CHAPTER 770: THE MISSING TOUCH (END)

I’m breaking, and it’s perfect.

Mikhailis followed, his seed flooding her, a hot, overflowing rush that filled her completely, her belly swelling visibly with the sheer volume. Gods, it’s so much, I can see it, feel it. The warmth pushed her deeper into her climax, each pulse of his release a new wave of pleasure, her body trembling with aftershocks. He’s claiming me, over and over. Droplets spilled out, coating her thighs, dripping to the stone, joining the scattered marks of their passion. It’s all us, our truth. Her cry peaked, a wild "MMMHHHH!!!!!" that echoed in the alcove, raw and unashamed, the intensity of her release matching his.

Their kiss softened, tongues curling gently now, the "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds quieter but no less real, tasting the aftermath of their fire. This... it’s everything. Lira clung to him, her arms around his neck, her body still trembling, her core pulsing with the memory of him. I’m spent, but I’m alive. His huge thing remained inside her, a comforting weight that grounded her, the warmth of his seed a quiet presence in her belly. He’s still here, still mine. The alcove held them, its stone and linen a cradle for their love, the ember’s glow painting their naked forms in soft light. This is ours, and I’ll never let it go.

Their kiss softened into a lingering warmth, tongues curling gently, the "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds quiet but persistent, tasting the salt-sweet aftermath of their shared fire. Lira’s body still trembled atop Mikhailis, her thighs slick, her core pulsing around his huge thing, the bulge in her belly a visible testament to his overflowing seed. He’s still inside me, gods, it’s perfect. Her arms clung to his neck, her cheek pressed to his, their breaths mingling in the alcove’s dim ember-glow. I’m spent, but I want more. The castle’s distant hum faded, the world shrinking to their entwined forms, the stone floor beneath them marked with droplets of their passion. This is ours, and I’m not done.

Mikhailis’s hands, still gripping her hips, tightened suddenly, a spark of hunger reigniting in his eyes. He’s not finished either. With a fluid motion, he stood, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as his huge thing remained inside her, the shift sending a fresh jolt through her core. "MMMHH!!!" Her moan was sharp, raw, as the new angle drove him deeper, poking her sweet places with a force that made her eyes flutter. Gods, he’s so strong, so deep. The "QUELCH! QUELCH!" of their connection echoed, wet and intimate, as he held her aloft, her weight nothing in his arms. He’s carrying me, claiming me.

The kiss reignited, fierce and unyielding, their tongues coiling tightly, sucking hard, the "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds a relentless chorus in the alcove. His tongue, it’s like he’s devouring me. Lira’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her moans vibrating against his lips, "MMH! MMH!" I’m losing myself again. His hands supported her buttocks, gripping them firmly, molding them as he thrust upward, each movement powerful, the "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" of their bodies colliding a thunderous rhythm. He’s everywhere, filling me, breaking me.

Her core pulsed with each thrust, her walls spreading wide, slick with their mingled juices. It’s too much, too perfect.

Standing now, Mikhailis pressed her back against the alcove’s stone wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to his heat, pinning her gently as he thrust deeper. "MMMHHHH!!!!!" Her cry was wild, muffled by the kiss, her head tipping back as the pleasure surged, a fire that consumed her thoughts. He’s so deep, hitting every sweet spot. The "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" grew louder, the "QUELCH! QUELCH!" wetter, as he moved with a relentless precision, his huge thing stretching her, poking her core with every thrust. I’m trembling, I can’t hold on. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him closer, her hips rolling to meet his rhythm, amplifying the sensation. I want it all, every piece of him.

Their tongues danced in a frenzy, sucking fiercely, the "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds a duet of their need, her taste flooding him—salt, warmth, her. Her tongue, gods, it’s unraveling me. Lira’s hands roamed his shoulders, nails digging into muscle, anchoring her as the pleasure built, a tide with no shore. I’m on the edge again, so fast. His hands slid to her breasts, kneading them, fingers brushing her nipples, each touch a spark that drove her higher. "MMH! MORE!" she gasped into the kiss, her voice raw, desperate. He’s touching me everywhere, and I’m falling apart. The alcove’s linen stacks faded, the world a blur of heat and motion.

Mikhailis’s thrusts grew faster, more powerful, each one a searing jolt that filled her completely, her belly tightening with the warmth of him. He’s so big, so perfect. The "SLAP! QUELCH!" sounds were relentless, a symphony of their passion, her thighs slick, droplets spilling to the stone below. It’s everywhere, our love. Her moans peaked, "MMH! MMH!", muffled by the kiss, her body trembling as another climax loomed. It’s coming, I can feel it. His tongue curled around hers, sucking hard, pulling with a hunger that matched his thrusts, her taste a fire in his veins. She’s mine, and I’m hers.

