CHAPTER 342: 342: GIVING MY ALL TO HER

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Her words lingered in the quiet, trembling between exhaustion and hunger. "You can continue, Kai. I had an orgasm, not you. You are not done. I want more. Give me more. F*ck harder."

Her plea was soft, but it carried the weight of command, and Kai felt the truth of it resonate in him like a bell struck deep in stone. He held her for a moment longer, pressing his lips to her hair, then moved with careful strength. He did not hurry. He let her body adjust, let her breath settle, and then, with a steady rhythm, began again.

The shelter was filled with a sweet satisfying sound once more. Not the sound of fire or river, but of two lives colliding in a storm that refused to break apart. It was the clapping of naked bodies. Every movement was both a promise and a demand. She whispered his name, again and again, sometimes clear, sometimes lost in a moan, as though it was the only word left to her.

"Kai... Kai... Kai... Harder.... Go Faster..."

He shifted her gently, rolling her onto her back, sliding her thighs apart and anchoring himself above her. The firelight caught on her damp skin, making her glow like a goddess carved of heat and breath. He entered his hard anaconda inside her lower lips with unshaken patience, but each time his big, thick, hard anaconda went deeper, she cried louder, until she gripped his shoulders as though she might fall into pieces without his weight to hold her together.

Hours blurred in the clapping sounds. At one moment, he had her straddling him, her head tipped back, her body trembling as she guided herself along his rhythm. At another, he cradled her face and kissed her slowly while pressing deeper than before, making her voice falter with every stroke. Sometimes he moved as if the night would never end, a lazy tide washing again and again. Other times he drove her to the peak edge so sharply that she screamed his name again and again like it was the last thing she had left.

Through it all, Kai felt his own body strain with restraint. His muscles burned, his heart pounded with the feeling, his breath came ragged, but he did not surrender. Not yet. His purpose was her. To carry her higher, to keep her there, to let her know what it meant to be wanted without limit.

And she could take it. Again and again, she met him. Not with weakness, but with wonder. Her body opened for him every time, her voice turned raw but insistent. Her release came in waves — sometimes sudden, like a storm that cracked the air, sometimes slow and rolling, a long unraveling sigh that left her in tears and laughter all at once. Each time, she collapsed only to pull him closer again, whispering, ’more, more, do not stop. Go harder."

At last, Kai’s control began to crack. He felt the surge build, unstoppable, fierce. He slowed, bent to her ear, and whispered, "Only you... only you can take all of me inside you."

She gasped, clutching his arms. "Yes... yes, Kai. Show me. Give me everything."

He closed his eyes, summoned his strength, and let his body shift. The skill he had hidden — his secret edge for mating, the +5 inches that made his power overwhelming in every sense — awoke within him. He felt it, a new depth, a new reach to her belly, a force that only she could ever accept.

When he pressed into her this time with +5 inches skill activated, she cried out so loudly the sound seemed to shake the tent walls. Her back arched, her nails dug into his skin, and tears welled in her eyes, but not from pain. From shock. From joy. From satisfaction. From being filled in a way no one else had ever given her.

"Kai..." she moaned, broken and wild. "You’re... you’re inside all of me... deeper than anyone... Oh gods, I can’t— I can’t— It’s... it’s hurting my belly."

But she could. She did. Her body yielded, her spirit rose, and she met him with everything she had left. Her words turned to gasps, her gasps turned to screams, and she shattered again, trembling as if lightning had passed through her veins.

Kai’s own limit broke at last. He drove his big, hard anaconda into her with raw strength, claiming her as only he could. Thirty minutes later... His release came like fire, flooding into her, unstoppable, endless. He held her tightly, refusing to let her slip away, even as his body shook with the force of it.

She clung to him, every muscle taut, her voice hoarse as she cried his name. Her body accepted everything, every last surge of his power. And when Kai orgasm was done, when silence finally fell again, she lay beneath him trembling, eyes wide, lips parted, her face glowing with awe. Her lower lips were covered with white sticky liquid. It was all over her thighs and her ass.

Kai lowered himself onto her chest, their breaths tangled, their hearts racing like drums that would not quiet. He kissed her neck, her cheek, her lips, then her big breasts, slow and reverent now, and whispered, "Only you can satisfy me in one round. Only you can bear my full strength without breaking."

Her hand stroked his damp hair. Her voice was ragged, but fierce. "Then let me be the one. Always, f*uck me like you did today."

He held her through the trembling aftershocks, through the quiet that followed, through the warmth that bound them tighter than any vow. For six hours in total, he had given her everything, and in the end, he had found a truth he had never known: she was the only one amongst all his beauties who was strong enough to take all of him.

And the night still had more to give.

The world steadied slowly around them. The walls no longer shook with her cries, the mat no longer rustled beneath the force of their movement. Only the firelight remained, quiet and low, painting their skin in bronze and shadow.