Chapter 423: Rematch
Ignis’s golden eyes, hazy with pleasure, traced the lines of Adam’s face as she slowed her pace just enough to catch her breath. Her hand came up, fingers brushing against his jaw, his cheek, the curve of his horns, a soft, shuddering laugh escaping her.
"Haanh... ahn... Adam..." Her voice was breathless, thick with desire. "Are you... are you close...?"
Adam’s hands tightened on her hips, his jaw clenching as she moved above him. A low, strained chuckle rumbled from his chest, his voice rough with pleasure.
"Your pussy keeps squeezing me, Ignis... I think you’re the one who’s about to climax."
Ignis’s hips rolled in response, a sharp, desperate moan tearing from her throat as she ground down against him. Her inner walls clenched around him, hot and tight, and she could feel the way he throbbed inside her—so close to the edge.
"Hnnn—!" Her voice broke, ragged and raw. "I can feel it too... your cock is twitching inside me. You’re about to cum too, aren’t you?"
Her pace quickened, her body chasing the peak that hovered just out of reach.
Ignis’s breath came in ragged, desperate gasps as she rode him, her movements growing sloppier, less controlled. Her voice cracked, raw and needy.
"Hahnn... Adam... I can’t... I can’t hold on much longer..."
Adam’s lips curved into a smile. His voice was low, rough, carrying a teasing edge.
"Oh? Are you ready to surrender?"
Ignis’s brows furrowed, a flicker of defiance breaking through the haze of pleasure. Her voice came out breathless, but edged with frustration.
"Why... why won’t you cum, Adam...? Is my pussy not good enough for you...?"
Adam’s hands tightened on her hips, and with a sudden, fluid motion, he flipped their positions. Ignis gasped as her back hit the water-smoothed stone, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he loomed over her. Her breasts bounced with the shift, the moonlight catching the curve of them as she lay beneath him, breathless and wanting.
Adam’s voice was low and steady.
"I don’t like losing."
He began to move—his hips driving into her with deep, powerful strokes. Ignis’s head fell back, a sharp, desperate cry tearing from her throat.
"Ahhnnh! Adam!!!"
Adam’s pace was relentless, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. Ignis’s nails dug into his shoulders, her body arching beneath him as pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
"Adam!! I’m—I’m going to—!"
He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a low, commanding growl.
"Cum for me, Ignis."
And she did.
Ignis’s body convulsed beneath him, a sharp, broken cry tearing from her throat as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her inner walls clenched around him, milking him as she rode out her climax.
Adam followed moments later, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as he released inside her with a series of hot, pulsing spurts.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Thick, warm fluid flooded Ignis’s womb, and she gasped sharply as the sensation sent another wave of pleasure rippling through her. Her body trembling as she felt herself being filled.
"Ahhnn—!" Ignis’s voice cracked, her eyes fluttering shut. "My womb... it’s so warm..."
Her body shuddered through the aftershocks, her fingers still digging into Adam’s shoulders as she clung to him. A thin sheen of sweat covered both of them, their breathing ragged, their chests heaving in the quiet moonlight.
When the last drops of his release finally faded, their eyes met. Adam’s forehead was slick with sweat, a tired but satisfied grin spreading across his face. His voice came out breathless, but carried that same familiar smugness.
"Heh... I win."
Ignis’s golden eyes narrowed, a spark of defiant fire flickering through the haze of pleasure. She was still catching her breath, her body trembling, but her voice carried that stubborn, competitive edge.
"Rematch. I want a rematch. I’m not satisfied yet."
Adam’s low chuckle rumbled through him. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, languid kiss. Their tongues met, sliding together in a slow, intimate dance that left them both breathless.
When he finally pulled back, a thin thread of saliva connected them for a moment before breaking. His voice was soft, carried a note of dark amusement as he murmured against her lips.
"Maybe it’s because I’m drunk. My body wants to keep going too."
Ignis’s lips curved into a sly, knowing smile, her golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Just admit it’s because I’m beautiful, so you don’t want to stop."
Adam’s smile widened, his hand sliding up to cradle her jaw. He leaned in, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her neck, his lips and tongue tracing a path along her skin. Ignis’s breath hitched, a soft, involuntary moan escaping her throat.
"Hnn... Adam..."
Her body stirred beneath him, the heat beginning to build again as his mouth worked its way lower. Her fingers tangled in his damp hair, pulling him closer, her voice a breathless, needy whisper.
"Don’t stop... I want more..."
Adam’s voice was low against her skin, a dark, satisfied hum vibrating through his chest.
"I won’t."
Adam’s hips began to move again, slow and deep at first, then building into a steady rhythm. Ignis’s moans grew louder, her body arching beneath him as pleasure coiled in her belly once more.
"Hmnhn... Adam..." Her voice was breathless, her golden eyes hazy with desire. "I want... to have lots of children... ahhnn!!"
Adam’s breath hitched at her words. His hips faltered for just a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. His voice came out strained, caught between amusement and the raw pleasure of her tight warmth around him.
"Not yet... it’s not the right time..."
But even as he said it, his hips didn’t stop. They moved faster, deeper, driven by a primal urge he couldn’t quite suppress. The thought of her carrying his child—of seeing her belly swell with life they had created together—sent a sharp, possessive thrill through him.
’Shit... why does that thought turn me on so much...?’
Ignis felt the change in his rhythm, the way his grip on her hips tightened, the way his breathing grew rougher. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips, her voice a low, teasing purr.
"Heh... you say it’s not the right time... but your body is saying something different..."
Adam’s jaw tightened, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He didn’t deny it. His body was moving on its own now, chasing the heat of her, the tight, wet grip of her around him.
They moved together, lost in the rhythm, their bodies speaking a language that needed no words. The moonlight painted silver patterns across their skin, the waterfall providing a soft, constant melody.
When they finally reached their peak, it was together—a shared release that left them both trembling and breathless. Adam collapsed beside her, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her close. Ignis curled into his chest, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her lips.
"...That was... amazing..." she murmured.
Adam’s voice came out low, rough with satisfaction.
"Yeah... it was."
They lay there in comfortable silence, the water lapping gently around them, the moonlight casting silver ripples across their intertwined forms. Ignis’s fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest, her voice a soft, sleepy murmur.
"Next time... I’m going to win."
Adam’s lips curved into a tired but genuine smile.
"We’ll see about that."
But even as the words left his mouth, a flicker of unease crossed his mind.
’I hope Ignis doesn’t get pregnant from this....’