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After checking Alex's condition and giving her some medication to ease the symptoms, Allen decided to let her rest. He knew that, for now, what Alex needed most was peace and quiet so her body could stabilize on its own.
Once he was sure everything was under control, Allen made his way to Jill's room. He dropped himself onto the sofa, unbuttoning his shirt one by one while letting out a long, tired sigh.
Not long after, the soft sound of the bathroom door opening reached his ears. Jill stepped out, her hair still slightly damp, and her body wrapped in black lingerie that made Allen momentarily forget how to breathe.
"Is she doing better?" Jill asked, her voice calm yet soft—like a gentle chime in a moment where time itself seemed to slow down.
Allen looked up, and his gaze was instantly drawn to the curves of her figure—smooth lines running from her thighs to the barely-revealed cleavage beneath the delicate lace.
His throat went dry in an instant, a reflex he couldn't suppress.
"She's fine now, her condition's stable," Allen replied, though his eyes were no longer on her face. They were fixed on Jill's swaying hips as she walked toward him.
Allen suddenly realized something—the thin dress Jill wore tonight left nothing to the imagination. There was no underwear to block his view of her curves. His eyes traced every detail in awe, making Jill blush instantly.
"A-Allen… don't look at me like that," she whispered, a bit flustered, though not truly resisting.
"Why not?" Allen smiled gently, though the heat in his gaze burned with desire. "You're so beautiful, Jill. I could look at you like this forever."
He stepped closer, slowly but deliberately. His fingers lifted, gently touching her chin and guiding her face up until their eyes met.
"Jill… I love you. And I want you."
Jill's gaze softened, but the same fire flickered in her eyes. "I love you too, Allen. And I… want you as well."
No more words were needed. Their lips finally met in a kiss—deep, heated, and full of longing.
The sound of their kiss echoed in the room, their hands exploring each other. Her beautiful, soft lips met his as their tongues entered and try to dominated each other.
After five minutes of deep, intimate kissing, they finally paused to catch their breath, inhaling the scent of each other like it was the only air they needed. A thin, glistening thread of saliva stretched between their parted lips, connecting them even in that brief moment of separation. They both noticed it and exchanged shy, knowing smiles, the sight making their connection feel even more raw and real.
Allen pulled her into a tight embrace, their bodies pressing flush against one another—her soft curves molding perfectly to his firm frame. He captured her mouth again, his full, velvety lips claiming hers with renewed hunger. As their tongues danced, he deftly slid his right leg between her thighs, nudging her backward until she leaned fully into him for support. The heat from her core rubbed directly against the hard muscle of his thigh, sending sparks of pleasure through her.
"Ohh... God, Allen," Jill gasped, her voice heavy with arousal, her chest heaving as she struggled to steady her breathing.
Emboldened, Allen's hands roamed lower, cupping the firm cheeks of her ass and squeezing them possessively. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the delicate curve of her neck, then down to her shoulder blades, nipping gently at her skin. His right hand ventured further, slipping between her legs to brush against her slick folds. His fingers sought out her swollen clit, circling it with expert pressure that made her knees buckle.
"Ohh... yes," she moaned, her body arching into his touch. This was all so new, a rush of sensations flooding her senses like nothing she'd ever imagined. It felt like pure bliss, her mind hazy with desire.
Eager to reciprocate, Jill's trembling hands fumbled with the hem of Allen's shirt, tugging it up and over his head to reveal his toned, half-naked torso. She traced her fingers over the ridges of his abs, marveling at his warmth. Then, with his guidance, she helped him shimmy out of his pants, freeing his erection. Her eyes widened in a mix of awe and trepidation as she took in the sight of his thick, throbbing cock—veins pulsing along its length, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
"It's so big," she whispered, a flicker of fear crossing her face at the sheer size of him.
"Don't worry about it too much," Allen reassured her softly, his voice laced with affection. "You'll love it soon enough."
Sensing her nerves, he scooped her up effortlessly into his arms, cradling her like something precious as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently on the soft sheets, making sure she was comfortable for her first time. He wanted everything to be perfect, to ease her into this with care and patience.
Kneeling beside her, Allen guided his hard shaft toward her face, letting her get a closer look. "Suck it," he instructed, his tone firm but encouraging.
"A-ahh, okay," Jill stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson with embarrassment. But she trusted him completely and parted her lips obediently.
She leaned forward tentatively, wrapping her mouth around the tip of his cock and sucking on it like it was a sweet treat, her tongue swirling experimentally. The salty tang of his skin mixed with something faintly sweet, but she was too focused to notice yet.
