Chapter 608: Together Again
Muaah~... Muaah~... Muaah~
We kissed for what felt like an eternity, our bodies pressed together, tongues fighting a passionate war that neither side was willing to make stop.
Augusta's hands roamed over my back, her touch filled with an uncontrollable longing that mirrored my own.
She didn't even let me pull back, always biting my lips or tongue when I tried to speak.
Augusta really did miss me greatly, as I did her.
After all, she was the one who spent the most time with me, five months in her dead world trying to repair the teleporter, five months of the best sex life we had that turned her from enemy to sex slave and finally to a lover.
"Mhmm... Augu... mhmm... s-stop..." I finally managed to gasp out, pushing her away slightly, my chest heaving. "Easy there, people are going to see us."
Eventually, she broke the kiss, but only by a few inches, her hot breath tickling my lips.
"I don't care," she panted, her lone red eye burning with an intensity that made my knees weak. "It's been too long."
She didn't give me a chance to reply, pulling me into another bruising kiss. Her hands were no longer roaming; they were possessive, one gripping the back of my neck, the other sliding down to grab my ass.
Gods, she was going to fuck me right here in this alley. And honestly, I was tempted to let her.
"Mhmm... I said... Not Here!" I managed to break free, my lips swollen and tingling. "You have a safe place we can go to?"
Augusta paused for a moment, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Then, she nodded, a smirk playing on her lips. She wrapped her arm around my waist, pulling me flush against her.
"Hold on tight."
With a tap on her arm bracelet, we got teleported away from the dark alley.
It happened instantly without any flashy lights or discomfort.
Before I could even blink, the scene changed from the dark alley to a large room with a very big bed.
A very big, round bed.
Augusta didn't wait for me to even get my bearings. She was on me again, pushing me down onto the plush mattress, her body covering mine. The armor she wore vanished into thin air, exposing her pale skin, the web of faint scars that I knew so well, and the lean, powerful muscles that I had missed.
"We're going to fuck until we pass out," she growled, her hands tearing at my clothes with a desperate urgency. "And then we're going to fuck some more."
I didn't protest. How could I? My own body was responding with the same desperate need, my cunt clenching with anticipation as her fingers brushed against my inner thighs. I wanted her. I needed her. Just as much as she needed me.
Clothes were ripped away, discarded like trash. Skin met skin, a desperate friction that sent jolts of electricity through us both. Augusta's lips were everywhere—on my neck, my collarbone, my breasts—leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
"Gods, I missed you," she murmured against my skin, her voice thick with emotion. "I missed your scent, your taste, the way you feel..."
"I missed you too, Augu," I replied, my hands tangling in her long, fiery hair, pulling her up for another kiss. "So much."
She responded with a fierce hunger, her tongue delving into my mouth, claiming me. It was a kiss of possession, of reunion, of a longing that had been left to fester for too long.
I really underestimated how much she missed me.
It wasn't just about the sex. It was about the connection we had forged in that dead world.
Five months of blood, sweat, broken machinery, and mind-blowing sex. It forged a bond that went beyond simple lust or friendship.
That kind of bond doesn't fade just because time and distance get in the way.
Augusta's mouth left mine and traveled lower, teeth scraping my collarbone, tongue circling one nipple before she sucked hard enough to make me arch off the bed. My fingers tightened in her hair, pulling just the way she liked.
"Fuck… Augu…" I breathed.
She answered by biting down, then soothing the sting with her tongue. Her hand slid between my legs, two fingers finding me already soaked and spreading the wetness up over my clit. She rubbed slow, deliberate circles, watching my face the entire time.
Before coming to the Nexus City, I removed my cock since the dress Vicky gave me was skin-tight, and I didn't want to have a bulge in front of my friends.
Not because of shame or anything... I don't really have shame when it comes to my body.
It's just that the bulge would look ugly and cause the dress to not sit correctly.
Now? I regretted not growing it before we got here.