He shifted his grip, one hand supporting her buttocks, the other sliding to her back, pressing her closer as he thrust upward, the angle driving him deeper still. "MMMHHHH!!!!!" Her cry was louder, wilder, her eyes rolling back as the pleasure overwhelmed her. He’s hitting everything, gods, it’s impossible. Her core pulsed, her walls tightening around him, milking his huge thing as the rhythm intensified. I’m going to break, it’s too good. The "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" echoed, the stone wall cool against her back, his heat a furnace against her front. He’s everywhere, and I’m his.

Lira’s hands scrabbled at his back, nails scraping as she clung to him, her vision blurring as the pleasure pushed her to the edge of consciousness. I’m going to pass out, it’s too much. Her moans were a string of "MMH! MMH!", raw and unashamed, her body shuddering with each thrust. He’s pushing me over, and I love it. Their kiss didn’t falter, tongues coiling, sucking fiercely, the "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds a relentless pulse. His tongue, it’s like he’s pulling my soul out. Her hips ground against him, chasing the fire, her core tightening as the climax built, a wave ready to crash.

Mikhailis slowed, his thrusts deliberate now, each one a deep, powerful claim that kept her teetering on the edge. He’s teasing me, gods, I need it.

He carried her away from the wall, still standing, her legs wrapped tight around him, his huge thing moving inside her with a rhythm that was both torture and bliss. "MMMHH!!!" Her moan was softer now, but no less intense, her body trembling as he held her aloft, his strength unwavering. He’s so strong, carrying me like this. The "QUELCH! QUELCH!" sounds followed, wet and intimate, as he thrust upward, poking her sweet places with precision. It’s perfect, he’s perfect.

He moved to the stone bench, sitting slowly, keeping her straddled atop him, his huge thing never leaving her core. He’s still inside, still filling me. The shift was seamless, her thighs adjusting to the new position, her hands on his shoulders as she rode him, the rhythm resuming with a vengeance. "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" The sound of their bodies echoed, the "QUELCH! QUELCH!" wetter as she moved faster, her hips grinding against him. I’m in control now, and I want it all. Her moans grew louder, "MMH! MMH!", her core pulsing with each movement, the pleasure building higher. He’s so deep, it’s heaven.

Mikhailis’s hands guided her hips, then slid to her buttocks, gripping them as he thrust upward, matching her rhythm, the "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" a thunderous cadence. He’s meeting me, gods, it’s too much. Their kiss resumed, tongues curling, sucking hard, the "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds a chorus of their need. His tongue, it’s everything. Lira’s body arched, her breasts rubbing against his chest, her nipples dragging across his skin, sending sparks through her. I’m on fire, and he’s the flame. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her moans wilder, "MMH! MORE!"

He shifted again, lifting her gently, turning her so her back pressed against his chest, her knees on the bench, his huge thing still inside her. What’s he doing now? The new position caught her off guard, his hands gripping her hips as he entered her from behind, deeper than before, the "FWOP!" of his thrust resounding as he filled her completely. "MMMHHHH!!!!!" Her cry was sharp, wild, her head tipping back as the pleasure surged, a fire that consumed her. He’s so deep, it’s impossible, it’s perfect. The "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" echoed, the "QUELCH! QUELCH!" wetter, as he thrust with a force that poked her sweet places, sending her spiraling. I’m trembling, I can’t take it.

His hands roamed, one sliding to her breast, kneading it, the other staying on her hip, guiding her movements as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. He’s everywhere, claiming me. Her moans were relentless, "MMH! MMH!", her body shuddering as the pleasure built, another climax looming. It’s coming again, gods, it’s too much. The kiss was gone now, but his lips found her neck, sucking gently, then biting, the sensation pushing her closer to the edge. He’s driving me crazy! Her core tightened, her walls pulsing around him, the "QUELCH! QUELCH!" a raw symphony of their passion.

The rhythm grew frantic, his thrusts powerful, each one a searing jolt that filled her completely, her belly swelling further with the warmth of him. He’s so big, so perfect. Lira’s hands gripped the bench, nails scraping stone as she braced herself, her vision blurring as the pleasure overwhelmed her. I’m going to break, it’s too good. The "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" was relentless, the alcove filled with the sounds of their love, droplets spilling to the stone, marking their intensity. It’s everywhere, our truth.

The tidal rush came, a wave crashing through her. "I-I’M COMINGGG!!" she shouted, her voice raw, echoing in the alcove as the climax hit, a blinding fire that shattered her. It’s heaven, it’s everything! Her body trembled, her core pulsing around him, milking his huge thing as the pleasure prolonged, wave after wave. Mikhailis followed, his seed flooding her, a hot, overflowing rush that filled her completely, her belly bulging visibly with the volume. Gods, it’s so much, I can feel it! The warmth pushed her deeper into her climax, her cry peaking, "MMMHHHH!!!!!" as the intensity consumed her, her body shuddering with aftershocks.

Their bodies slowed, his huge thing still inside her, a comforting weight as she collapsed against him, her back to his chest, her breath ragged. I’m spent, but I’m alive. The alcove held them, its stone and linen a cradle for their passion, the ember’s glow painting their naked forms in soft light. This is ours, and I’ll never let it go.