Allen stifled a chuckle at her innocent approach—she was utterly new to this, her movements clumsy but earnest. Still, the sight of her trying so hard for him filled him with a warm satisfaction. He loved being the one to guide her, to show her how to please him.
"Jill, try opening your mouth wider," he coached gently, his hand stroking her hair. "Take it deeper if you can."
She nodded around him, relaxing her jaw and pushing forward until half of his length slid past her lips, stretching her mouth comfortably. The wet sounds of her efforts filled the room—slurp, slurp, slurp—as she bobbed her head, gaining confidence with each pass.
"Ahh, yes, just like that, Jill," Allen groaned, his hips twitching involuntarily as pleasure built in his core.
Jill was adapting quickly, her initial hesitation giving way to a rhythmic suction that had him gripping the sheets. She hollowed her cheeks, drawing him in further, her hands steadying on his thighs for balance.
Nearly fifteen minutes passed in this heated exchange, the room thick with the sounds of her slurping and his deepening breaths. Allen felt the tension coiling tight in his balls, the edge of release approaching fast.
"Hmm, Jill, I'm close—I'm going to cum. Keep sucking; I want to fill your mouth," he warned, his voice rough with need.
Hearing his words spurred her on; she redoubled her efforts, sucking harder and faster on his pulsing cock. Allen's hand moved to the back of her head, guiding her gently but firmly, urging her to take him deeper into her throat.
The intrusion made breathing tricky for Jill—his girth filled her mouth completely, pressing against the back of her throat and widening it with each thrust. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the strain, but she powered through, determined to make him feel good. Her throat fluttered around him, milking his length as she fought for air.
Finally, with a guttural moan, Allen came undone. Hot spurts of cum erupted from his cock, shooting straight down her throat in thick ropes.
"Gulk... gulk..." Jill swallowed reflexively, gulping down as much as she could, but the sheer volume overwhelmed her. Some of his seed escaped the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin as she choked slightly on the flood.
"Cough... cough... cough."
"You're okay?" Allen asked, concern softening his features as he pulled back, wiping her lips tenderly with his thumb.
Jill nodded, catching her breath. "It's okay," she said with a small smile. In truth, she loved the flavor—unexpectedly sweet and fruity. "It tastes like strawberry... how come?"
If she recalled, her mother had once mentioned in a lighthearted, half-joking way that a man's fluids usually weren't pleasant, but they could become addictive over time. Her mom was remarkably open about sex, often sharing stories from her own life. She'd even teased Jill about giving her a grandchild someday. But when she learned her daughter was still a virgin, her mother shifted to gentle lessons on intimacy—tips on pleasing a partner, ensuring Jill wouldn't feel lost or awkward when the moment arrived.
"Well, I'm made differently," Allen replied with a mysterious grin, brushing off the question. How could he explain that the unique taste of his sperm came from Raviel.
Jill felt a lingering craving stir within her, the addictive pull of Allen's cock still fresh on her tongue. She shifted on the bed, her eyes drifting back to Alleh hard cock, with a hunger flickering in her gaze as she considered leaning in for another taste. But Allen, ever attentive to her needs, sensed her desire and gently shook his head, his expression softening with care. He wanted to return the pleasure, to make her feel every bit as cherished and satisfied as she had made him.
With a tender smile, he lowered his head toward her core, pressing soft kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before reaching her intimate folds.
His lips brushed against her heated center, eliciting a soft whimper from her. Emboldened, he moved upward, capturing one of her firm breasts in his mouth. He sucked greedily on her nipple, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak while his hand kneaded the soft mound.
Jill arched her back, a loud sigh escaping her lips as waves of pleasure radiated from her chest. "Mmm... oh, Allen," she breathed, her fingers threading through his hair to hold him close.
"Yeah, just like that—suck them both, don't forget the other one," she urged playfully, her voice husky with need, guiding him to lavish attention on her neglected breast.
As he alternated between her tits, lavishing them with wet, insistent suction that made her nipples throb, Allen's free hand trailed downward. His fingers found her slick clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles that built the tension in her core like a gathering storm.
"A-Ahh, yes," Jill moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily against his touch, the dual sensations overwhelming her senses.
Satisfied with her reactions, Allen hooked his fingers under the delicate straps of her lingerie, peeling the lacy fabric away from her body with deliberate slowness. The material whispered against her skin as it slid off, exposing her fully to his gaze and touch. Now unhindered, his hands roamed freely—caressing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, tracing every inch of her flushed form.
"A-Ahh," she gasped, a shiver running through her at the cool air and his warm palms exploring her bare skin.
Gently but firmly, Allen parted her thighs, spreading them wide to reveal her smooth, hairless pussy. The sight of her glistening lips, perfectly bare and inviting, made his cock twitch with renewed interest.
