Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System
Chapter 198: Taming the Wild Cat - Anal [R18]

Chapter 198: Taming the Wild Cat - Anal [R18]

Her moan echoed faintly, swallowed by the stone walls around us.

I kept my eyes on her face.

Not her thighs, not her glistening folds twitching around my fingers—but her eyes. That brilliant blue glow was flickering, losing focus.

"John~ Nnngh..."

I pulled her panties aside and pushed into her wetness, twisting it inside as she squirmed and clung to my arm.

"You like that?"

"Hnngh~ Yes... It feels so good..."

Qinglan panted as she arched her back.

"Mmm..."

She moaned with half closed eyes, unable to stop the pleasure flowing through her body as she spread herself wide open, exposing her wet pussy and black pubic hair.

I watched her swollen clit peek from behind her puffy folds.

"Are you jealous?"

My fingers dragged against her sensitive walls as I plunged deeper until...

"Nngh... Oh... Oh my god...!"

Her juices soaked my hand as she threw back her head with pleasure, and her insides tightened around my fingers, squeezing them like a slippery vice, creating a wet pop.

Tough she didn’t cum, I could feel her insides throbbing... her chest heaving as she looked up at me with beautiful blue eyes.

"Do you want more?"

Her answer was a whisper, breathless and soaked in need.

"...Yes."

I didn’t pull my hand away and slid deeper, curling two fingers inside her soaking tunnel while my thumb rubbed slow, deliberate circles around her clit. Slowly, just enough to make her hips bounce on the rock, moaning in my ears over and over.

Qinglan gripped my arm with both hands, biting her lips and looking at me as if aggrieved.

"Nngh... John, you’re being cruel... Ahhhn...!"

Her thighs closed tight around my hand as her insides quivered, squeezing with a wet squelch with each movement of my fingers.

The warmth of her smooth folds became sticky as I dragged both fingers along her entrance walls.

"John... please..."

That word. Please.

I watched her lips quiver as she bit back a louder moan.

Her thighs clamped around my wrist, tight and trembling. The pressure in her walls increased with each pulse of her heartbeat. She was close—very close.

But I didn’t let her fall over the edge yet.

I slowed my fingers just enough to drag it out, savouring how her face twisted with frustration and hunger. Her pupils were blown wide now, cheeks flushed, her breath catching with each minor stroke that sent sparks through her nerves.

"You’re holding back," I said low against her ear. "Let go."

"I... I can’t..."

"You can."

She tried to answer, but her words died as my fingers plunged again, this time faster, harder, right into that sweet spot that made her eyes close tight.

"Ahh—ahhn...!" She cried out, not even trying to muffle it this time.

Her body locked up.

Qinglan grabbed me tight, her fingernails sinking into my flesh as she gasped hot hair into my face. She bounced on the stone while enduring her climax, her eyes closed, and she let out a cute series of sounds.

Hot, slimy and tight... she clenched around my fingers.

"Does it feel good?"

"Ahhhnnn~ Mmmmnh!"

Still trembling from her climax, she could barely hold herself up.

I lifted her off the spot, a thick pool of sticky juices dripping down the edge of the rock, before guiding her to the rocky wall and pushing her face first.

She let out a startled moan.

Her cheek pressed to the wall, one leg lifted, trembling slightly from the last orgasm that hadn’t even entirely faded.

I kept my hand on her hip, steadying her.

"Nngh... it’s sensitive..." she whispered again, half gasping, her voice rasped and husky with leftover moans.

"I know," I said. "That’s why it’ll feel even better."

Her skin was hot under my palm. The slope of her ass, the quivering line of her thighs, the way her inner walls had just soaked my fingers and still throbbed with leftover contractions... all of it burned into my senses.

I haven’t entered her yet. Instead, I dropped my free hand between her legs again, tracing her drenched slit with slow, teasing pressure.

"Ahn~!"

She jolted, trying to move her hips away, but I caught her easily and pinned her tight against the stone. My fingers returned to her core, dragging through the slick mess between her folds and curling back inside.

Her body was still fluttering from the last climax, twitching and clenching around me with every gentle pump of my fingers.

"Sensitive?" I asked.

She nodded weakly.

I moved slowly. Curling two fingers deep again, I found the soft spot, the same one I’d abused earlier. I stroked it with rhythmic pressure, timing each thrust of my fingers to the beat of her breath.

