Infinite Regeneration In The Apocalypse-Chapter 134: Sex Relief (18+)

Vogue answered some questions that he was able to answer, but definitely not everything she asked about. Upon exiting any Osympic Trial, all participants were placed under an absolute restriction by the Omnibus System that prevented them from sharing specific details about their experiences.

Even if you tried to tell someone what happened inside the trial, the other person physically wouldn’t be able to hear you. Your voice would be muted to their ears, replaced by silence or static. If you attempted to write down the information, the text would appear completely scrambled and illegible to anyone else who tried to read it. Even showing someone a recording or video would result in the content being corrupted.

This restriction ensured that future trial participants couldn’t gain unfair advantages by learning exact details about challenges and monsters from previous survivors.

So Vogue could only share general information—yes, he had awakened talents; yes, there were dangerous creatures; yes, he had fought other people. But specific details about legendary creatures, hidden quests, Ultimate Evolution, and his actual techniques were all completely off-limits topics that the system wouldn’t allow him to discuss.

When they finished eating, Gloria stood up and began washing the dishes in the small sink. She hummed softly to herself as she worked, clearly comfortable in this domestic role.

Vogue approached from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest in an embrace. Gloria let out a small, surprised moan at the sudden contact but didn’t pull away.

He kissed her neck gently, then her cheek, then along her shoulder and upper back. His hands moved to begin unbuttoning her shirt slowly.

Gloria’s breathing became slightly heavier, and she leaned back into his embrace with a soft sigh of contentment.

Vogue continued kissing her, massaging her breasted and eventually her blouse fell down with a plump sound.

***

The air in the room was frigid, but the heat radiating from their bodies made the room temperature rise. Gloria stood before him, entirely bare. She actually didn’t wear any pants or bra.

Vogue’s eyes licked to hers like he was a beast and she was his prey.

He drank in the sight of the heavy, pale mounds of her chest and the smooth, clean-shaven mound between her legs. The scent drifting from her was a thick, intoxicating musk that almost drove him mad.

He inhaled deeply, letting her pheromones flood his senses, trying to steady the beast clawing at the inside of his skull.

"You’re soaked," Vogue rumbled,

"I can smell you from here."

Gloria’s face flushed a deep crimson, her eyes were watery as she smirked. suddenly, she dropped to her hands and knees before him.

Her small hand shot out, cupping the heavy bulge straining against his shorts. She massaged it through the fabric, feeling the heat and hardness pulsing beneath her palm. Emboldened by his sharp intake of breath, she curled her fingers around the shape, stroking the length with her wrist.

She looked up, locking her golden eyes with his as she leaned in, her tongue tracing the sensitive slit at the tip of his clothed cock, teasing him through the material. Then, she pressed her lips to the base, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses all the way down to his balls, which she took into her mouth one by one, sucking playfully through the fabric.

’Fuck, that’s good.’

Vogue gritted his teeth, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He was struggling to maintain composure.

"Take it off," he commanded.

Gloria’s hands moved to the waistband of his shorts. She yanked them down, and Vogue lifted his hips not the least bit patient. Next went the underwear.

And there it was. His swollen dragon was unleashed.

Gloria’s eyes went wide.

"I-it’s even bigger," she stammered.

She was terrified. How did Vogue managed to get even bigger in just three days.

Vogue could feel her hot, ragged breath washing over his shaft. As if in response to her attention, his cock surged upward, standing straight and tall, the heavy head slapping wetly against her cheek.

Her small hands wrapped around his girth, barely able to touch fingers around him. She began to stroke him, sliding her hands up and down the shaft, exploring every ridge and vein as if memorizing a map.

Vogue groaned, his head falling back. His dick hardened further under her touch, growing to its full, terrifying glory.

Gloria dipped her head. She didn’t take him in yet. Instead, she planted soft, kisses along the length. She maneuvered his shaft this way and that, getting to every inch of him.

She reached his heavy balls, caressing them with her fingertips, examining the texture of his skin. Her tongue snaked out, lapping at the sensitive skin, tasting the salt and musk.

’God, her tongue is magic. This is incredible.’

She licked every inch of his sack, occasionally taking one into her warm, wet mouth to suckle gently. Her hands never stopped working, pumping his shaft in a steady rhythm.

Her mouth was small compared to his size, and she couldn’t fit even half of him in her hands, but Vogue didn’t care.

She stroked him while she sucked on his balls, her tongue moving like snakes. She switched back and forth, giving equal attention to both of his balls as she sucked as though she wanted to swallow them.

Finally, she released his balls with a wet ’pop’. She shifted her position as Vogue lay back against the pillows, giving her full access to the monster between his legs.

’I can’t wait any longer.’

Vogue’s eyes burned as he watched her lean down. She took the base of his cock, angling it toward her mouth, and gave the swollen head a long, slow lick. Precum oozed at the tip, and she caught it with her tongue, pulling back to create a thin, glistening bridge of fluid between her lips and his cock.

Then, she leaned forward and in one stroke, engulfed the head.

Vogue grabbed the pillow, his knuckles white. He had to physically restrain himself from grabbing her hair and forcing her down but he held back.

"Mmph!"

Gloria moaned with his dick in her mouth. She stretched her jaw wide and took him deeper, her lips tightly sealing his length inside of her.

Inside her mouth, her tongue went to work, pressing against the sensitive underside. She looked up at him, her blue eyes shining with pure lust.

She bobbed her head, taking him a little deeper with each second. Her lips slid back, focusing on the sensitive glans, slurping loudly, while her hands worked the shaft, slick with her spit.

She kept her eyes locked on his, and Vogue felt like a king. To have this stunning creature, on her knees for him, servicing him with such devotion... it fueled his ego as much as his lust.

"Ohhh!" Vogue gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.

She had found a sensitive spot just below the head and was tormenting it with the tip of her tongue. It was maddening.

Then, she did it.

In one swift, fluid motion, she relaxed her throat and shoved his entire dick inside her throat.

Vogue felt the head hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t stop. She adjusted her angle, inhaling deeply through her nose, and pushed down. His cock slid down her esophagus. Her throat bulged visibly, the shape of his cock buldged through her neck.

She was deepthroating him. And she was good at it. She actually contracted her throat muscles around him, milking him, trying to suck the cum right out of his balls.

Then she pulled up, gasping for air, then dove back down. She swallowed him whole again, burying her nose in his pubic hair.

Her massive, bare breasts jiggled with her movements, and Vogue reached out, grabbing a handful of the soft flesh. He kneaded them roughly, pinching her nipples.

’This is heaven. I’m never letting this go.’

Minutes passed. Gloria had to come up for air more frequently, but she refused to stop deepthroating him. Even when she pulled back to breathe, she kept her hands pumping him fast, her tongue licking the head frantically.

Her other hand went back to his balls, massaging them, rolling them in her palm, urging him to release.

"Slurp! Slurp!"

The wet sounds echoed in the room. Hand on shaft, hand on balls, mouth on head. She was attacking him from all angles.

Vogue’s cock twitched violently. He was close. So close.

Gloria felt it. She sped up, her hand becoming a blur. She wanted the reward. She wanted to taste him.

She slowed down for a second, taking him deep into her throat again, her tongue working overtime, then pulled back to suck hard on the head. The change in pace was the final straw.

’I can’t hold it.’

"You want it? You want to drink it all?"

She moaned in response, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked the head, her hand flying up and down his slick shaft.

"Mmm! Mmph!"

She didn’t stop. She stroked him and sucked him, her eyes watering as though she was begging for him to cum.

"It’s here! Ughhh!"

Vogue’s back arched. His balls tightened.