My world to Free-use

Alright. Since you think Zara should have this one, I'll hold back. This and the next chapter end with Zara's scene.

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**Chapter 258**

I bounced her on my cock until her forehead hit my shoulder. Then I stood, still inside her, two steps only, and put her back over the same rail we had started on. Her stomach hit the wood. I kicked her feet wider and went back to the long, full strokes, pulling out to the head so I could watch those puffy lips drag along the shaft before I buried it again.

“Ahn—! Ahh—! Hng— Jack— haa~~!”

I reached around and rubbed her clit with two wet fingers. Her knees buckled. I held her up by the hip and the hair and kept the rhythm. The rail took her weight. Her ass was a deep, even red. Her pussy looked used, swollen around me, the rim shiny and slightly pushed out on every withdrawal.

I felt it building and I did not chase it early. I changed speed instead. Slow and deep until she was shaking. Fast and short until she was making that punched-out sound. Then deep again. Her hole had gone from tight-and-wet to loose-and-greedy and then tight again each time she came. I slapped her ass in passing, once each side, and put my fingers in her mouth when she started getting loud enough to carry past the hedge.

“Hngk— haa— mmmph—”

I took the fingers out, spat on her hole, and drove in to the root and stayed there, grinding. Her insides fluttered in a long, tired wave. That was close enough.

I set a hard pace and kept it. The wet, heavy sound of a cock working a pussy that had already given up trying to stay neat. Her juices ran down both of us. The floor under the rail was a mess of it, and of what she had already lost.

“Zara.”

“Haa—?”

I slammed in and stayed in.

The first load hit her in thick pulses. I held her hips flush to mine and let it go as deep as it would sit. Her pussy grabbed at it in weak, greedy pulls. She moaned through her teeth, a long “Aahhnnn~~” that ran out of air and kept going anyway. I rolled my hips through the last of it until I was empty and still buried.

She sagged on the rail.

[Would you like Zara Hector to get pregnant?]

[Yes / No]

No.

The tightness around me changed. Not her. Me. The shaft lost its thickness in a slow, ugly shrink while I was still inside that flooded hole. The head slipped toward her entrance on its own. She felt the change and made a small, lost sound, hips trying to follow what was leaving her.

I didn’t pull out.

[State of Completion]

Mana dropped. The stub swelled back into her in a single push of heat and size, filling the sloppy space I had just spent in, pressing her walls apart again until my hips were flush to her red ass and she was stretched around a hard cock that had no business being hard.

“Hng—! It’s— ahn— it’s getting— ahh~~!”

“I know.”

I put a hand on the middle of her back, pinned her to the rail, and drew back until the head tugged her open from the inside. The mix of her and me clung to the shaft in thick strings. I looked at the state of her pussy in the dim garden light: swollen, dark, puffy, leaking down her thigh in a slow line.

Then I pushed back in to the hilt and started moving again.

I gave her the whole shaft again.

Her pussy was already sloppy from the first load. It took me with a wet, ugly sound and clung when I drew back. The little white that wasn’t absorbed by her body followed the head and then got shoved back in on the next stroke. I put a hand between her shoulder blades and pinned her to the rail so the only thing she could do was take it.

“Aahh—! Haa— it’s— ahn~~!”

I fucked her there until her feet started slipping. Then I pulled out to the head, turned her by the hip, and sat her on the bench with her knees open. I had to turn her. She would have gone down if I had let go. I hooked her legs over my arms and dropped my weight into that swollen hole in one go.

“NNGAAHH~~!!”

The bench hit the wall. The lips were darker now, thick, stretched into a wet ring around the base every time I bottomed out. I put three fingers in her mouth and kept the pace long. She drooled over my knuckles and tried to speak around them.

“Hngk— haa— mmmph—”

I dragged the fingers out across her tongue so she tasted both of us. She licked them once. Messy. I put that hand on her throat, felt the swallow, slapped the inside of her thigh, and went back to driving into her.

“Ahn—! Ahh— Jack— haa~~!”

When her head started rolling, I pulled out, sat against the pillar, and hauled her into my lap facing me. I lined up and sat her down until her ass met my thighs.

“Haaahhnn~~!”

Her arms went around my neck because that was the only way she stayed up. I held her under the ass and bounced her. Short drops. Then longer ones that let her feel every inch leave and come back. I turned my face into the hollow of her arm, dragged my tongue through the damp heat there, bit once, and put my mouth on her shoulder.

“Hnn—! Don’t— ahn— don’t stop—”

I stood with her still on me, two steps only, and put her hands on the back of the chair. Her back stayed to my chest. I found her by feel and shoved in to the hilt.

“AHH—!”

I took a fistful of black hair and her hip and pounded her over the chair. Her knees knocked the seat. I reached around and rubbed her clit, then took the hand off her and slapped her ass, then put it back. Her hole had gone puffy enough that I felt the drag on the way out, the lips pulling along the shaft.

I spat down the cleft of her ass and pressed my thumb to the tight ring. I did not push it in. I held the pressure there while I used her pussy, and she clenched so hard the chair scraped.

“Hng— ahh— that’s— haa~~!”

I pulled out, put her on her side on the bench, top knee shoved toward her tit, and knelt behind that open line. I drove back in. I could see her face and the wet wreck between her legs at the same time. Two fingers in her mouth. She sucked them because I left them there.

“This is what you sent for.”

“Haa— I— ahn— I sent for you— hnn~~! for—unggggghh!!! for thishh!!!!”

I rolled her onto her stomach, hips at the edge, toes on the floor, and put my weight on her from behind. Deep. The bench took the sound. I grabbed the red cheek and used it as a handle.

“Aahhnn—! Haa—! Ahn~~!”

I felt the second load coming and didn’t try to hold it back. I slowed until she pushed back for the missing force, then gave it to her hard enough that her teeth clicked. I reached under her and worked her clit in tight circles while I slammed in.

She came first. A broken “Hngaaahh~~!!” into the wood, pussy locking down in tired pulses. I rode that clench, pulling out to the head so I could watch the first load smear along the shaft, then burying it again.

I set my hands on the bench on either side of her ribs and kept the last stretch even and ugly.

I went in to the root and stayed there.

The second load hit in thick throbs. I held her hips flush and emptied into that already used hole until it had nowhere to go and started leaking around the base onto the bench. Zara made a sound that was not a word.

[Would you like Zara Hector to get pregnant?]

[Yes / No]

No.

I felt myself shrink inside her. Into that depressing stub again. That feeling would never change. The head slipped back toward her entrance.

I didn’t pull out. I wasn’t quite over yet.

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