Chapter 92: Five More to Go (R-18)
"This is less perverted to you?" Zerena asked, slightly out of breath.
Her arms were wrapped around Max’s neck, holding him close as her breasts pressed against his chest. The two of them were still standing beside the refrigerator.
Honestly...
If they had merely been hugging there, Zerena wouldn’t have had much to complain about.
The problem was everything else.
Neither of them had a single piece of clothing left, and Max’s hips kept moving against her with stubborn determination, his penis between her thighs as though he’d discovered the only exercise routine capable of making absolutely no one burn calories except himself.
If that had been all there was to it, it would’ve been manageable.
The problem was their height.
With Zerena only slightly shorter than Max, his penis rested at an almost unfairly perfect angle between her thick thighs, hanging just beneath her crotch. Now that her panties were gone, every slow thrust of his hips made his length brush against her folds instead.
His hands stayed firmly on her butt, holding her exactly where he wanted as he continued rocking his hips back and forth.
Every time he pushed forward, the tip of his penis would briefly peek out from behind her butt before disappearing between her thighs again.
That alone was honestly a ridiculous achievement.
Zerena’s thighs were wide, soft, and generously thick, while her butt certainly wasn’t making the journey any shorter. Most men would’ve vanished somewhere in the middle and never been seen again.
Max, however, somehow still had enough length to make an appearance from the other side.
Meanwhile, the moisture gathering around her folds coated his length, making each movement between her thighs noticeably smoother. Zerena instinctively kept her thighs squeezed tightly together, leaving Max with just enough room to keep grinding his hips
Max nodded, his eyes lingering on her face.
It really was unfairly beautiful.
Everything about it seemed meticulously put together—the sharp nose that carried itself with effortless pride, the cold, confident eyes that always looked as though they were judging the world, and the naturally haughty expression that somehow only made her prettier.
For a brief moment, an undeniably vulgar thought crossed his mind.
He wanted to rub his penis all over that proud face, mark it as his own, and cover it with his semen instead of having to waste it on another pair of panties.
"It’s better than having to use your panties," he said aloud.
At least this way, he could finish somewhere else on her body.
And, judging by the system...
Probably more than once.
"I only have to do that three times a day," Zerena replied, sounding slightly irritated. "This is going to take the whole day if you’re supposed to cum six times."
Despite the complaint, she never once pulled away.
Her body remained pressed tightly against his, seemingly unconcerned by the firm rhythm of his hips. The repeated impacts were loud enough that, if someone happened to walk into the kitchen without seeing what was actually happening, they’d probably assume the two of them were having sex already.
In reality...
They were somehow managing to make considerably more noise while technically doing less.
He had already explained it to her.
To earn enough System Points to brew a single batch of potions, he needed to orgasm six times using her thighs.
It was absolutely greedy.
Then again...
Max had long since stopped pretending he wasn’t.
After going an entire night and most of the following day without a single orgasm, he felt so pent up it bordered on a personal crisis. That hadn’t happened since the very first time he’d discovered what orgasms were in his previous life.
His penis had spent the entire time filing complaints.
Now that it finally had permission to catch up, it seemed determined to recover every missed orgasm with interest.
She let out another weary moan against his shoulder as she felt his length continue rubbing just beneath her folds, the heat of it spreading across her crotch with every slow movement of his hips.
"Just... cum already," she muttered, sounding more exhausted than embarrassed.
It wasn’t exactly the most romantic encouragement, but it was erotic.
How was Max supposed to refuse?
Her entire soft body was pressed tightly against his, leaving barely an inch between them. She was a full-figured woman, blessed with generous curves, a large butt, and ample breasts, and every one of them seemed determined to make concentrating on anything else completely impossible.
He was already so pent up that every slow thrust of his hips felt almost unbearable, his penis sliding between her thighs and rubbing just beneath her crotch. The moisture gathering from her folds coated his length, making each movement smoother than the last.
A low grunt escaped him as he leaned in to capture her lips again.
The kiss deepened, and that proved to be the last push he needed.
Everything he had been holding back since the previous day finally broke loose.
His body tensed as he came between her thighs, his semen spilling into the narrow space she kept squeezed tightly around him. Some of it escaped entirely, shooting out past the gap as his hips continued making a few helpless thrusts of their own.
Zerena answered by tightening her thighs even more.
Rather than pulling away, she kissed him harder, almost stealing the rest of his breath while his body shivered through the orgasm. Between her lips locked onto his and the firm grip of her thighs, Max was fairly certain she had managed to squeeze every last drop out of him.
It was, admittedly, a terrifying level of efficiency.
She still didn’t loosen her thighs afterward.
Instead, she stayed pressed against him for a few more moments, giving him one final lingering kiss before finally pulling back.
She looked at him, expression calm despite the situation.
"Five to go now."
Zerena let out a quiet breath as she felt his semen slowly trailing down the inside of her thighs.
It was warm.
It was ticklish.
And, more importantly...
It meant she’d probably be needing another shower long before the day was over.