FREE USE in Primitive World-Chapter 308: Inside Kira
The fire pit was a dying, red eye in the center of the room, casting long, flickering shadows that danced across the white furs like the ghosts of the beasts Sol had slain, but the real heat was radiating from the two bodies tangled in the center of the plush white furs. ππΏπππ°π²ππ§π π§π²π₯.ππ¨π
The air in the Feline Spire was so thick with the scent of sex, musk, and the metallic tang of Solβs Level 1 essence that it felt like breathing liquid heat.
Sol knelt between Kiraβs spread, athletic thighs, his heavy knees sinking deep into the furs. He was a landscape of ridged muscle and jagged, half-healed scars, his skin radiating a heavy, oppressive warmth.
His cock was like a tensed, throbbing iron bar, weeping a clear, thick nectar that shimmered in the amber light. He looked down at Kira, and man...She was magnificent. Her feline eyes were wide, the pupils blown into jagged black holes that reflected the dying fire.
Her skin was slick with a fine sheen of sweat, her chest heaving in a frantic, uneven rhythm that made her firm breasts sway and bounce. She was a warrior, built for the long hunt and the bloody skirmish, but right now, she was a woman stripped of every defense, offering herself to the only man who could match her fire.
Sol reached down, his massive, calloused hands... sandpaper-rough from recently gripping his Void-Oak spear... sliding under her ass to lift her hips. He positioned the broad, blunt head of his length against her opening. And as expected, she was soaking wet, her nectar a hot, viscous lubricant coating the tip of his cock instantly, but as he began to push, he felt the immediate, unyielding resistance of her virginity.
He didnβt shove, nor did he rush. He was a man who knew the value of a slow, deliberate kill. He knew that the most critical part of any kill... or any union... was the moment the barrier was breached.
He nudged against her tight pussy, but the resistance was abit too much. She was tight, in fact, a bit too damn tight, her soft internal muscles were tight from a lifetime of combat and the natural tension of her first time.
Sol leaned forward, his hands sinking into the furs on either side of her head and his eyes locked onto her face. He pressed slowly, the first inch of his girth forcing its way past her entrance, past the tight, outer ring of her muscles.
Kiraβs breath hitched, a sharp, hissed sound escaping her throat. But she didnβt cry out, nor did she shed a single tear, and there was no dramatic spray of blood.
She was a Spirit Warrior, she had been gored by tusks and slashed by obsidian blades. She knew how to swallow pain. But as Sol pushed deeper, her brow furrowed in a sharp, pained frown. Her eyes squeezed shut for a heartbeat, her breath caught in broken gasps, a rhythm without mercy. Meanwhile, her fingers dug deep into Solβs shoulders.
She forced her eyes open, her gaze locking onto his silver-crimson stare. He saw the pain, sharp and invasive, but he also saw the absolute, terrifying hunger that was burning right alongside it.
Solβs mind was a chaotic mess of sensory data. The sensation of her was unlike anything he had ever mapped with his enhanced senses. She was soft, yes, but it was a velvet-wrapped iron vice. Her internal muscles were pulsing, gripping him with a rhythmic, frantic intensity that made his vision blurring. He felt every millimeter he gained like he was pushing through solid muscle.
He could feel the way her internal walls were rippling, trying to fight him off even as they clung to him with a frantic, pulsing desperation. He felt the exact moment his length began to fill the hollows of her being, a displacement of space that made his head swim.
"Youβre... god, Kira... youβre so tight," he muttered, the words breaking as a fresh wave of sweat rolled down his nose and onto her chest.
He pushed another inch, and then another, sinking into her heat with a slow, agonizing deliberation. He was savoring the friction, the way her body was fighting him and welcoming him at the same time. But he didnβt stop and pushed another inch,
When he reached the midway point, the pressure was immense. Kira was sweating buckets now, the moisture glistening on her collarbonesand pooling in the valley of her breasts.
Her mouth was hanging open, her teeth grazing her lower lip as she fought to keep the sounds of her struggle inside. Her fingers were claws now, digging into his shoulders, drawing thin white lines that stood out against his dark, scarred skin.
Seeing her frowing deeper and deeper, Sol stopped.
He stayed there, buried halfway into her, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped beast. The air in the room seemed to crackle, the tension reaching a high-pitched whine that threatened to shatter the very walls of the Spire. He could feel her core vibrating against his own, a silent, spiritual resonance that made his skin tingle.
He leaned forward, his heavy, sweat-slicked chest crushing her firm breasts, and captured her mouth in a deep, soul-shattering kiss.
It was a messy, desperate collision of tongues and teeth, an exchange of gasps and saliva. He tasted the copper tang of the blood on her lip, the salt of her sweat, and the raw, unfiltered musk of her arousal. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, drinking her gasps, while his hands moved from the furs to her breasts.
He didnβt treat her like something fragile. He molded them with a heavy, possessive pressure, his calloused palms rubbing against the sensitive skin. He caught her nipples between his fingers, teasing the hard, pink pebbles, rolling them with a rough, demanding rhythm that sent jolts of pure electricity through her nervous system.
Kira let out a muffled shriek against his lips, her body bucking instinctively, her hips trying to close the gap that Sol was holding open. She was lost in a sea of dual sensations... the blunt, heavy ache of being filled and the searing, electric pleasure of his touch on her breasts.
"Sol... aaahhh... Sol..." she whimpered into his mouth, her voice a ragged, broken thread of pure need. "I canβt... I canβt take the wait. All of it. Now."
Sol pulled back just enough to look at her beautiful, ruined face. He saw the sweat dripping from her jaw, the way her feline eyes were rolling back in her head, and the absolute, unwavering trust she was placing in him. And knew that she was ready, in fact, he was luring her nervous system away from the ache of the stretch and toward the searing, electric pleasure of his touch.
So, he didnβt give her a warning. He didnβt offer a gentle transition.
Sol gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into her muscle to anchor her, and gave a single, powerful, and definitive plunge.
He drove himself home, burying his entire length to the absolute root in one fluid, savage motion.
Kiraβs head snapped back into the furs, her mouth opening in a silent, world-ending scream. The frown vanished, replaced by a mask of pure, unadulterated ecstasy and shock.
