Violet, the Lust Spirit [Part-5]
"Fuck me hard, then!" Victor didn't hesitate, body thrusting against hers with frantic energy. His dick discovered every inch of her moist, inviting pussy, and he couldn't have enough. The way they were positioned enabled him to thrust as deep and as quickly as he desired, alternating rhythm with flawless precision. Violet's legs folded around his, drawing him deeper with every shift, their bodies moving in perfect, burning harmony. Her pussy was a playground for him, and every push made her shudder and plead for more.
This time, they lasted longer than previously, the feels piling up until Victor could no longer resist. He came very hard inside her, and Violet's ravenous hunger sucked every last drop, her whimpers husky with lusty gratification. As shudders of pleasure rocked him, he leaned down, kissing her in ways that made her shiver—this time, not on the lips, but along her smooth, plump breasts, which pressed eagerly against him.
Victor kept pushing deep within her, every stroke met with her tight, welcoming clasp. Violet leaned in closer, sucking and licking every ounce of cum from him with a sly smile and lust-filled eyes. Seeing her just made him want her more, and he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction as he gazed at the woman who only became more gorgeous with each look.
"You are so beautiful. I need to look at you all the time." he moaned, his voice shaking with desire.
"I also want to smell you. taste the sweetness of your mouth." she breathed, her fingers caressing his body.
"I need to suck your perfect tits. and I need to touch your soft ass." Victor growled, his hips thrusting into hers relentlessly.
"I DON'T WANT TO STOP FUCK.I.N.G YOU!"
The passion between them burned like fire, filling every nook and cranny in the room. Violet's laughter, soft and playful, mingled with gentle moans that slipped from her mouth, each one compelling Victor further into need. Her hands danced along his spine, gliding over each curve, each dip, drawing him closer, commanding his focus as if her body was merely there to fuel his desire. Victor's nervous tension dissolved in an instant, replaced by a raw, insistent hunger that left him shaking at her touch. Each gasp, each shiver, each frantic movement uttered one truth: craving and surrender, a language only their bodies understood.
Moving within her, the tightness of her pussy clung to him, squeezing, enveloping him in sensation so overwhelming it obliterated all thought. She was built to give, and he poured himself completely into her, feeling the rubbing light up waves of delight that ran from his groin to his chest. The air was filled with their desire—guttural breaths, slick skin rubbing, nails raking, moans mingling in a chorus of heat. Victor's gaze never wavered from her flesh, committing to memory the hardening of her nipples beneath his touch, the contours of her hips, the soft wetness that clung to him like molten flame. His hands devoured, adored, and claimed every centimeter of her, aching to touch her entirely.
Even as the pleasure engulfed him, racing into mind-shattering ecstasy, her mouth and tongue went on their torment, touching soft skin to his face, pummeling his chest, imprisoning him in the exquisite agony of her touch. Her legs wrapped around him, holding him tight as she coaxed out every sensation, and he let go, letting her guide him, letting the waves of desire break through him. Their steps faltered only as their bodies were pulled down by exhaustion, but the blaze in their eyes never burned out, a silent vow of more to follow.
Violet heard every noise he made, every shudder and groan, and a flush spread across her cheeks. She ached to say more than words would allow, so she acted instead. Twisting their bodies, she rolled over, slid off him completely, and let him fall onto the bed. With a wicked sparkle, she settled on his knees, looking at him with an expression that was pure hunger and playful command. "Let me clean you up so you can fuck more and more."
Victor had a premonition of her intention, having sensed her body previously, but nothing could have readied him for the new type of pleasure she brought. When she wrapped her mouth around him, he made a loud groan, the feeling sharp and unrelenting. She did not spare him, accepting him deep with each motion, teasing and consuming with a passion that took his breath away. Violet had thought of going slow, plotting a mischievous surprise, but taste, heat, and sheer impossibility of denial drew her in entirely. Slurps and wet kisses echoed through the room as she showered him with art and abandon, sending him mad.
