He grabbed her hips tighter, slammed into her faster, sloppier, until his own climax started to build, rising from the base of his spine like lightning up his cock.
"Take it," he growled, voice almost animal. "Take all of it—again."
Her moans cracked into sobs of bliss.
"Fill me—Sylvaris—cum in me—please—!"
And he came.
He slammed one last time, balls deep, her pussy sucking him in like a black hole—and then he roared, spilling into her with a thick, violent flood of cum that shot deep into her womb, mixing with the previous loads, overflowing until her pussy gushed and his seed leaked down his own cock.
They stood there, trembling, locked together, panting and soaked.
And she whispered, voice broken and perfect:
"Don't ever stop..."
She was still impaled on his cock when it happened.
Her eyes, once shimmering with soft light, once filled with worship and heat… went blank.
Wide open, glassy, unfocused—no thoughts, no hesitation—only reflex.
Only cock.
