Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 80: Even more orgasm

Chapter 80: Even more orgasm

Inolda lay sprawled across the rumpled bed, her pink curls a wild, tangled mess against the pillow, her vibrant tunic splayed open, bare skin glistening with sweat under the silvery glow of the ceiling’s crystal orb.

Her bold eyes were glazed, breaths coming in ragged gasps from the second orgasm that had just ripped through her, but a defiant spark still burned as she locked gazes with Alex.

His red eyes glinted with a predatory hunger, his body radiating raw heat as he climbed over her, positioning himself between her trembling thighs.

His rod, hard and throbbing, pressed against her slick cave, the contact sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through him, a tight, burning need that made his pulse pound in his ears.

With a single, deep thrust, he filled her, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as her tight, wet heat enveloped him, the sensation raw and overwhelming, a pulsing ache that drove him to move.

"Oh, fuck, Alex!" Inolda’s moan was loud, unfiltered, echoing off the walls as her back arched high, her cave clenching around him.

Pleasure surged through her, a hot, electric wave that set every nerve ablaze, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, leaving faint red trails.

Her thighs wrapped tightly around his hips as he pounded into her, each thrust hard and deliberate, the friction igniting a relentless, searing heat.

"Nngh, yes!" she cried, her voice raw, her body rocking in sync with his rhythm, breasts bouncing with each impact, sweat beading on her flushed skin.

Alex felt the slick, tight drag of her cave, each thrust stoking his arousal, a primal, consuming urge that made his breaths come in harsh, uneven bursts.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," he growled, his voice low and rough, the pleasure a burning edge that pushed him to drive harder, deeper.

The intensity was visceral, a raw connection that pulsed between them, their bodies locked in a desperate, primal dance.

Inolda’s moans grew louder, more frantic, a steady stream of "Oh, shit, Alex!" and "Fuck, yes!" as the pleasure coiled tighter, a white-hot knot in her core.

Her bold eyes fluttered, half-lidded, clouded with arousal, her skin flushed crimson under the orb’s glow.

Each thrust sent a fresh surge of pleasure through her, a pulsing, electric current that made her thighs tremble, her nerves sparking with every move.

"gods, you’re killing me," she gasped, her voice breaking, the sensation so intense it bordered on overwhelming, her body alive with the heat of his relentless rhythm.

He pulled out briefly, flipping her onto her stomach with a swift, commanding tug, her moan a sharp, "Oh, shit!" as he yanked her hips up, entering her from behind.

The new angle was a revelation, his rod hitting deeper, a sharp, electric jolt of pleasure coursing through him, his groans low and guttural, vibrating in his chest.

"Fuck, Alex, yes!" Inolda’s moan was a broken cry, her hands fisting the covers, knuckles whitening as her body rocked back to meet his thrusts, desperate for more.

The pleasure was a relentless assault, her cave throbbing, the heat coiling tighter with every stroke.

"Oh, gods, harder!" she begged, her voice raw, skin flushed a deep crimson, pink curls bouncing wildly as the sensation consumed her.

Her moans escalated, a desperate, unhinged chant... "Fuck, don’t stop!"... filling the room, each one louder, more pleading, as the pleasure pushed her closer to the edge.

The friction was intoxicating, a searing pulse that made her tremble, her thighs quivering with every deep, pounding thrust.

Alex’s hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her slick skin, guiding her movements as he drove into her, the slick heat of her cave gripping him, a burning, primal need that made his rod pulse.

"Fuck, Inolda," he groaned, his voice hoarse, the pleasure a raw, consuming force that tested his control.

Her moans were a symphony, each one a testament to the overwhelming sensation, her body shuddering under the onslaught, nerves alight with every thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped, her voice cracking, the pleasure a tidal wave that threatened to drown her, her skin slick, her heart racing with the raw connection between them.

Alex switched it up again, rolling her onto her side with a fluid motion, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder as he re-entered, the angle tight and precise.

His thrust was deep, a surge of pleasure ripping through him, the slick heat of her cave gripping him, a burning, primal need that made his breaths harsh and uneven.

"Nngh, Alex, fuck!" Inolda moaned, her bold eyes squeezing shut, her body shuddering as the pleasure hit harder, a searing, electric current that made her cave clench.

"Oh, shit, yes!" she gasped, her hips grinding against him, chasing the peak, the friction relentless.

Her moans were a steady chant, raw and unfiltered... "Fuck, keep going!" .... each one louder, more desperate, as the pleasure pushed her closer, her skin glistening, her body a live wire sparking with every thrust.

Her orgasm crashed through her, her cave spasming around his rod, a loud, shuddering moan tearing from her.... "Fuck, Alex, I’m coming!" ...as pleasure erupted, a white-hot, all-consuming surge that made her body convulse.

Her back arched high, thighs clamping around him, fingers clawing the bed, pink curls thrashing as the sensation pulsed, overwhelming.

"Oh, gods!" she gasped, her moans breaking into shaky whimpers as the waves left her breathless, flushed, and spent.

Alex groaned, the tight spasms milking him, his pleasure a raw, burning edge, but he held back, his thrusts slowing, savoring the heat, his red eyes locked on her trembling form, drinking in every shudder, every gasp.

Inolda panted, her bold eyes flickering open, a mix of awe and exhaustion in her gaze.

"Damn, Alex," she rasped, her voice hoarse, "how many times you gonna make me cum in a day? Keep this up, you might break me."

Her tone was half-joking, half-serious, her breath still uneven, her body limp but sparking with residual pleasure, the connection between them electric, a fire that burned hotter with every touch.

Alex chuckled, a low, teasing sound, his red eyes glinting as he leaned over her, his smirk wide. "Where’s that usual snark, huh?" he taunted, his voice husky, playful. "Who knew orgasms were the way to get you to behave?"

The jab was sharp, his grin daring her to bite back, the pleasure still thrumming through him, his rod hard, aching for more.

Inolda swatted his arm, her bold eyes flashing, a weak but fiery retort in her gaze. "You’re an ass," she muttered, her voice lacking its usual bite, her body too sated to muster more.

Alex laughed, the sound dark and amused, but he moved swiftly, flipping her onto her back again, his hands guiding her legs apart. "You’re due for a new position," he said, his voice a low growl, red eyes burning with intent.