Victor's hands, which had been lying on the bed, dropped all control. He gripped her head, pushing her harder, sinking into the side of her throat as the orgasm increased to a point where reason was lost. Violet embraced the ferocity, keeping his rhythm, delirious in the ecstasy and force of their mutual lust. But then a thought flashed through her mind, and she drew back urgently. "I don't have sufficient mana to maintain my physical shape for long, so I want your cock in my pussy again, now!"
Her honey-dipped words, and sensual command, sent Victor trembling with desire. "When we are stronger, I will suck your cock as often as you wish and swallow all your cum," she continued, her movements one of poise that rendered his self-control impossible. Every movement, every breathless vow, pushed him to the edge. His body hurt with desire for what her voice and hands promised. He did not hold back. Each inch of him hurt for her, and the recollection of their previous connection only added to the desperation.
Their bodies collided once more, a crash of heat and moisture, a never-ending cycle of giving and receiving. Victor's fingers pressed into her flesh as her legs closed around him, directing him in and out, her moans intermingling with his as the need built. Violet danced to a beat that pulled every nerve, every heartbeat into extension, her joy reflected in the shudders and gasps that escaped him. Every drive, every shudder, every breathed name and sigh was a held heartbeat, a witness to the flames they had kindled together.
Fatigue rolled in waves, but want never faded. They clung in the aftermath, skin greasy with sweat and heat, chests heaving, gazes bound by unspoken vows. Victor's fingers mapped the contours of her form, committing, adoring, refusing to relinquish even as their pace slowed. Violet's gentle giggles, her teasing fingertips, the curve of her hips, all kept him bound to her, lost in the dizzying mix of lust and attachment that engulfed them.
With a flash of audacity, Victor made his move. He carefully positioned Violet onto the tiny bed, and she yielded without reservation, allowing him to explore at will. Her legs raised and drew tightly together, at just the right angle, revealing every inch he desired to worship. Victor changed position, knees bent, hands gripping her to hold her firm as he rammed his dick deep into her pink, slippery heat. The tension, heightened by her thighs clamped together, transmitted electric shock waves through them both, each motion fanning into flames that neither was willing to smother.
Violet's eyes sparkled with wicked playfulness, her body reacting fervently to his inventiveness. Each pose, each slight movement, deliriously delighted her in a manner that caused her heart to race and her body yearn for additional. Pleasure was not transient—it was power, a dizzying combination of submission and control that joined them together. Victor remained firm, every drive purposeful, taunting, discovering, until twenty minutes passed before the tension shattered. His climax surprised Violet, who could do nothing more than breathe a laugh at how long he had held out. Her own flesh, always hungry, pleaded with him repeatedly, the hot slickness of her cunt enjoying every inch of his dick.
Seizing the opportunity to see where his eyes focused for so long on her butt, Violet did not hesitate to take command. She rolled onto the bed and moved over onto all fours, offering herself in a manner designed to fascinate him. Her legs were together, outlining every curve, and she teasingly spread one cheek, allowing him a glimpse of the wet promise of her depths. "Do you like it? " she breathed low and seductive. The reaction was instant with Victor, his dick growing hard as drool formed in the corner of his mouth.
"I LOVE IT! " he bellowed, jumping onto the bed with ravenous eyes. Hands clasping her soft cheeks, he opened them to devour the vision of her glistening pussy. His tongue marked the folds greedily, coaxing the fine pink button into view, sampling her in fashion that caused both of them to shiver. Violet gasped, her eyes wide, as his tongue danced over her back door, her body shuddering with unrelenting bliss.
Her time appeared to pass her by, and she was desperate as she pleaded, shivering with his fingers on her.
"Put it inside!"
"Push hard your big dick into my naughty pussy, please!" Victor could not deny that request, and the desire running through his veins made saying no an impossibility. He straddled her from behind, his fingers grasping her hips as he burrowed deep into her welcoming wetness. Violet's cry of ecstasy echoed through the room, a cry that caused shivers to run down his spine.
"Aaaahhh… yeeeeesssss… just like that…" she whispered, her entire body shaking with each motion. Victor felt the slippery friction of his cock against her, each thrust firing an unrelenting flame between them. The tenderness of her ass in his hands, the pressure of her against him—it was maddening.
