Chapter 93: Quest Progress: 5/6 (R-18)
By the time they finally made it back to the bed, noon had long since surrendered, and evening was already beginning to creep closer.
Several hours had disappeared into one System objective after another, and the two of them were finally approaching enough Forbidden Points to brew another batch of potions.
Greed, it turned out, was surprisingly exhausting.
Even with the air conditioner working at full blast, neither of them had escaped the consequences. Sweat clung stubbornly to their bodies, while everything below their waists had become an increasingly confusing mixture of fluids that Max had wisely decided not to categorize.
Zerena lay on her side, her body giving the occasional involuntary twitch as Max continued the steady rhythm behind her. One of his hands remained firmly around her waist and chest, holding her close while her full breasts bounced softly with every push of his hips.
Their height difference was still absurdly convenient.
His length slid between her thick thighs, brushing along the very top of them until it grazed her folds with each slow movement. Whenever it emerged again, it appeared through the soft curls of her pubic hair before disappearing just as quickly, only to repeat the journey all over again.
Zerena kept her thighs tightly together without the slightest complaint.
At this point, worrying about whether he’d already filled them with semen several times earlier felt almost laughably outdated.
Now she was simply waiting for the last one.
Every remaining ounce of Zerena’s willpower had been redirected toward a single objective.
Do. Not. Orgasm.
It sounded simple.
It most certainly wasn’t.
After spending hours with Max’s penis repeatedly rubbing against her folds in what felt like every position the human body had accidentally invented, her nerves had reached the point where they seemed ready to file for early retirement.
They’d done it standing.
They’d done it with her lying down while he sat beside her.
They’d done it from behind.
Now they were both lying on the bed, her back pressed firmly against his chest as he continued the same stubborn rhythm.
Unfortunately...
This position was proving to be the cruelest of them all.
His body fit against hers almost perfectly, and every slow thrust sent his length sliding exactly where it wasn’t supposed to, gliding along her folds with an accuracy that felt less like luck and more like a personal insult.
By now, the hours of effort had left her body burning hot.
A thin sheen of sweat covered her skin from head to toe, making the two of them stick together so thoroughly that separating afterward was probably going to sound like someone peeling old wallpaper off a damp wall.
Zerena couldn’t remember the last time she’d sweated this much.
Actually...
She couldn’t remember sweating this much in her entire life.
She’d certainly never imagined spending an entire afternoon lying completely naked while glued to another equally sweaty person like two pieces of meat that had accidentally thawed together.
It was disgusting.
Objectively.
Unfortunately, objectivity wasn’t helping.
One of her hands remained stretched behind her, gripping the bed’s headboard tightly as Max’s steady thrusts kept nudging her body forward. His other arm stayed wrapped securely around her neck, holding her comfortably against his chest. The position gave him exactly what he wanted.
Whenever the mood struck him, he simply turned her face toward his and stole another kiss.
When he wasn’t kissing her...
His attention wandered.
A moment earlier, he’d been enthusiastically occupied with her armpit, treating it with a level of dedication that suggested he’d somehow mistaken it for an undiscovered delicacy. Once he’d apparently satisfied his curiosity there, his mouth drifted lower to her breasts instead, only to repeat the entire process a few moments later.
It wasn’t actually sex.
At least, technically.
Unfortunately, nobody had bothered informing either of their bodies.
Zerena had been moaning on and off for what felt like the entire afternoon, and judging by the way her thick thighs kept tightening around him every so often, they were both painfully aware of just how little that technicality mattered.
Max had never actually experienced sex before, so he had no real basis for comparison.
Still...
If orgasming between Zerena’s fat thighs already felt this good, with her folds brushing against him every time his hips moved, then he honestly wasn’t sure his brain would survive discovering what her vagina felt like.
That sounded less like an upgrade and more like voluntarily developing a lifelong addiction.
His future penis was probably going to become the sort of customer who refused to shop anywhere else.
Honestly...
That seemed like a problem for Future Max.
Present Max had more immediate concerns.
The only thing leaving him even slightly disappointed was Zerena herself.
Despite everything they’d been doing for hours, despite the endless moaning, the trembling, and the way the arousal meter floating above her head stubbornly hovered just a sliver below full, she still hadn’t orgasmed again.
She looked like she was hanging by the last thread of her self-control.
"Please... just cum..." Zerena pleaded, her voice unsteady. "I can’t take it anymore..."
The words came out so desperately that the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes had less to do with sadness and far more to do with the relentless heat, sweat, and hours of accumulated exhaustion.
For one dangerous moment...
Max nearly obeyed on instinct.
Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on which part of his body was casting the deciding vote—he’d already orgasmed five times today.
"I’m trying..." he muttered, still moving his hips before forcing himself to stop.
His breathing was uneven as he glanced downward.
Only the lower portion of his length remained visible, peeking out beneath the curls of her pubic hair where her thick thighs still held the rest captive with an enthusiasm they hadn’t shown toward anything else all day.
Reaching down, Max caught hold of her wrist and guided her hand lower.
"Here," he said. "Press right there."
Without arguing, Zerena placed her palm where he indicated, applying gentle pressure that pushed him more firmly against her crotch.
She blinked at him, still breathing hard.
"...You finish faster like this?"