Without a moment wasted, he picked the quivering Erza and slammed her wet pussy with his hard cock.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, she gasped as he filled her completely, the sensation of being taken by her remembered love almost too much to bear. The weight of him, the heat of his body, the feel of his cock stretching and claiming her was a stark contrast to the gentle touches she had felt moments ago. His hands gripped her ass, holding her firmly in place as he began to move, his hips pumping into hers with a fierce, primal rhythm.
Her soft moans echoed in the room with each bounce of her ass.
"Haaahh.. ughhhmnn... fuc-"
Erza's moan was cut short as he slammed her harder. The shock of the sudden fullness was a stark contrast to the gentle teasing that had come before.
He moved with a purpose, a fierce need that she could feel deep within her core. His hips thrust into hers, a powerful dance that sent shockwaves through her body with every stroke. She could feel the veins pulsing in his cock, the desperate hunger that matched her own.
"You like this... you missed this you whore?"
His voice was a rumble in his chest, a sound that she could feel deep within her own body. His strokes grew deeper, more urgent, as if he too were caught in the whirlwind of remembered passion. The room around them was a blur of shadows and light, the only constant the pulse of their bodies moving together. The blindfold remained snug over her eyes, the runes burning with a gentle insistence that this was real, that she was not alone.
"Ye- yessss... please"
The words were torn from her, a desperate plea that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the room. The illusion of Jellal's cock inside her was almost too much, and she knew she was close to the edge again. Her body was a live wire, sparks of pleasure dancing along her skin, each movement a symphony of need and want.
He pulled out suddenly, leaving her panting and needy. Erza whimpered, her body arching for more, but she felt his strong hands turn her around, guiding her to straddle his lap as he sat in the chair. The blindfold remained in place, the silver runes pulsing with the heat of their union.
With a powerful thrust, she took him inside her again, the sensation of his cock filling her up making her eyes roll back in her head. His hands gripped her waist, guiding her movements, setting a rhythm that was both demanding and intoxicating. The chair creaked beneath them, a testament to their passionate dance.
Erza's breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples tight with desire. She leaned back, her head resting on his shoulder, and his mouth found hers.
The kiss was a conflagration of longing and regret, a silent promise that this moment was theirs alone. His tongue slipped between her parted lips, dancing with hers in a fiery reunion that left her breathless. The taste of him was a memory made real, a phantom kiss that brought back a flood of sensations.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their hearts beating in a symphony of remembered love and desperate need. Erza's nails dug into his shoulders, leaving half-moons in his skin as she rode him, her hips rising and falling to meet each of his powerful strokes. The room around them was lost in shadow, yet the heat of their passion burned away the darkness, leaving only the two of them suspended in a world of sensation.
His hands roamed her body, tracing the lines of muscle and the softness of her curves. His fingers found her clit once more, and the pressure grew, a crescendo of pleasure that had her panting and moaning his name. Her breasts swayed with the motion of their union, the tips sensitive and swollen, begging for his touch.
Eyes gleamed with desire as he watched Erza's body move above him. He could feel her tightening around him, her orgasm approaching. His own was a beast within him, demanding release, but he held it back, savoring every second of their shared ecstasy.
With her on his lap, he grabbed both of her sensitive tits and pulled them both to his mouth.
The sensation of his teeth grazing her nipples, the flick of his tongue, the warmth of his breath, it was all too much. Erza's head fell back, a silent cry escaping her throat as she felt the coil of pleasure tighten within her. The blindfold was a second skin, a conduit for sensations that seemed to have no beginning or end, the runes leaving trails of fire across her vision.
He watched her face as she rode him, the hunger in his gaze as potent as the magic that bound them together in this shadowed realm.
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Hello, the full NSFW scene with Erza is already done in my p@treon.
You can read in advance here:
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