"Looks like someone has been diligently shaving," he teased lightly, his voice laced with admiration as he drank in the view.
"Allen, stop it—don't embarrass me," Jill protested, her cheeks burning with a mix of shyness and arousal, though she made no move to close her legs.
"Hey, don't say that," he murmured reassuringly, his eyes locking onto hers with genuine warmth. "I like it clean like this—it makes you even more irresistible."
With her fully exposed and relaxed under him, Allen leaned in closer, his breath hot against her folds. He extended his tongue, licking slowly along her clit in a long, flat stroke that sent electric jolts through her body.
"A-AHH..." Jill gasped sharply, her hands fisting the sheets as his tongue delved into her most sensitive spot, lapping at her with expert precision.
He worked her methodically, alternating between flicks and broad swipes, savoring her tangy sweetness as her arousal coated his lips. Jill's breaths came in ragged pants, her body writhing beneath him as the pleasure mounted steadily.
After about five minutes of his devoted attention, Jill teetered on the brink, her climax building like a tidal wave. Her thighs clamped down instinctively around Allen's head, trapping him in place and urging him deeper into her heat. She wanted—no, needed—him to reach every hidden crevice.
Allen obliged without hesitation, thrusting his tongue past her folds to probe the deeper recesses of her pussy, hitting that ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
"Allen... I'm going to cum," she whimpered, her voice breaking as her body tensed, every muscle coiling tight.
"Yeah, just cum for me, baby," he encouraged, his words muffled against her but vibrating through her core. He was determined to taste her release, to lap up every drop she offered.
It didn't take long—Jill's orgasm crashed over her with ferocious intensity, a guttural growl tearing from her throat as her pussy convulsed, squirting her juices in forceful spurts like a dam bursting under pressure.
"AHH!... YES!" she cried out, her entire body shaking violently, hips grinding against his face as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through her.
Allen didn't pull away; instead, he sucked hungrily on her pulsing entrance, his tongue and lips working to capture and swallow every bit of her cum, drawing out her pleasure until she was spent and trembling.
Finally, he lifted his head, licking his lips with a satisfied grin. "You taste so good, Jill," he said, his voice rough with desire, eyes gleaming as he savored the lingering flavor of her on his tongue.
Allen lifted Jill's legs, positioning them into an M shape that spread her wide open for him. He guided the thick shaft of his cock toward her dripping pussy, rubbing the swollen head along her slick folds in slow, teasing strokes, letting her feel every inch of his hardness pressing against her entrance.
"Stop teasing me, Allen... just put that thing in," Jill pleaded, her voice thick with lust, her body aching for more after her intense orgasm. She was in the mood now, her hips twitching upward, desperate for him to fill her completely.
With a low growl, Allen pressed forward, sinking his dick into her tight pussy inch by inch. "You're really tight, Jill," he murmured, his voice strained as her walls clenched around his big cock, gripping him like a vice.
"Ohh... god, Allen, slow down," she gasped, her eyes widening at the stretch, the fullness overwhelming her virgin body.
"Alright, I'll do it slowly," he promised, easing in with controlled thrusts, giving her time to adjust.
As his cock stroked her inner walls, Allen felt her pussy convulsing, the muscles pulsing and holding tight to his shaft, milking him with every subtle movement. But after a while, he encountered the resistance of her hymen blocking deeper access. Gritting his teeth, he pushed harder, breaking through with a decisive thrust.
Plop...
The barrier tore, sending a sharp pain stabbing through Jill's stomach like a hot knife.
"Ahh..." she cried out, her hands clutching tightly to Allen's back, nails digging into his skin. For Allen, it was no issue—his tough hide barely registered the scratches.
"Sorry, does it hurt?" he asked, his tone laced with worry as he stilled inside her.
"Yes... it feels a little stinging and hot," she admitted, wincing through the burn.
Allen paused, letting her catch her breath, then leaned down to kiss her lips softly, his tongue soothing hers in a gentle rhythm. All the while, he rocked his hips ever so slightly, keeping the connection intimate and tender.
After what felt like a long time, Jill finally adjusted, the pain fading into a warm ache that sparked pleasure.
"Allen, you can continue—maybe you can move faster now," she whispered, her body relaxing around him.
Emboldened, Allen picked up the pace, his hips snapping forward with increasing speed.
Plop... Plop... Plop!
The wet, fleshy slaps echoed clearly through their room, mingling with Jill's growing moans as she started to savor the building ecstasy.
"Ahh..."
"Y-yes, harder..."
Allen obeyed her plea, driving deeper and faster until Jill shattered into her second climax. He felt his cock flooded by her release, her pussy walls massaging and squeezing him from the inside in rhythmic spasms.
