The Lustforged Hero-Chapter 46: Alone with Princess Isabella 3 (R18)

The small room throbbed with heat, the air heavy with musk and sweat—Alina's squirt still glistened on Liam's face, her thighs trembling as she caught her breath.

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Her golden hair was strewn about in a wild manner across the furs, and her blue eyes were hazy with the pleasure that she had experienced. His dick stood firm and unmoved, throbbing with a need that was beyond all restrictions.

He surged up, hands gripping her hips, flipping her off him in one fluid motion.

She let out a sharp gasp and landed on her back, her furs bunched under her. Her blue eyes were wide with surprise and want.

With his knees pressed into the mattress, he pinned her beneath him. Her legs were wide apart, and the shimmer of her wetness made it an irresistible offer.

He let out a low, primal growl, and leaned down, crashing his lips into hers and claiming her. The bed shook under their weight, and the flashlight went out. Everything else faded away, leaving only them, raw and alive.

He pulled back, breath hot against her skin, eyes locked with hers—her blue gaze burned, pleading silently.

His hands slid under her thighs, lifting them, spreading her wide—her knees bent, feet planting flat—pussy open and glistening in the faint light.

His cock nudged her entrance—thick tip brushing her—teasing for a heartbeat—her moan spilled out, soft and urgent—then he thrust forward, deep and full, filling her completely.

Her cry shook the room with its high, sharp sound. The walls around him squished together, hot and tight, and he let out a groan that echoed through his chest.

Hips rammed flush, buried, he began slowly, each thrust strong, shaking her body—golden hair bounced, breasts swayed—blue eyes fluttered shut, pleasure distorting her face, perspiration slicking their skin, bodies bonded, desire unleashed.

Her legs tightened around him, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him closer—urging him on.

His rhythm intensified, thrusts growing sharp—flesh slapping wet—her moans soared, fragmented and staccato—each sound driving him harder.

His hands gripped her waist—fingers pressing hard enough to bruise—angling her to take him deeper—her pussy pulsed, drawing him in—tightening with every thrust.

His teeth grazed her neck, biting down lightly—marking her—her gasp came jagged—head tipping back—golden strands tangling in the furs.

His cock rushed into her, unyielding—her hips arched higher, syncing with his speed, imitating his every thrust. A scorching heat twisted deep in his core—her shriek swelled, piercing the air, greeted by his guttural growl as he claimed his claim over her fully. The room was heavy with their combined scent, need storming through them both.

He shifted suddenly, hands sliding up to grab her wrists—pinning them above her head—stretching her out beneath him—her breasts arched up—nipples hard and flushed—begging for touch.

His mouth descended, lips sealing around one tender peak—sucking with steady pressure as his tongue danced across it. Her whimper quivered free, fragile and shaky, her body twisting beneath the solid press of his frame.

His hips rolled, cock grinding deep—a new angle—her walls fluttered—clenching tight—his name slipped from her lips—choked and desperate—her wrists strained against his grip—futile.

His teeth tugged—releasing—leaving a red mark—then moved to the other—sucking again.

Her cry reached its zenith, jagged and untamed—his thrusts grew ferocious, hammering into her with unrelenting force. The furs twisted into knots beneath them, the bed rattling with each impact. Pleasure roared through them, blazing and uncontainable—her blue eyes fluttered back, breath escaping in desperate gasps, utterly consumed by him.

She twisted then—strength flaring—wrists slipping free—hands shoving his chest hard—he toppled back—furs catching him—his breath huffed out.

Her laugh broke wild—blue eyes blazing with fire.

She climbed over him, straddling his hips—golden hair cascading down like a curtain—his cock stood slick and rigid—waiting—aching.

She sank down slow—pussy swallowing him—hot and tight—his groan ripped loud—her moan echoed—sinking until their hips met flush.

Her hands braced on his chest—nails digging in—marking him—then she rode—hard and fast—hips grinding—breasts bouncing free.

His hands gripped her ass—guiding—lifting—slamming her down—flesh clapped—wet and loud—her head tipped—hair falling.

His hips thrust up—meeting her—driving deeper—pleasure spiraled—tight and fierce.

He sat up abruptly, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her near until their chests collided. Her legs parted to straddle him, knees digging into the bedding—his arousal remained firmly nestled within her.

Her arms looped around his neck—fingers clutching—lips found lips—kissing deep—messy—breath mingling.

His hips rocked—slow at first—grinding inside her—her pussy clenched—milking him—her moan muffled against his mouth—vibrating.

His hands roamed—palming her back—pressing her tighter—her breasts crushed against him—soft and warm.

His rhythm built—thrusting up—steady—her hips rolled—matching—wet heat sliding—friction sparking sharp.

Her breaths came faster—spilling out in bursts—his tongue surged forward, taking her fully—her nails scraped across his scalp, tugging hard. Pleasure hovered on the edge—their bodies fused, sweat blending together—the room swallowed by their shared fire, just the two of them, flowing in perfect unison.

Her body tensed—shudder starting low—his thrusts deepened—cock swelling inside.

Her cry broke—high and shattering—walls spasming—squeezing him.

His groan ripped through the air, rough and primal, as his hips thrust upward—once, then again with force. His release erupted, a searing, abrupt torrent, surging into her in vivid, thick waves. Her pussy clenched tight around him, vividly drawing in every shuddering pulse, her inner walls painted with the heat of his climax.

Her shudder rolled through—whole body shaking—blue eyes glazed—golden hair sticking to her flushed skin.

His arms tightened, locking her firmly in place as his thrusts gradually softened, winding down to a gentle rhythm. Her breath escaped in quiet, exhausted sobs, tender and drained.

His chest rose and fell in heavy, labored swells—his cock throbbed, spilling its last as it softened within her. Her body slumped against him, a boneless, exhausted weight, her skin glistening with a sheen of perspiration that caught the dim light. The furs beneath them enveloped their tangled forms, a nest of rich, dark pelts—matted and damp—cradling their spent frames like a soft, earthy embrace. Sweat beaded on his brow and trickled down his temples, cooling in the still air, leaving faint trails that shimmered briefly before fading into his flushed skin.

The room settled into a gentle hush, the wild energy slipping away. Torchlight flickered softly, painting their tangled bodies with shifting shadows. A quiet fell over them, pierced only by the faint crackle of the fire. Exhausted and sweaty, they stayed pressed together—his chest against hers, her legs limp around him—their heat fading into a tender warmth. Everything else melted away, leaving just them, here, feeling whole.