The World Is Mine For The Taking

Her pussy clenched around me the instant I forced my cock inside her, a vice-like grip that sent a shudder rolling down my spine. She was so impossibly tight that I had to grit my teeth to keep from losing control. The overwhelming heat wrapped around me, her insides pulsating, squeezing me as if refusing to let go.

And then—

"Ah, no... Hnnnnnn, hnnnnnnnnnn~!!!"

Her body jerked, a violent tremor racking through her frame. She spasmed uncontrollably, her walls convulsing around my cock. Had she just cum already?

"You came, didn't you?" I murmured, my voice tinged with amusement as I watched her body twitch beneath me.

"I-It's been so long for me..." she gasped, her breath hitching between words. "And it's so huge... Was it always this large, Leon?"

"I haven't changed anything," I told her, my grip tightening on her waist. "It's still the same."

"It feels bigger," she whimpered. "And because it's been so long since we last did it... I feel like I'm still a virgin..."

So that was why she was gripping me so tightly, her body desperately trying to adjust to my intrusion.

"I'm going to move now," I warned, my voice low and firm.

And then I did—thrusting into her with slow, deliberate strokes, dragging my cock along her tight, clinging walls before plunging back inside. The wet, obscene squelching of our bodies echoed in the narrow alley, mingling with her shaky, uncontrolled moans.

"Ah, aah, nn, aah, ahhn, ah, aaahn, ahh! Mmmn! Mmm!"

Her voice quivered, each cry laced with mounting pleasure. But when she realized how loudly she was moaning, she bit down on her lower lip, her face twisting in embarrassment. The action only made her pussy tighten around me even more, clamping down as if begging me to fuck her harder.

I reached forward, yanking down her bra to expose her full, supple breasts. Without hesitation, I seized one in my hand, squeezing the soft mound before pulling her hardened nipple into my mouth.

"Hyaaaan~!"

She gasped, her body jolting as I sucked at her sensitive peak. Her lips parted in a desperate cry, but the second she realized what she had done, she immediately slapped both hands over her mouth, trying to muffle her sounds.

"Mmnn, mnnn, mnnnn... Mnnnn~!"

She was growing impossibly tight, her pussy trembling around me, milking me as if she was on the verge of another orgasm.

"Mmnnn, m, mnnnn, mmmmmh!"

I could feel it—she was close. Her thighs trembled, her breath came in shallow gasps, and the way she clenched down on me told me she was ready to cum again.

But before either of us could reach our climax, I pulled out.

"Mmm?"

She turned to look at me, confusion flashing in her lust-dazed eyes before frustration took over.

"Turn around," I ordered, my tone leaving no room for argument.

She hesitated for a moment, her hands still clasped over her mouth, as if silently cursing me for denying her release. But in the end, she obeyed, shifting onto her hands and knees, offering me a perfect view of her round, beautifully shaped ass.

It was mesmerizing—smooth, firm, and inviting. I wanted to savor it, to worship every inch of that perfect curve. But my cock was already throbbing with unbearable need, aching for release.

Without wasting another second, I grabbed her hips, lined myself up with her entrance, and thrust into her again.

"Hnnnghhhh~!!"

A muffled moan ripped from her throat as her back arched, her pussy spasming around me the instant I filled her. She pressed her mouth harder against her hand, trying to stifle her voice, but the pleasure was too much—her body betrayed her, trembling violently under my relentless thrusts.

I leaned over her, my chest pressing flush against her back as my hands slid over her soft, supple curves. My fingers found her breasts once more, squeezing, kneading, teasing, rolling her hardened nipples between my fingertips as I fucked her from behind.

"Fnmm, mnnn, hmmmm, mnnnnn!?"

Her moans were barely suppressed, her body responding to every touch, every movement, every inch of me buried inside her. The sound of my hips slamming against her ass filled the alley, a sharp, rhythmic clapping that only grew louder as I increased my pace.

"Mnnn, too... too intense... Leon... Be gentle... Hnnnngggggg!?"

But even as she begged, her walls only tightened around me, betraying her true desire.

I didn't hold back. I drove into her harder, faster, deeper—forcing her body to submit completely to the overwhelming pleasure.

