have hidden if she’d tried. The wetness between her thighs glistened in the amber light.
Kael shed his own clothes and climbed over her. His cock pressed against her entrance — the heat of him against the heat of her teasing her as he smirked.
"Kael, please..."
"Please what?"
"Put it in. I need—ahnn—"
He thrust forward.
Sophie’s moan filled the room. Her walls clenched around him, tight and hot and wet, gripping his cock like she never wanted to let go.
Pam.
The first slap of his hips against hers. Then another. Pam. Pam.
Kael set a brutal pace from the start. Deep, hard strokes that drove Sophie up the bed with each thrust. Her breasts bounced with the impact, milk splashing in thin trails across her chest and the sheets beneath her.
"Ahnn— Kael— too fast— ahhhn—"
"You can take it."
He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, leveraging his body weight to drive even deeper. Sophie’s back arched off the mattress. Her moans became continuous — a stream of breathless sounds that mixed with the rhythmic pam pam pam of their bodies colliding.
"Don’t stop— please— don’t stop— ahhhhnn—"
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. Her heels dug into his lower back. Every thrust sent a jolt through her that made her toes curl and her fingers claw at the sheets above her head.
Kael released her wrists and cupped both breasts instead. His thumbs pressed into her nipples as he fucked her, and milk squirted from both breasts with each squeeze — warm sprays that painted her chest and dripped down her sides.
"I’m close— Kael— I’m— ahhhhhnnn—"
"Cum for me."
Sophie shattered.
Her walls clamped down like a vice, pulsing with violent contractions that milked his cock with every spasm. Her mouth opened in a silent scream before sound caught up — a long, wailing moan that echoed off the walls. Her entire body trembled, legs tightening around him, back arching so high only her shoulders and heels touched the bed.
Kael didn’t stop. He fucked her through the orgasm, drawing it out, extending it until Sophie was sobbing his name between gasps.
When he finally came, it was with a groan that rattled his chest. He buried himself to the hilt and released — pulse after pulse of hot cum flooding her insides, filling her until it leaked out around his cock with each thrust.
Sophie moaned weakly as she felt it. "So much... ahhnn... there’s so much..."
Kael withdrew as cum immediately poured from her overstuffed pussy, pooling on the sheets beneath her.
He flipped her over.
"Hands and knees."
Sophie complied on shaking arms, her ass raised, cum still dripping from her swollen entrance. Kael positioned himself behind her and slid back in with a single stroke.
"Ahnn— Kael— I’m still sensitive—"
"Good. Then you can feel every moment of this."
Pam. Pam. Pam. Pam.
This angle was deeper. Each thrust drove his cock against spots inside her that made Sophie’s arms buckle. She collapsed face-first into the pillows, ass still raised, moaning into the fabric as Kael fucked her from behind.
His hands found her breasts — hanging heavy beneath her, swaying with each impact. He squeezed and milk sprayed onto the sheets. He pinched her nipples and she screamed into the pillow. He pulled her upright by the hair so her back pressed against his chest, and he fucked her in that position while one hand worked her clit and the other gripped her throat.
"Kael— ahhhn— I’m going to— again— ahhhhhh—"
She came again. Harder than the first time. Her walls crushed his cock so tight that he nearly finished with her, but he held back through sheer willpower.
He bent her over the edge of the bed. Then against the bedroom wall. Then back to the bed in missionary with her legs over his shoulders. Each position drew different sounds from her — gasps, whimpers, screams, the soft sobbing moan that meant she’d lost count of her orgasms.
Hours passed.
The bathroom was steamy and dim, lit by a single mana lamp near the entrance. A large bathtub — big enough for three — sat against the far wall, filled with hot water that carried a faint medicinal scent.
Sophie knelt between Kael’s legs as he sat on the edge of the tub. Her hair was tied back in a loose knot, wet strands clinging to her neck and shoulders. Her eyes were hazy — exhausted but satisfied in a way that radiated from every inch of her skin.
She pressed her breasts together around his cock.
The soft, heavy flesh swallowed him completely — warm, slick, impossibly smooth. His cockhead emerged from the top of her cleavage with each slow movement, already leaking precum that added to the slippery friction.
Sophie leaned forward and took the tip into her mouth.
Schlp.
Her tongue swirled around the head as her breasts massaged the shaft — up and down, up and down, a rhythm that was slow enough to drive him insane but fast enough to maintain the buildup.
"Mmm..." The vibration of her moan traveled through his cock and into his spine.
She pulled back, letting his cock rest in the valley of her breasts for a moment, and looked up at him with those warm brown eyes. A string of precum connected her lips to his tip.
"You’re close," she murmured.
She took him back into her mouth and resumed the rhythm. Breasts squeezing. Tongue working. Hands braced on his thighs for leverage.
Kael’s fingers tangled in her hair. His hips twitched.
Sophie sucked harder.
He came with a groan, pulsing into her mouth. She swallowed what she could — wave after wave — but the volume was too much. Cum overflowed from her lips, running down her chin and dripping onto her breasts, mixing with the warm water and the sweat that still glistened on her skin.
When he finished, Sophie sat back on her heels and wiped her chin with the back of her hand. A thin trail of cum connected her fingers to her lips.
She looked beautiful.
Kael pulling her into the tub beside him, her cum-slicked body settling against his chest in the hot water.