"Don't stop," I whimpered, grinding my hips against her hand.
She didn't. She pushed a third finger inside me, curling them to hit that spot that made my toes curl. Her thumb pressed against my clit, and the combination was almost enough to send me over the edge.
But then she pulled away.
I whined at the loss of contact, opening my eyes to see her kneeling between my legs. She brought her glistening fingers to her lips, her red eye locked on mine as she tasted me.
"How I missed this taste," she said, her voice a low purr. "This is better than any wine I had these past weeks."
I didn't say another word. There was no need for words at this point; lust and desire were all that mattered.
So I leaned back on the bed and slowly spread my legs for her.
My legs were long and smooth, the skin flawless. I ran my hands down my inner thighs, my fingers tracing a path that led directly to the heart of my desire.
With my fingers, I pulled my wet folds apart, exposing the glistening pinkness within.
"..."
Augusta's breath hitched.
For a full three seconds, she just stared. Her lone red eye, usually so guarded, so full of cold intelligence, was now wide with unadulterated hunger. The scars on her face seemed to fade; the only thing visible was the raw, primal need that mirrored my own.
She looked like a starving woman who had just been presented with a feast.
And I was the main course.
She didn't waste a second. In a blur of motion, she used the skill I gave her long ago.
[Futanarization]
In a blink, her clit began to swell. The little bud of nerves pulsed, growing longer and thicker at an astonishing rate. Skin stretched, veins formed, and within seconds, where a clit once was, there now stood a magnificent, proud cock.
It was pink, unlike her skin, with a network of thick, prominent veins that promised intense pleasure. The head was a perfect, flared crown, already glistening with a bead of pre-cum. It wasn't as big as mine, of course, but it was a respectable size, one that would fill and satisfy any partner.
She stroked it a few times, her hand moving up and down the shaft, her gaze never leaving mine. The sight sent a fresh wave of arousal through me, my own pussy clenching in anticipation and the need for foreplay?
Heh... with this level of desire running through our veins?
Foreplay becomes a forgotten concept or a barrier that denies us real pleasure.
She didn't kneel. She didn't tease. She lunged.
PAT!
Like a fleshy battering ram that was too eager to BREACH the pink, wet gate.
The head of her cock, already slick with her own arousal, parted my folds without preamble. There were no loyal defenders to try to stop the intruder, no resistance to the invasion.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
My inner walls welcomed her with a tight, greedy embrace.
"Ahh~... AUGU!" I cried out, my back arching so violently off the mattress that only my shoulders and heels were touching the bed.
It was a perfect intrusion. Not too big, not too small. Just right. She filled me completely, stretching me in all the right ways.
"Ahhh~... Missed this cunt," Augusta growled, voice rough and low. "Missed how it squeezes me… how it tries to milk every drop…"
Then she moved.
Hard. Fast. No mercy.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Her hips smacked against my thighs, the wet, vulgar sounds of our flesh meeting echoing in the large room. She didn't care about me being her master, and I didn't give a fuck about that.
Right now? We were just two starving beasts finally having their meal.
I wrapped my legs around her waist, my heels digging into her lower back, urging her on. I wanted more. I needed more.
"F-Fuck! Yes! Right there!" I gasped, reaching down between our bodies, my fingers finding my clit. I rubbed it in frantic circles, trying to match her brutal pace. "Fuck me, you bitch! Fucking ruin me!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Augusta obeyed like a woman possessed. She set a punishing, brutal rhythm, hammering into me with the full force of her lean, powerful body. Each thrust was deeper, harder than the last, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
The bed beneath us already started to creak from the force of our fucking, not in a complaining way, but in a 'more' way.
"You like this, don't you?" Augusta panted, her red eye burning with a feral intensity. "You like being used like a cheap whore."
"A-Ah! Y-Yes!" I cried out, tears of pleasure streaming down my face. "I'm your whore! Your slut! Your fucking toy! Now fuck me like one!"
"Good... because I just started."
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