Lewd Labyrinth : Sent to an Ero-Game with my Classmates [18+]-Chapter 56: Card Game 6

One hand reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his length, guiding him to her slick entrance.

Her heat radiated, wet and aching, her folds glistening as she held him poised, teasing the moment of connection.

Their eyes met, a silent vow passing between them.

Then he pressed in.

Aika’s mouth fell open in a silent cry, her body tensing as her tight walls stretched around him, taking him slow, inch by inch. Pain flashed in her eyes, her breath catching, her lips trembling as she adjusted to his thickness. "God—Kota..." she gasped, her voice raw.

He froze, his voice soft but urgent. "I’ll go slow—"

"No," she interrupted, her voice shaking but resolute, her eyes burning with need. "Don’t stop. I want it. I want all of you."

Kota pushed deeper, her walls gripping him tightly, pulsing with heat as she whimpered through clenched teeth. Her fingers clutched the seat’s rim, her head tipping back, exposing the elegant curve of her throat. Her hips lifted to meet him, desperate for connection despite the sting, her arousal slick and welcoming.

He grunted, his hips rocking forward, his cock sliding deeper—hot, hard, stretching her open as she hissed, her moans a mix of pain and pleasure. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her skin glistening under the chamber’s red glow, her forced obedience giving way to raw, primal surrender.

The altar flashed, its glyphs flaring brighter.

"Trial Timer: 5:00"

The clock began, its relentless tick echoing through the chamber.

4:59

Kota held still, buried deep inside Aika, her tight, wet heat wrapped around him, trembling and impossibly hot.

Her bare skin pressed against the red-leather seat, her toned thighs parted, glistening under the chamber’s crimson glow.

Aika’s chest rose and fell in stuttering waves, her full breasts heaving, her nipples stiff and catching the flicker of the runes etched into the headrest.

Her glasses slipped slightly, her long brown hair clinging to her sweat-dampened face, her eyes fluttering open—pupils blown wide, lashes damp with unshed tears.

She looked wrecked, gorgeous, utterly broken open, and fiercely alive.

Her gaze met his, and she gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod—permission, trust, surrender.

Kota pulled back slowly, his thick cock dragging against her tight inner walls, slick and aching with need.

He pushed forward again, deeper, watching her lips part in a quivering gasp, her breath sucked between her teeth as her body adjusted to him.

Her spine arched, her thighs flexing, her sheer vulnerability a stark contrast to her usual stoic control.

4:45

Aika locked her legs around his waist, her ankles hooking behind him, pulling him in tighter, her hips rising to meet him.

The altar creaked faintly beneath them, a low groan harmonizing with the wet, intimate sounds of their joining.

Kota gripped the seat’s edge, his other hand sliding to her lower back, pressing firm to guide her into each thrust, anchoring her trembling form.

She groaned—sharp, low, caught between pleasure and surrender, her voice raw with need.

Their rhythm began, small at first, a rocking motion, his hips rolling into hers with deliberate, measured pressure.

Each thrust fed the fire between them, each pull ignited her nerves, her body responding like an instrument played note by note.

He leaned down, kissing the sharp line of her jaw, brushing damp strands of hair from her cheek.

Aika turned into the kiss, her lips catching his, hungry and wet, her breath hot against his mouth.

4:10

Her moans grew louder, no longer fragile but rising, chasing the wave cresting inside her.

Her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples dragging across his skin with every grind, sending shivers through her.

"You’re doing amazing," Kota whispered into her ear, his breath hot, feeding her need for affirmation, her forced obedience melting into raw desire.

Aika’s arms wrapped tighter around his neck, her body flush against his, her thighs clamping hard, muscles trembling with the intensity.

"I hate you for being right," she whispered, her voice rough, shaking with emotion. "I hate that this feels—this fucking good."

He kissed her throat, his lips lingering on her pulse. "I know."

3:45

The altar’s runes flared—red, gold, pulsing crimson in sync with their movements.

Aika’s back arched, her head thrown back, her body straining upward to meet each thrust.

Her breasts bounced with the tempo, soft heat pressing into his chest, her skin glistening with sweat.

Kota grunted low, his fingers digging into her hips, driving deeper, grinding against her tight walls, angling to make her unravel.

3:10

Aika moaned—loud, raw, animalistic, no words, just pure need.

Her nails raked across his back, scoring his skin, her pussy clenching around him, fluttering hard, erratic, almost overwhelming.

Kota slowed, drawing out, letting her feel the aching void before pushing back in, his cock stretching her open again.

She gasped, almost angry. "Why—why are you—"

"Pace," he said, his voice low and dark, thick with control. "You have to trust it."

She gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with defiance and need. "I do."

2:30

Her body trembled, not from fear but from the pressure building within, a fire boiling in her spine, radiating from her hips.

Her inner walls milked him, greedy and soaked, each thrust meeting delicious resistance.

Kota kissed up her neck, slow and deliberate, her skin tasting of salt and lightning, her pulse racing under his lips.

"Don’t fight it," he murmured against her ear, his voice a velvet command.

2:00

Aika whimpered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, her breath shaky. "Say something," she breathed, her voice fragile, pleading.

He looked into her eyes, wet and glassy, completely open. "You’re beautiful."

She shook her head, a tear slipping free.

"You’re strong."

She bit her lip harder, fighting the sob threatening to break.

"You’re mine."

The words hit like a spark, her body jerking as they struck something deep.

Her pussy clamped down around him, spasming, a sob catching in her throat as her hips bucked against him.

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