Every thrust propelled a gasp out of Violet, and her fingers dug into the bed sheets, leaving behind traces of desperation. Victor could feel the constricting grip around him, the throb of her craving pressing against his own, and he was compelled to push even deeper. The slapping of skin and moans mingled together, filling the room with a frenzied beat that neither wanted to stop. Violet arched her back, grinding into him with a ferocity that quickened his heart. "Harder! Push it deeper! Please, Victor, HARDER AND DEEPER!!! " she shrieked, her voice shattering with desperation and pleasure. The manner in which she rode him, taking each thrust, made his dick throb with reaction, each thrust creating a fresh wave of raw lust. The bed under them shook with the force of both of them. Boards creaked and groaned, but they paid no mind. Their bodies crashed into each other in a mad harmony, sweat-glistening skin, pounding hearts, gasping mouths between moans. He could glimpse the flash of fire in her eyes, the same rampant lust and abandon reflected in his own. A loud crack rang in the room as the frame broke at last.
The little bed creaked beneath their naked weight, collapsing under the all-consuming power of their desire, and they went rolling to the floor, but their pace didn't break. Victor remained sheathed within her, pinning her close, their bodies pounding with wild abandon, every nerve alight with passion. Violet's fingers bit deep into his shoulders as she strained against him, her innocent little whimpers caught up in his low, rough growls, echoing in the squalor of the destroyed room. Victor didn't hesitate, lifting her up and pushing her back against the wall. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist as he held them there, continuing to drive in deep, relentlessly. Neither of them spoke, only allowing their moans to echo through the room as he answered each plea with harder, quicker strokes. Violet gasped and held on to him, saying, "Harder… please… don't stop." He complied without warning, the creak of the wall groaning under their weight barely a whisper against the torrent of their passion. A second anguished creak entered the duet of their moans, but neither could think past the searing hunger between them. Then the wall collapsed in a deafening crash, the dust erupting around them as they landed hard together. Coughing, choking on the dusty particles, they rolled in a mess of chaos.
Victor's hand instinctively covered her face, clearing dust from her hair as he laughed hard and out of breath. Violet coughed and spluttered alongside him, then looked into his eyes with glinting ones that shone through the grime. They were ridiculous, dust-covered, but the view only caused them to hold on for dear life, panting and giggling. Victor didn't let them pause. Even with dust falling, his fingers continued to explore her body, tracing over her wet heat. Violet arched back against him, emitting a harsh, breathy cry, "Victor, yes! Don't stop! His mouth seized hers in a hot, frantic kiss, muffling her moans for a moment but slowing not at all in his thrusts. She encircled his neck with her arms, slamming against him in desperate desire that left them both panting, hearts racing. They didn't mind the room was destroyed.
They fell out of the broken-down house into the woods beyond, grass and damp earth soaking them the moment they hit the ground.".
The chill of the mud on their skin served only to make the burning passion between them greater.
Victor pushed her down onto the ground, hands on her thighs as he pumped into her repeatedly, every stroke uncontrolled, sloppy, and rough.
Violet gasped at the earthy odor and moisture closing in on them, moaning out his name like a prayer, as he held onto her, relishing every sound, every tremble that coursed through her frame.
"Victor… I… I can't… stop…" She moaned, her hands grasping his shoulders, mud streaks trailing behind.
"Then don't," he whispered, lips tracing the curve of her ear, teeth nipping the edge of her jaw as he plunged with savage gentleness. "I won't let you go." The trees around them stood still, save for the wet squelch of their bodies and the ragged pace of their moans. He felt every inch of her, reacted to every tremor and gasp, and the sight of her flushed, sticky face buried in the mud sent a shiver right through him. She arched, grinding against him as he breathed her name again and again, the words raw with lust and concern. Hours—or perhaps minutes, they never knew—had passed in a blur of dirt, sweat, and unceasing hunger. When finally they slowed, trembling in each other's arms, Victor kissed her temple once more before Violet snuggled into his chest, soggy, dirty, and completely satisfied.undefinedA loud crack resounded in the room as the frame finally collapsed.