My All Powerful System

He hummed against her, a low, approving sound that vibrated through her clit, and she felt herself shatter.

It was nothing like the orgasms she’d given herself in the dark of her dorm room, quick and efficient and over too soon.

This was a wave that built and crested and crashed over her, leaving her trembling and gasping and utterly undone.

Her thighs clamped around his head, and she heard herself sobbing his name, and he didn’t stop.

He kept licking, kept lapping, drawing out every last tremor until she was limp and boneless on the bed.

He pulled back, and she saw his mouth glistening, saw the satisfied curve of his lips.

"That’s it," he said softly. "That’s my good girl."

She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything but lie there, chest heaving, trying to remember how to breathe.

He moved up her body, his weight settling over her, and she felt the heat of him... the hard length of his cock pressing against her thigh.

She looked down, and her breath caught in her throat. He was huge. She’d known he was huge... she’d watched him push that cock into Eira, watched Eira take every inch of it.

But seeing it up close, seeing the way it stood like a weapon ready for more intense battle, she could hear it roaring in her head — it was overwhelming.

Her eyes found Eira on the other side of the bed, sleeping peacefully, with a satisfied smile on her beautiful face.

"It won’t hurt," he said, and his voice was gentle. "You watched everything, You saw how this works."

She nodded, throat dry. "I saw it."

"Then you know I won’t hurt you." His hands found her knees, parting them slowly, deliberately, like he had all the time in the world and planned to spend every second of it on her.

"But I need you to do something for me first."

"I’ll do A-Anything."

"Look at me. Not at the ceiling. Not at Eira. Me."

She dragged her gaze from the sprawled, sleeping form of the dark haired woman beside them and met his mismatched eyes, one blue and one silver, both ringed with gold.

The intensity there made her chest tighten. He smiled, soft, almost gentle.

"That’s it," he whispered. "I’ll make you feel only pleasure, no single pain like you read in those damn books."

He removed unbuttoned his shirt and flung it at his back, then guided her hands to his shoulders, her fingers finding the hard curve of muscle there as she gripped him. "You’ll feel only pleasure."

She believe him. She didn’t know why she believed him, but she did. She believed him the way she believed in the storm that lived in her blood, the way she believed in lightning and thunder and the power that crackled through her when she called it.

"Okay," she whispered.

She gripped him like he was the only solid thing in a room that had gone liquid and warm around her.

His length pressed against her entrance, the head of his cock slick with her wetness, hot and insistent.

"Follow me," he said, and his voice was low, gentle and intimate. "Just follow me."

The air between them felt electric, charged with a spiritual intimacy that transcended the physical.

Ava lay back on the bed, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a deep pink. Beside her, Eira remained a limp, spent heap of flesh, completely unconscious and drained from her own onslaught of pleasure.

Her body still twitching occasionally in the aftershocks. Lynx ignored the sleeping girl, his focus entirely locked on Ava.

He reached down between them, and she felt the head of his cock press against her entrance.

She was so wet that it slid against her easily, gliding through her slick folds, and she felt herself clench around nothing, desperate for him to fill her.

"Ready?"

"Y-yes, please just push it in. I’m Ready."

Then he pushed.

It was slow... impossibly slow. He inched into her, and she felt herself stretch around him, felt the resistance and then the give, and there was no pain, the faint glow on his cock nullifying any single pain that she was supposed to feel.

There was nothing but heat, nothing but fullness, nothing but the impossible sense of being completely, utterly filled.

She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, and he paused, letting her adjust.

"You’re doing so well," he murmured. "So fucking tight. So perfect." Her pussy was so damn tight and wet, tighter than Eira’s or Isabel or Amira, and theirs was very tight too.

He pushed deeper, and pleasure exploded through her... not a wave this time, but a flood.

Her whole body arched, and she cried out, and he kept pushing, kept sinking into her until she felt him bottom out, felt his hips flush against hers, felt him buried inside her to the hilt.

"Oh," she breathed, and the word was barely a sound. "Oh, that’s..."

"Good?"

"Yes." She couldn’t believe how good. She’d never imagined it could feel like this.

The fullness, the stretch, the warmth... and every pulse of his cock sent another wave of pleasure through her, like the storm in her blood had found a new channel.

"Yes, it’s... it’s so damn good."

He smiled, and it was tender, almost reverent. Then he pulled back slowly, and pushed in again, and she felt every inch of the movement, felt the drag of him against her walls, felt the way he filled her completely.

"Look at me," he said, and she did. Her eyes locked on his, one blue, one silver, both ringed with gold, and she saw something in them that made her chest ache... something soft, something vulnerable, something she didn’t have a name for.

He moved again, slow and gentle, and she felt her hips begin to move with him, learning the rhythm, rocking into each thrust.

His cock glowed pulsed and glowed brighter in her wet, tight pussy and each pulse sent another wave of pleasure through her, building and building like a storm gathering on the horizon.

"More," she whispered, and she didn’t recognize her own voice, didn’t recognize the need in it. "Please... More."

He obeyed. Still slow, still gentle, but deeper now, harder, each thrust pressing against a spot inside her that made her see white.

She felt herself climbing again, felt the peak approaching, and she didn’t want to reach it alone. She wanted him with her.

"You’re So fucking tight. Like you were made to hold me."

"Only you," she heard herself say. "Only you ever..." She gasped as he bottomed out, the head of his cock pressing against something deep inside her that made her whole body clench.

"Ohh gods~ Ahgnn~ Lynx~" she gasped, and her voice broke. "I’m... I’m close..."

"Come for me," he said, and his voice was a command and a plea all at once. "Come for me Ava. Let me feel it."

She shattered.

Her body arched, and she felt herself clench around him, felt the wave crash over her and keep crashing, and he kept moving through it, kept thrusting, drawing it out until she was sobbing his name and trembling beneath him.

And then she felt him stiffen, felt his hips press deep, felt him empty inside her with a groan that was raw and broken and beautiful. She was so wet and tight that he came early in her pussy.

He collapsed against her, his weight a warm, solid presence, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.

She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, could feel his breath ragged against her neck, and she felt something shift inside her.

Something that had nothing to do with the orgasm, something that had everything to do with the way he was holding her, the way he was still inside her, the way he was whispering her name against her skin.

On the other side of the bed, Eira stirred. The girl was a limp, spent heap on the sheets, her dark hair fanned out around her, her chest rising and falling in slow, deep breaths.

"For the girl who wanted to eat me alive. Looks like she got eaten first. And you’ll join her soon." Lynx muttered.

Ava laughed... a shaky, breathless sound and buried her face in Lynx’s shoulder.

She could feel him smiling against her skin, could feel the warmth of him still inside her, and she never wanted to move. She never wanted this moment to end.

Lynx shifted, pulling out of her slowly, and she felt the loss of him like a physical ache. He rolled onto his back beside her, and she turned to look at him, tracing the lines of his face in the dim light.

His mark was still pulsing faintly, silver against his pale skin, and she reached out to touch it, her fingers brushing against his forehead.

"More..." Ava whispered, her voice cracking with need. "Please, Lynx... more."

Lynx grinned. "It’s just getting started, my sweet Ava."

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