Modern Weapons Cheat in Fantasy World-Chapter 43: Sudden Development (R18)

Marcus’s hand cupped the side of her face, his thumb brushing her cheek.

She leaned into it, her breath coming quicker now, warm puffs against his lips.

"Marcus..." The word was a whisper, barely audible, but it sent a jolt straight through him.

His other hand settled on her waist, fingers splaying over the fabric of her dirndl, feeling the curve beneath.

He kissed her again. Not soft this time. His mouth claimed hers with hunger, tongues sliding together in a messy, urgent tangle. Elaina gasped into it, her hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer until their bodies pressed flush on the sofa. The wood creaked faintly under their shifting weight, the cushions dipping as she swung one leg over his lap, straddling him without breaking the kiss.

Marcus groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her lips. His hands roamed up her back, fingers hooking into the laces of her dirndl. He tugged at them experimentally, loosening the tight bodice with deliberate pulls. The fabric parted slowly, revealing the pale swell of her breasts, nipples already pebbled and straining against the thin shift underneath.

"Off," he murmured against her mouth, voice rough. "Let me see you."

Elaina’s cheeks burned hot under his gaze as she helped him, shrugging the dirndl down her shoulders. The heavy skirt pooled around her hips first, then slid lower as she lifted her knees, kicking it free to the floor with a soft thud. Underneath, she wore only a simple shift and undergarments, the thin cotton clinging to her curves from the heat building between them. Her thighs squeezed his hips, the friction of her warmth pressing down on the growing bulge in his trousers sending sparks up his spine.

Her turn. Elaina’s fingers trembled slightly as she gripped the hem of his shirt, yanking it up and over his head in one swift motion.

She ran her palms over it, feeling the heat radiating off him, the steady thump of his heart under her touch.

"So this is the man’s body."

Marcus’s hands were on her shift now, bunching the fabric up her thighs. He broke the kiss to nip at her jaw, her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there while his fingers worked higher. The shift came off next, tossed aside carelessly, leaving her in just her undergarments. Her breasts spilled free, full and soft, nipples tightening further in the room’s draft. He palmed one, thumb circling the peak, rolling it until she whimpered, a high, needy sound that made his cock twitch hard against her core.

They kissed again, savage now, lips bruising, teeth clashing in their frenzy. Elaina ground down on him instinctively, feeling the thick ridge of him through his trousers rubbing right against her aching center.

"I want you..." he growled, hands shoving at her undergarments, peeling them down her thighs. She lifted just enough for him to strip them off. There was no going back.

Elaina fumbled with his belt, urgency making her fingers clumsy. The leather gave way, trousers shoved down his hips along with his underthings. His cock sprang free veins pulsing along the length, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. It slapped against his stomach with a wet sound before she wrapped her hand around it.

"It’s big," she mumbled.

"Yeah, and it wants to be inside you."

She then began stroking it, like playing with it, and while doing it, her mouth was watering with saliva.

"Suck it," Marcus simply said.

Elaina hesitated for a split second, her eyes locked on the thick shaft in her hand, veins throbbing under her fingers as she pumped it slowly. The head swelled with each stroke, more pre-cum beading at the slit and slicking her palm. Her mouth watered indeed, a flush creeping up her neck as desire overrode any shyness.

She slid off his lap, dropping to her knees on the rug between his spread thighs, the sofa creaking as Marcus leaned back to watch her.

Her breath ghosted over his cock before she leaned in and dragged her tongue along the underside from base to tip, tasting the salty tang of his arousal. Marcus hissed through his teeth, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her as she swirled her tongue around the crown, lapping up the leaking fluid.

"Ugh...it’s so good."

Elaina parted her lips and sucked the head inside, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed forward, inching more of him past her teeth. He filled her mouth completely, stretching her jaw, the girth pressing against her tongue. She gagged softly when she tried to take him deeper, saliva pooling and dripping down her chin, but she didn’t stop. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking what she couldn’t swallow, twisting on the upstroke while she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder.

Marcus’s hips bucked involuntarily, fucking shallowly into her warmth, his fingers tightening in her hair.

"Fuck, your mouth feels good," he groaned, watching her tits sway with each bob of her head, nipples brushing her arms. She hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight to his balls, making them draw up tight. Elaina’s free hand cupped them, rolling the heavy sacs gently, then tugging lightly as she deepthroated him further, nose brushing his pubic hair.

He thrust up then, holding her head steady as he pumped into her throat, the wet gluck-gluck sounds filling the room. Tears pricked her eyes from the effort, but the ache between her legs grew, her pussy clenching emptily, slickness coating her inner thighs. She pulled back with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock, and dove back in, sucking sloppily, her tongue flicking the sensitive frenulum.

"Enough," Marcus rasped suddenly, hauling her up by the arms. He spun her around, bending her over the arm of the sofa, her ass presented to him, cheeks parting to reveal her glistening folds. She braced her hands on the cushions, arching her back as he kicked her feet wider. His cock nudged her entrance, sliding through her wetness once, twice, before he gripped her hips and slammed home in one brutal thrust.

Elaina cried out, the fullness overwhelming, his cock splitting her open and hitting deep inside her pussy.

He pounded into her relentlessly, skin slapping skin, his balls smacking her clit with every drive.

"You’re so tight," he said as his one hand reached around to pinch her nipple, twisting until she moaned. The other slapped her ass, the sting blooming into heat that made her walls flutter around him.

She pushed back, meeting his thrusts, the sofa rocking under them as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. Marcus leaned over her, biting her shoulder, then licked the mark as he fucked her harder, the head of his cock dragging against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

"I’m coming," Marcus’s words dissolved into a guttural roar as his cock throbbed inside her, swelling even thicker before he unleashed, hot spurts of cum flooding her pussy in powerful jets.

Elaina felt every pulse, the warmth spreading deep as her walls milked him greedily, her own orgasm crashing over her like a wave.

He didn’t stop thrusting through it, grinding deep to prolong the bliss, his grip on her hips bruising as he rode out the aftershocks.

Finally, Marcus slowed, pulling out with a wet pop, his cum leaking from her stretched hole, trailing down her thighs in thick rivulets.

And at that moment, Marcus realized he just had sex with Elaina, and it was so damn good.