I didn’t give her a heartbeat to adjust. The system’s sudden spike of unnatural fire surged through my veins, locking my fingers into the soft, yielding flesh of her hips like iron clamps, dimpling the sweat-slick skin until it bulged between my knuckles. One brutal snap of my pelvis and I buried myself to the hilt.

The wet, obscene crack of our bodies colliding exploded through the small room, sweat spraying in fine mist from the impact point.

Sherry’s entire frame jolted hard beneath me, her short brunette hair whipping across the pillow like a dark lash, strands already plastering to the damp flush of her cheek.

The heavy, tear-drop weight of her breasts slammed upward with the force, skin rippling in liquid waves under the golden lamplight, nipples tight and dark as they caught the sheen of fresh sweat. They crashed back down in chaotic ripples, sending glistening droplets flying.

I yanked back—her dripping heat clinging desperately, inner walls dragging hot velvet ridges along every veined inch, suction audible—then slammed forward again, setting a rhythm that made the bedframe scream in protest.

Her scorching velvet vice gripped tighter, ridged and pulsing, milking my thick cock with wet, greedy suction. The friction was savage, burning flesh dragging against swollen flesh, her slick heat stretching obscenely wide around my girth with every punishing stroke, the mix of her arousal and sweat turning every slide into a filthy, audible squelch.

A shattered moan ripped from her throat, raw and broken by the force, her jaw clenching so hard the muscles stood out in cords beneath flushed skin.

[Charging]

Good, I thought, jaw clenched as I accelerated. Let’s see how much she can take.

I slammed into her harder, my full weight pinning her deep into the mattress, sweat pouring off my chest in thick rivulets that traced the ridges of her collarbones and pooled there before spilling over. Every thrust buried me to the hilt, my pelvis grinding against the short, dark stubble of her mound in wet, obscene friction that slicked our thighs with mingled arousal, her skin breaking out in sudden goosebumps where the cool air hit the fresh sheen. The room filled with the heavy, rhythmic smack of sweat-slick skin on skin and the frantic metallic shriek of the springs.

"Braaam—! Fuck, WAIT—" Sherry gasped, voice cracking, her thick damp eyelashes fluttering wildly against sweat-beaded cheeks as her pupils blew wide and black. Her hands flew up to clutch my forearms, nails carving sharp white crescents that filled instantly with red.

But her body betrayed her. Thighs spreading wider, heels digging deep trenches into the soaked sheets, hips rolling up to meet every brutal stroke with desperate hunger. I angled and hammered directly into that swollen sweet spot. Her protest dissolved into a guttural cry that arched her spine clean off the bed, full breasts heaving and slapping together heavily, skin glistening as fresh sweat traced shining paths down the undersides.

[Deep Moan detected.]

[Progress towards her next level: 45% → 80%]

I felt her changing around me—tight channel rippling, expanding, growing hotter and stronger. New muscle fibers knitting tighter, the molten core turning aggressive, clenching with rhythmic power that squeezed the swollen head of my cock like a fist trying to wring me dry. The system heat pulsed visibly under her flushed skin, veins standing out in delicate blue webs beneath the surface.

Sweat poured off my chest in rivulets, splashing across her heaving tits, making her dark nipples glisten harder as they dragged against my skin with every violent collision, soft flesh flattening and spreading before springing back.

"You... feel it?" I rasped, voice wrecked as I dragged her hip higher for deeper penetration, the heavy muscle of my thigh pressing her leg open wider. "DO. You. Feel. That?"

"Ah—! God, it’s— it’s too much!" she shrieked, eyes rolling back, pupils blown so wide they swallowed the color, wet lips trembling and parted as her jaw went slack for a heartbeat before clamping tight again. Her nails raked down my shoulders, leaving burning red trails that stung through the sweat.

I hooked her right knee behind my arm, yanking it toward her chest while my left hand slammed down on her hip, folding her open. Bent nearly in half, I drove deeper—balls slapping wetly against her soaked ass with every percussive thrust, the heavy impact sending ripples across her ass and thighs. Her pussy fluttered wildly, convulsing, walls sucking at me with greedy, rippling force, inner muscles visibly pulsing under the stretched, glistening skin.

I rode her with raw weight, pulling back until only the thick head stretched her glistening entrance wide, the puffy lips clinging obscenely, then driving home in a meaty slam that made her full breasts jolt and sway in heavy, blurring arcs, sweat flying from the tips of her nipples.

Her hands lost purchase, clawing blindly at the sheets, knuckles white. Mouth falling open in a jagged, silent O—trembling lips shiny with spit—before a raw animal shout tore out, echoing off the walls as her body shattered.

[Subject has Leveled Up: Sherry Vayne. Level 5.]

[Endurance increased. Receptive capacity expanded.]

[Still charging]

Her pussy convulsed around me in a massive, fluttering earthquake, walls clamping down with crushing, rhythmic force, visibly rippling and sucking along my full length like a living fist of molten silk. The pressure was addictive, dangerous, shoving me right to the edge. My back muscles locked, teeth grinding as I fought not to spill inside her, sweat stinging my eyes.

Before I could thrust again, Sherry’s hands planted hard on my chest, palms slick and burning. With a snarl that bared her teeth—lips pulled back, micro-tremors running through her jaw—she used her new Level 5 strength to twist her hips violently. The world spun. The mattress groaned under sudden, brutal force.

I landed flat on my back against the pillows. An instant later Sherry straddled me, thighs spread wide and powerful over my hips, the inner skin trembling with fresh gooseflesh and shining with our combined mess. Her short hair fell in wild, sweat-damp strands around her flushed face, clinging to her forehead and neck. Golden lamplight gleamed across her slick skin, tracing every curve of her heaving breasts and the newly defined lines of tensed core muscle that flexed with each breath. Her eyes burned—ravenous, walls completely down, pupils still blown black as tar.

She grabbed my throbbing, slick cock with a grip that nearly bruised, veins standing out on her forearm, lined it up with her dripping entrance—puffy lips parting greedily—and dropped.

One savage, greedy plunge and she took every inch in a single, violent stroke, burying me to the root inside her convulsing heat. Her head snapped back, mouth open in a silent scream, thick lashes clumped with moisture as fresh waves of system heat pulsed visibly through her core, skin flushing darker from chest to throat.

The heavy weight of her breasts slammed down against my chest with the impact, soft flesh flattening and spreading hot and wet before rebounding in a chaotic bounce that continued with every roll of her hips, nipples dragging hard trails across my skin.

Fuck. Feels like this could go on all night.