"Mnnnghhh, mnnghhh, mmmmmmh!!!!"

Her thighs trembled, her nails scraped against the wall, and her breath hitched as she reached the peak of her pleasure.

She couldn't hold back any longer.

Her body convulsed around me, a sharp, violent tremor running through her as she came—hard. Her pussy clenched down on my cock with a desperate grip, milking me for all I had.

And I couldn't hold back either.

The moment her orgasm hit, I slammed deep inside her and released everything.

"Mmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh~!!!"

Thick, hot cum erupted from my cock, shooting deep into her womb, filling her completely. I groaned, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I poured every last drop inside her, my body trembling with the force of my release.

Her walls continued to pulse and squeeze around me, milking me dry, as if trying to take in every bit of my cum.

For a long moment, we remained locked together, panting, our bodies still trembling from the intensity of our climax.

Slowly, I leaned in, pressing my lips against her shoulder, savoring the lingering heat of her body.

"Let's find an inn... Leon..." Rose murmured, her breath hitching between words, her flushed face glistening under the dim glow of the street lamps.

Her body still trembled slightly, remnants of our earlier passion lingering in the way her fingers clung to my sleeve, desperate yet restrained. Her usually sharp gaze had softened, replaced by a haze of longing.

With her voice laced in both urgency and vulnerability, I knew there was no delaying this any further.

***

The inn we stumbled upon was nothing extraordinary—aged wooden beams lined the walls, and the dim lighting gave the place a dreary atmosphere. However, we didn't have the luxury to be picky. At this point, finding a bed was all that mattered.

The inns in this country were notorious for their poor accommodations, barely scraping by with what I assumed would be abysmal one- or two-star ratings if such things existed here. But the one we stood before was slightly better—perhaps a modest three-star establishment. Mediocre at best, but at least not outright intolerable.

The moment we stepped inside, the innkeeper's eyes widened in shock, his gaze darting between Rose and me. The way we barged in—our bodies still damp with sweat, our breathing uneven—left little to the imagination.

Rose, still leaning against me for support, finally spoke up, her voice sultry yet composed.

"P-Preferably... a room where no noise escapes outside," she requested, her tone carrying a distinct implication.

The young innkeeper stiffened at her words, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. His flustered expression was painfully obvious, his thoughts laid bare in the way his gaze lingered on Rose.

She was breathtaking—her normally composed demeanor shattered, replaced with an undeniable sensuality. Her disheveled hair framed her flushed face, and the way her chest rose and fell so delicately beneath her attire only added to her intoxicating presence.

The poor bastard was utterly entranced.

I could see it in his eyes—that dazed, almost reverent admiration, the silent acknowledgment of Rose's beauty, now untamed by her usual reserved nature.

But as amusing as it was to watch him stumble over his thoughts, I had no intention of letting him ogle her any longer.

I shot him a glare, sharp and possessive.

Instantly, he averted his gaze, coughing into his fist to regain his composure.

"U-Upstairs. The last room at the very end," he stammered, hastily handing me the key with trembling fingers.

Rose, still caught in the lingering haze of desire, managed a breathy, "T-Thank you," though her attention was already elsewhere.

As soon as we turned away from the counter, I acted on impulse. Without warning, I swept her off her feet, cradling her effortlessly in a princess carry.

"Ah! H-Hey, wait—!" she gasped, her fingers gripping onto my shoulders for support as I held her against me.

I smirked, reveling in the startled yet flustered expression that crossed her face.

The wooden staircase creaked beneath my measured steps as I carried her upward, each stride deliberate, savoring the weight of her in my arms.

From below, I felt the innkeeper's lingering gaze.

"Holy shit... that's the Green-Haired Demon..." he muttered under his breath, still in shock. "I can't believe it... She's so fucking hot..."

It seemed Rose was quite well-known here.

She must have heard him too, because she turned away, avoiding my gaze.

"Don't look at me like that," she murmured, voice tinged with embarrassment.

"Why not?" I teased, my grip tightening around her. "It's a fitting nickname. Actually suits you."

She clicked her tongue but said nothing more, pressing her face against my shoulder in a feeble attempt to hide her flustered state.

With that, we continued toward our room.

The night ahead promised no respite.