With a sudden surge of strength, Jellal's arms banded around her waist, and he lifted her off him, spinning her in place until she faced the chair. He bent her over the back of it, her palms flat on the cool wood. The shift in angle made her gasp, the change in position sending a fresh bolt of pleasure through her.
Her ass was in the air, her pussy exposed and glistening with need.
The room around them seemed to pulse with the beat of their hearts, the air thick with desire. Erza felt his hand on her lower back, guiding her, urging her to arch further. The wood of the chair was cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the fire that burned in her veins. His grip was firm, his touch a reminder of his dominance, his need to claim her in every way possible.
With a primal growl, he thrust back into her again. The angle was new, and it sent a fresh wave of sensation crashing through her. She could feel every inch of him, the head of his cock brushing against the deepest parts of her that she had kept hidden away. The sensation was almost painful, but she reveled in it, the sharpness of it only serving to heighten the pleasure.
"Hunghmm..."
Her moan was muffled by the chair as he buried himself deep inside her, his grip tightening on her hips. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the air, a rhythmic punctuation to their desperate coupling.
His thrusts grew more erratic, his breaths more ragged. The force of his thrusts made the chair rock, the legs scraping against the floor in a frantic rhythm that seemed to echo their hearts. Erza's breasts bounced with each impact, the painful pleasure sending shockwaves through her. She could feel her orgasm building again, a storm gathering on the horizon of their shared passion.
She was lost in a haze of sensation, her thoughts a jumbled mess of memory and desire. Each rough thrust into her dripping wet pussy was a declaration of ownership, a claim that transcended the fabric of reality and delved into the very essence of her being.
Hips pounded into her with a ferocity that seemed to shake the very foundations of the shadowed chamber. Her moans grew louder, the sound echoing off the nonexistent walls. She could feel her orgasm building, a pressure that threatened to split her in two. The blindfold was a brand on her eyes, the silver runes burning with the intensity of her passion.
With each rough thrust, Erza felt herself slipping away, her consciousness fading into the dark embrace of the shadows that surrounded them. Her body was a conduit for pleasure, a vessel for the memories that the blindfold had brought to life. The fabric of the robe was the only thing keeping her tethered to reality, the soft whispers of silk a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic sounds that filled the space around them.
The figure behind her—his form now fully that of Jellal in her mind—gripped her hips with bruising force, his teeth gritted as he pounded into her with a primal intensity that seemed to shake the very air. The wood of the chair creaked and groaned beneath them, a testament to the power of their passion. Erza's nails dug into the fabric, her knuckles white with the effort to hold on as the world around her swirled in a kaleidoscope of desire.
With a grunt, he lifted her off the chair, the force of his desire carrying her to the cold, hard floor. The change in position made her gasp, her legs shaking as he bent her knees and pushed them up to his shoulders. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that had her vision swimming.
On the floor, the shadows grew darker, the light from the beam above seeming to dim as the world around them grew more intense. His cock remained buried inside her, the new angle sending a jolt of sensation through her core as he leaned over her.
"You're so beautiful, Erza," he whispered into her ear, his voice a soft caress that sent shivers down her spine.
Her eyes squeezed shut tighter under the blindfold, the silver runes burning hotter against her skin, as if trying to imprint this moment onto her very soul. His words were a balm to her heart, a gentle reminder of the love she had thought lost to the sands of time.
Hand trailed up her spine, his fingers dancing along her sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure through her body that crashed against the relentless tide of his thrusts. The contrast of the soft caress and the rough claiming was intoxicating, a potent blend that had her panting and whimpering beneath him.
The floor was cold and unforgiving, but she felt only the heat of his body pressing into hers, the warmth of his skin, and the demanding pressure of his cock. The sensation of the stone under her was a stark reminder of the reality of their union, the harshness of it a counterpoint to the velvety softness of her own flesh.
Her legs quivered, muscles straining as she was held in place by his iron grip. Erza's breath came in ragged gasps, her body arching into him as if begging for more, even as the exquisite torment grew. The tension inside her coiled tighter, a serpent of need ready to strike.
The strokes grew shorter, more deliberate, as if he were savoring every inch of her, every tremor of pleasure he coaxed from her body. His thumb found her clit, tracing circles that had her hips bucking upward, trying to chase the elusive peak of release.
Her fingers curled, her nails digging deep as she felt the storm inside her begin to crest. The silver runes of the blindfold seemed to pulse with the same rhythm as his cock, driving into her with a fervor that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The room around them had faded to black.
"Ahhmm,...hmm... ahhh''
Erza's moans grew in pitch, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate through the very stone beneath them. She was no longer just a woman in a room with a man; she was the embodiment of desire, her body a battleground for the warring sensations that ravaged her soul. His thumb continued its merciless ministrations on her clit, the pressure building, the need growing.
With a guttural groan, he leaned back, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her, the force of it making her eyes roll back in her head. The world outside of them had ceased to exist, the only reality the two of them locked in this dance of passion and power. Each stroke was a declaration of war, a demand for her surrender, and she found herself eager to give in.
Her breaths grew shallower, her chest heaving as she felt her second climax approaching. Her body was a taut bowstring, each plunge of his cock drawing it tighter and tighter, the tension building to a crescendo that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces. Erza's fingertips scraped against the cold stone, the only anchor in the maelstrom of sensation that engulfed her.
The sound of their bodies colliding grew louder, a symphony of need that resonated through the chamber. Her breasts bobbed with the force of his thrusts, the nipples sensitive and tight, aching for his touch. His hand slid down her body, his thumb brushing against her clit with a precision that spoke of years of practice, of a man who knew exactly how to play her body like an instrument.
Her breath grew ragged, her moans more desperate, as the pressure mounted. Erza felt the walls of her pussy contracting around him, her body begging for release. Each stroke was a masterpiece of pleasure, a crescendo that built upon itself until she was sure she would break.
Jellal's hand slid up her body, his fingers finding her breasts, his palms cupping and kneading the soft flesh. Her nipples peaked and hardened under his touch, adding to the symphony of sensations that played through her body. The silver of the blindfold grew hot against her skin, the runes seeming to pulse in time with her racing heart.
With a sudden jolt, Erza felt herself come apart. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, a crescendo of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Her body convulsed, muscles spasming around him, as she screamed out, the sound echoing through the chamber. The world around them was lost to the white-hot blaze of her release, the shadows retreating before the intensity of her climax.
The room slowly returns to normal as the blindfold slid off her eyes...
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