The Rebirth of Humanity

Chapter : Nothing Left Unclaimed

After Fafnir buried his cock completely inside Griselda’s ass, he remained still for long moments, breathing heavily against her back. His body was taut, and drops of sweat fell from his forehead onto her smooth skin. He began moving his hips with extreme slowness at first, sliding in and out only short distances, as if training the tight opening to accept his thick, painful presence.

Griselda whispered after a few minutes, her voice hoarse and slightly raised from the pain mixed with growing pleasure:

“It’s fine now… I’ve gotten used to it. You can move as you wish… don’t hold back.”

Fafnir smiled a dark, dominant smile, then gripped her waist firmly with both large hands and locked her buttocks in place. He started thrusting his hips with increasing speed and force, slamming against her heavy, full ass again and again. It jiggled like jelly under the impacts, the soft flesh shaking violently. The wet, loud sounds of flesh striking flesh rose throughout the cave, mingling with her broken moans.

He leaned forward until his broad, muscular chest pressed fully against her warm, smooth back. He released her waist and slid his hands beneath her body to seize her heavy, hanging breasts. He squeezed them hard and toyed with the stiff nipples between his fingers, tugging them at times, causing Griselda’s moans to rise higher and break apart:

“Ah~ oh~ mmm~ nnh… harder…!”

She turned her face backward with difficulty, and their lips met in a hungry, deep kiss. Fafnir pushed his tongue into her mouth while continuing the deep, rapid thrusting into her ass. They remained like that for a long time—perhaps a full half hour—his thick cock sliding in and out relentlessly from the opening that had gradually stretched to accommodate him, while his hands never stopped roaming the curves of her body: from her trembling thighs to her soft belly, then returning to squeeze her breasts once more.

When his breathing grew heavier and turned into ragged panting, Fafnir delivered one final violent thrust, burying his cock to the very last centimeter deep inside her ass. His entire body tensed, and he poured his hot, thick seed into her in strong, successive ropes that did not stop. They both cried out together in loud, hoarse voices mixed with sharp pleasure:

“Oooh… Griselda…!”

“Nnnnnh… Fafnir…!”

They stayed joined for long moments after the climax ended, then allowed their bodies to sink slowly onto the soft bed without him withdrawing. Griselda lay on her stomach, and Fafnir rested on top of her back in a heavy, intimate position, his chest against her shoulders, their still-rapid breaths mingling.

After several minutes of comfortable silence, Fafnir whispered near her ear, his voice hoarse from exhaustion and pleasure:

“Can you continue… or do you want a longer rest?”

Griselda turned her face toward him as much as she could, frowning slightly in a playful way, then said in a sarcastic yet warm, tired tone:

“You never get enough… do you, you old rogue? Even after all this you’re still asking for more.”

Fafnir let out a quiet laugh that made his chest vibrate against her back, and replied with a note of admission and satisfaction:

“It’s you who are irresistible. And don’t forget I was in complete isolation for five thousand years… my body is only now remembering what it means to live.”

Griselda fell silent for a moment, then sighed and said in a calmer, gentler voice:

“Let’s go bathe now… clean our bodies of all this. Then… we can continue tonight if your old body can handle it.”

Fafnir nodded in agreement and smiled a lazy smile:

“Alright… let’s go. But I won’t promise that ‘the little one’ will calm down easily.”

He rose slowly from atop her. His cock slipped out of her ass with a soft wet sound, and the excess of his thick white seed flowed out heavily, running down her inner thighs and onto the soaked red sheets. Fafnir stood watching the sight with clear lust: her slightly stretched opening pulsing slowly as his remains dripped from it. He felt his cock twitch again and begin to rise before his eyes.

But Griselda straightened up from the bed and stood directly in front of him. She looked at his glistening erect cock, then reached out and lightly flicked the swollen head with her finger, saying in a commanding yet playful and sarcastic tone:

“Restrain this little one now… he’s had more than enough.”

She waved her hand in the air. From her spatial ring she drew two simple dark-gray bathrobes of soft fabric. She slipped one on quickly, then tossed the second to Fafnir, who put it on while still looking at her with obvious, unquenched appetite. She adjusted her robe and tied it around her waist as she said:

“Let’s find a clean lake to bathe in. I need to wash your traces off me… at least for now.”

Fafnir nodded once more, then the two of them left the cave together, leaving behind the rumpled bed and the heavy, lingering scent of sex still hanging in the warm air of the fire-lit cavern.

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