"Hah... hah," Jill panted heavily, her chest heaving as aftershocks rippled through her.
But Allen wasn't done—he hadn't cum yet, his stamina unyielding. He lifted one of her legs and flipped her over onto her stomach, exposing her sexy ass to his hungry gaze. His hands caressed the firm cheeks, thumbs spreading them apart to reveal her tight asshole and the glistening pussy below.
Then, from behind, he thrust his cock back into her pussy, while one finger slipped into her ass, probing the puckered ring with careful pressure.
This time, his cock plunged all the way in, bottoming out against her cervix. Jill felt it like her womb was being battered by the tip of his massive dick, stretching her wide and sending jolts of intense sensation through her core.
"Ahh, yes—more, harder!"
Allen discovered the thrill of this angle, realizing how this position unlocked deeper access, like a magical key to her pleasure. An hour ticked by, and he pounded her relentlessly, his hips slamming into her like an eternal machine, never slowing.
Plop!..
Plop!..
Plop!..
Three hours passed in a blur of sweat and moans, and now Jill's belly swelled slightly, rounded like a three-month pregnant woman from the multiple loads Allen had pumped into her pussy. She knew it shouldn't be possible—normal people didn't fill up like this—but Allen was no ordinary man, his beastly endurance turning her half-mad with overstimulation.
"I'll cum again, Jill—accept my seed," he groaned, his voice rough.
Jill, finally grasping the overwhelming ecstasy Aphrodite must have felt in myths, surrendered completely. "Yes... cum inside me," she begged, exhausted and yearning for this marathon to end, even as her body craved more.
Allen pulled his dick from her swollen, red pussy, watching thick white cum ooze out mixed with faint blood spots from her broken hymen. The sight only made her look even sexier, debauched and claimed.
He'd tried countless positions across the room, but Allen, still unsatisfied, eyed her ass with fresh hunger. Positioning his cock at her asshole, he pressed the tip against the tight entrance.
"Wait, Allen—that's not the right hole," she protested, tensing up.
"Don't worry, Jill—you'll love it," he assured her, pushing in steadily.
"Wait, no... no.."
"Ahh... ah... slow down... Ahh... my ass," she whimpered, the itch and soreness blooming as he stretched her virgin hole.
This time, Allen lost a bit of control, his hand coming down to slap her ass cheek, making the flesh jiggle from the impact.
Slap...
"Ahh...
But soon, Jill felt the rhythm shift, a different wave of pleasure building from the fullness and friction.
Slap...
"Ohh... yes, more—slap me again!"
Slap....
New energy surged through her; she pushed up on her elbows, shaking her hips to match the pounding beat of Allen's thrusts. Her boobs bounced wildly with each slam, her pussy clenching emptily as her ass took the brunt.
Allen couldn't resist—he leaned in and bit her shoulder, then her neck, leaving red bite marks scattered across her skin like badges of passion.
"Y-yes, more—bite me!"
"Ahhh..." she cried, cumming hard again, her body quaking.
Allen scooped her up then, pressing her body against the room's window so she gripped the pole for support, her breasts squishing against the cool glass.
"Allen, people can see us!" she gasped, glancing out at the dark sea.
"Don't worry about it—trust me, no one will see. Look, Jill—we're at the highest point here, and isn't the nighttime sea view so beautiful?"
As he spoke, he wiggled his hips, tapping relentlessly into her very narrow asshole, the tight ring gripping him like nothing else.
"A-aaahh, yes—the sea is b-beautiful," Jill moaned, mesmerized by the clear night sky, stars twinkling brightly, moonlight dancing on the waves below. It felt perfect, surreal.
"Ahh... yes, Allen—tighten up and slap my ass!"
Slap....
It wasn't long before Allen buried himself deep and came, flooding her ass with hot spurts.
"Yess, cum... cum... inside my belly!"
The night stretched on, their 'exercise' continuing in a haze of exhaustion and bliss until Jill finally passed out from the overwhelming pleasure.
The next day, Jill stirred awake to find Allen still asleep beside her, his arm draped possessively around her body. The sight warmed her heart, a sweet contrast to the night's wildness.
She tried to sit up, but her whole body ached, especially her crotch throbbing with soreness.
"Ahh... this really stings," she muttered, wincing.
Glancing down, she saw their mixed love juices still leaking from her, soaking the bed sheets in a sticky mess.
"Shit... my butt hole," she hissed, feeling the tender burn there too.
But Jill, with her military training, forced herself to rise despite her shaking legs, heading to the bathroom to clean up. As for Allen, she'd wake him later, once she was fresh from the shower.