Qinglan whimpered into the wall as her hips lifted, revealing her cute buttocks and the small mole on the inside of her ass cheek.

"John—no... I’ll—I’ll cum again... I can’t..."

"You can cum, just not like this."

She tried to move, to wriggle away, but I kept her pinned with my hips. My cock slid against the cleft of her ass, smearing precum along her skin.

Her body arched again the moment I lined up against her. Not her soaked folds this time, but the tighter hole nestled between those perfect cheeks.

"Nnngh... John—" Her voice cracked, soft and unsure. "You’re not..."

"I am."

Her thighs trembled. Qinglan tried to look back, her cheek still pressed to the wall, her lips parted with a breathless whimper. I could see the flush rising down her neck, her ass clenching as if it already knew what was coming.

I spat into my hand.

Then rubbed the slickness between her cheeks.

My cock twitched as I dragged it across her rear, teasing the entrance. She jerked with each touch, body still recovering, still soaked and shivering from the climax I’d forced out of her just moments ago.

"You’re soaked down here," I muttered, thumbing her twitching rim. "And so warm..."

"John, w-wait—it’s tight... I’m still..."

I pushed my cock against her, not forcing it in, just letting her feel the pressure. Her hips twitched, but she didn’t pull away.

I leaned down close to her ear.

"Tell me no, and I’ll stop."

She didn’t.

She shuddered.

"...Just go slow."

I lifted one hand from the wall and wrapped my fingers over her lips.

Qinglan panted against my palm, chest rising and falling.

Her voice muffled under my hand, she opened her mouth wide to catch my thumb, and bit down gently, groaning around it, while I worked the tip in slowly.

"Oof... Ahh~!"

The tight ring of flesh gave way suddenly.

Qinglan jolted when I buried the first inch in her ass, sending another deep groan of pleasure as she trembled in my arms, whimpering from her nose.

Her eyes shut tight. Her other leg rose to stand on tiptoe.

The sharp angle made her arch her hips, which sank me further into her warmth, into the soft flutter of her insides. The extra height did little else.

In response, she writhed, but I held her tight in place.

"Mm-mffh... Mmhhph~"

Her sounds were music in my ears.

Her body clenched instantly, her inner muscles resisting the intrusion, even as her slick entrance eased me forward, inch by inch.

"Ahhn—nggh...!"

Her hands curled into fists against the wall, her back arching instinctively, ass lifting into me as I pushed in deeper. The pressure, the tightness—she was practically sucking me in with how hard she clenched.

"Still breathing?" I whispered.

She nodded against the wall, a tear slipping down her cheek from the shock of it.

"Just... don’t move yet."

I didn’t.

I stayed still, buried halfway, one hand on her hip, the other stroking her back gently while her body adjusted. Her walls trembled around me, squeezing and fluttering without rhythm. Her breathing slowed as she settled into the feeling.

"You’re doing good," I said.

She gave a shaky laugh. "It feels... full. Like I’m going to break..."

"You won’t." I slid in a little more.

My cock plunged further into her asshole, until my hips slapped against her buttocks with a smack, causing them to jiggle.

"Haaah!? Hnnngh!"

The stretch made her moan again—this time lower, more primal, even as her body tensed around me like a vice. Inch by inch, I sank in until her ass pressed flush against my hips.

Qinglan groaned into the wall.

"Oh fuck... John..."

"Still okay?"

"I... I don’t know..."

I pulled back slowly, and her entire body jolted. Then I thrust in again, just halfway. Her voice caught in her throat, becoming a choked, breathless squeal.

"Sensitive... John—hnngh... I can feel it so deep... you’re spreading my ass so much!"

"That’s the idea."

I set a rhythm. Slow, careful thrusts, just enough to make her toes curl and her hips jerk. She tried to push back, but every time she did, I went still, holding her there, teasing her as I ground my hips against her.

"You like it?"

"I—I hate how good it feels," she gasped. "It shouldn’t... feel this good..."

Her body trembled around me again. I could feel the heat of her insides, the raw tightness, the way she tried to muffle every single moan but failed.

I fucked her ass slowly, deliberately, every stroke making her writhe. And when I gripped her hips tighter and pushed in all the way. She clenched tighter, her body shuddering while gasping for air after reaching a light orgasm.

Qinglan came from anal.