Sage’s back arched off the bed.

Kael’s tongue worked slow—agonizingly slow—dragging up the length of her slit in long, flat strokes that made her thighs shake. He held her hips pinned to the mattress with both hands, refusing to let her move, refusing to let her rush him.

"Fuck— Kael—"

He didn’t answer. His tongue found her clit and circled it twice before he pulled away entirely.

Sage screamed in frustration.

Her tails thrashed against the sheets. Her claws shredded the pillow beside her. Golden eyes, blown wide with need, stared down at him between her spread thighs.

"Don’t stop— don’t you dare stop—"

"Stop what?" He licked her inner thigh. A tease. A torture. "I’m not doing anything."

"You’re— ahhhn—"

His mouth returned to her clit. Sucked it gently. Then harder. His tongue flicked in rapid patterns while his lips sealed around the swollen bud and worked it with devastating precision.

Sage’s moans broke into something raw. Her hips bucked against his grip, trying to grind into his face, but he held her firm.

"Please— please— I’m going to—"

He pulled away.

"NO— Kael— fuck you—"

"Eventually."

He crawled up her body. His shirt came off in one motion—exposing the scarred, refined muscle of his Void Body—and then his pants followed. His cock sprang free, fully hard, thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip.

Sage’s eyes locked onto it.

Her tongue darted across her lower lip.

"Inside," she breathed. "Now."

Kael positioned himself between her thighs. His cockhead pressed against her soaked entrance—hot, slick, trembling.

"Here we go."

Her golden eyes met his gray-silver eyes.

He pushed in.

Schluuump.

"AHHHH—"

One smooth thrust buried him to the hilt. Sage’s walls clenched around him—tight, wet, pulling him deeper like her body was trying to swallow him whole. Her massive breasts bounced with the impact. Her head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream.

He didn’t wait for her to adjust.

He moved.

Pam! Pam! Pam! Pam!

Fast from the start. Brutal. Each thrust drove her up the bed until her head hit the headboard with a solid thunk. She didn’t notice and also didn’t care from her expression. Her claws raked down his back—ten lines of fire that made him hiss through his teeth and fuck her harder.

"Yes— yes— harder— fuck me harder—"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Skin against skin. The wet schlick of her pussy swallowing him with every thrust. The creak of the bed frame protesting. Sage’s moans rising in pitch with each impact until they were nearly screams.

"Kael— I’m— ahhhHH—"

"Cum."

"I—"

"Cum on my cock, Sage. Now."

She shattered.

Her entire body seized. Walls clamped down like a vice, pulsing with violent spasms that milked his length. A spray of fluid gushed from her entrance, soaking his thighs, dripping onto the sheets beneath them. Her scream was loud enough that the soundproofing of this mediocre inn was definitely being tested.

Kael didn’t stop.

He fucked her through it—three more thrusts, four—until her orgasm extended into a second wave that made her eyes roll back and her tails go rigid.

Then he flipped her.

Sage hit the mattress face-first, massive breasts squished beneath her, ass raised high in the air before she’d even registered the movement.

"My favorite view," he murmured.

He slid back inside.

"Mmmph—"

Pam! Pam! Pam!

This angle was devastating. Every thrust hit deeper than before, pressing against spots that made Sage see stars. Her massive ass rippled with each impact—golden skin jiggling, her thighs trembling, claws digging into the sheets so hard the fabric tore.

"Fuck— too deep— ahh— you’re hitting—"

"Good."

He grabbed her hips and pounded.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The headboard slammed against the wall. Loud. Rhythmic. Definitely audible to anyone in adjacent rooms.

Sage didn’t care.

Her second orgasm crashed through her without warning—walls squeezing, body convulsing, a long broken wail muffled by the pillow she was biting down on.

Kael pulled out.

Sage whimpered at the emptiness.

"Turn around."

She turned—boneless, dazed, chest heaving. He straddled her stomach, his slick cock resting between her massive breasts. She understood immediately.

Her hands pushed her breasts together, engulfing him in warm, soft flesh. The tip poked out the top, glistening with her juices.

Sage craned her neck forward and took it into her mouth.

Schlp. Schlp. Schllp.

She sucked the tip while her breasts squeezed his shaft—working him with both at once, tongue swirling around the head while her tits massaged the length.

"Good girl," Kael groaned.

Her cheeks hollowed. She sucked harder.

His hips moved—fucking her tits while she worked the head. The wet sounds filled the room. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her breasts, mixing with the slick coating his cock.

"I’m close."

She sucked harder. Faster. Her golden eyes looked up at him, blazing with hunger.

He came.

Burst after burst shot into her mouth—thick, hot, flooding her tongue. She swallowed greedily, throat working, but there was too much. Cum leaked from the corners of her lips, spilling down her chin, dripping onto her breasts.

She didn’t stop sucking until he was empty.

Then she licked her lips.

Swallowed again.

Opened her mouth to show him nothing remained.

"Mine," she whispered.

"We’ll see about that."

He pushed her onto her back again.

They didn’t stop.

Reverse cowgirl—Sage riding him with her hands on his knees, massive ass bouncing, breasts swaying, three orgasms before she collapsed forward.

Side position—Kael behind her, one hand gripping her breast, the other on her clit, whispering filthy things into her ear until she came so hard she bit through the pillow.

Full nelson—her arms pinned, breasts squished against his chest, his cock hitting so deep she forgot how to breathe.

Missionary again—slow this time, almost gentle, her legs wrapped around his waist, his forehead against hers, golden eyes meeting silver while their bodies moved together in something that felt dangerously close to intimacy.

She came six more times.

He came inside her four.

By midnight, the sheets were destroyed. By two in the morning, Sage had lost count of everything—orgasms, positions, the number of times she’d screamed his name loud enough for half of Thornwick to hear.

By four, she lay beneath him, trembling, overfilled, cum leaking from her swollen pussy in a steady stream, unable to move, unable to think, unable to do anything except breathe.

"Again," Kael murmured against her neck.

"You’ll kill me."

"No Sage, don’t do this. You tempted the devil. Now be punished."

His teeth found her earlobe.

Sage’s exhausted body twitched back to life.

"...Fine. But you’re doing the work this time."

He laughed—warm, genuine—and flipped her onto her stomach one more time.

Dawn crept through the window.

Sage lay sprawled across the bed, barely conscious. Cum leaked from her ruined pussy onto sheets that would need to be burned. Claw marks decorated the walls. The headboard had left a permanent dent. The pillow was torn in half.

Kael sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed, pulling on his boots.

"Five minutes," he said.

Sage made a sound that was approximately "fuck you."

"Four minutes now."

She groaned and forced herself upright. Every muscle screamed. Her thighs were jelly. Her pussy was sore in ways that would make walking interesting.

She looked at him—composed, rested, not a hair out of place—and seriously considered murdering him.

"You’re a monster," she croaked.

"Yes," he agreed pleasantly. "Three minutes."

She threw a pillow at him.

He caught it without looking and tossed it back.

"Hurry up, sweets. Your group leader is waiting."

The door closed behind him.

Sage stared at the ceiling.

Worth it, she thought with a foolish smile.

She dragged herself out of bed.