CHAPTER 877: CHAPTER 877 THE BEAST UNLEASH

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WARNING!!!

A little more than [MATURE CONTENT] in this Chapter!!!

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Not long after, Xavier increased the rhythm of his fingers, thrusting in and out with greater intensity. Hera’s grip on his hair tightened, drawing a low groan from him, but he didn’t stop. Her reaction only spurred him on, pushing her closer to the edge. Hera’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure, completely forgetting that others were in the nearby rooms.

Fortunately, Athena and the rest had the foresight to wear their headphones before sleeping, sparing themselves from the sounds echoing from Hera’s room.

Unaware of how thin the walls were, unlike the soundproof sanctuary of her penthouse, Hera remained blissfully oblivious to how far her cries actually carried.

"I-I’m cumming!" Hera cried out, her voice trembling as her legs clamped tightly around Xavier’s head. Her entire body convulsed in a powerful climax, a sudden wave crashing over her, and she squirted, soaking Xavier’s chin and lips. But Xavier didn’t stop; his unrelenting rhythm only intensified, pushing her to the edge once more.

Hera’s body twisted, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. "W-Wait—s-stop!" she gasped, her voice barely coherent, as her overstimulated body trembled beneath his touch. Her eyes rolled back, mouth agape as she tried to catch her breath, but it felt like more air was escaping than coming in. A surge of electricity shot through her with every breathless second, and she teetered on the edge of consciousness, the pleasure too intense to contain.

Xavier’s low, sexy groan reached Hera’s ears, drawing another breathless moan from her lips. She wanted to beg for mercy, overwhelmed by wave after wave of pleasure, but it was clear Xavier had no intention of letting up. Slowly, he pulled back from between her thighs, his chin glistening with her love juice. He ran his tongue over his lips, savoring her taste, eyes locked on Hera as he unzipped his pants.

Hera lay gasping like a fish out of water, her chest rising and falling, slick with sweat. Her skin glowed in the dim light, every curve accentuated by the sheen. Xavier’s gaze drifted upward to her slender neck, mesmerized by the delicate veins pulsing beneath her flushed skin. She tilted her head, exhausted and dazed from climaxing, looking utterly vulnerable, and unbearably tempting.

Without a word, Xavier shrugged off his clothes. He positioned himself between her trembling thighs, the tip of his cock brushing against her slick folds, drawing another shiver from her. Hera, wrists still bound, reached down instinctively as if to touch him, but Xavier caught her hands and pinned them gently. His dark eyes look straight at her figure as he slid the head of his cock slowly along her entrance, teasing and deliberate.

Then, Xavier slowly pushed in, drawing a shaky breath from Hera as her body trembled again. The way he entered her, inch by inch, was a delicious torture. He didn’t rush. Instead, he let her feel every stretch, every inch, until he was fully buried inside her, his hips flush against hers. Hera’s inner walls clenched around him with pulsing intensity, pulling a deep groan from his throat.

"Strawberry," Xavier whispered, voice husky, "I can feel how excited you are..."

Bracing himself, he took her outstretched hands and gently placed them against the lower part of his abdomen, letting her feel the way his muscles flexed and shifted with every breath, every movement.

"Ugh... You’re squeezing me so tight," he murmured with a playful, almost desperate tone, "ease up a little, will you?"

But Hera couldn’t help it; her body responded to him on instinct. So Xavier drew back slowly, his cock slick with her love juice, until only the tip remained. Then, with a sudden, powerful thrust, he slammed back in to the hilt.

Hera screamed, the sound torn from her lungs as a shockwave of pleasure hit her like a freight train. Her brain flickered, overloaded by sensation. And then he did it again, pulling back to the edge before driving in hard and deep. Again and again, until Hera could no longer form words, her voice catching in her throat as she was reduced to a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.

"Strawberry... tell me," Xavier rasped between heavy breaths, "do you like this—" he slammed his hips into hers, deep and hard "—or would you rather I go a little gentler?"

Each thrust sent him so deep that the tip of his cock knocked against the entrance of her womb. And every time he hit that sweet, hidden spot, Hera squirmed beneath him like a writhing flame, her cries spilling out uncontrollably.

Without warning, Xavier hooked one of her legs and pushed it up over her stomach. Her knee now pressed against her chest, and with every forceful thrust, her breasts bounced, slapping gently against her own thigh. Her folded position also meant that the bulge forming in her lower stomach, his cock visible beneath her taut skin, was pressed with every movement, amplifying the sensation until Hera could feel every inch of him with electrifying clarity.

But answering his question? Impossible. Hera couldn’t even form coherent thoughts anymore. Her mind had long been overtaken by the flood of pleasure, her body trembling, her nerves frayed by the overwhelming tide rolling through her again and again. Even her gums tingled, her senses overloading with each thrust.

Still getting no answer, Xavier leaned down and claimed her mouth with his. He bit and nibbled at her lips, teasing her further, and the shift in position sent a fresh wave of ecstasy crashing over her. Her gasps turned to muffled moans against his mouth as he devoured her sounds, drowning her cries with a deep, consuming kiss.

"Don’t be too loud, baby... or your friends might hear you," Xavier murmured against her ear, voice low and teasing.

But the warning came far too late. They’d already been going at it for a while, and if anyone was close enough to hear, they’d surely heard everything by now. Still, Xavier couldn’t bring himself to stop, not when Hera felt this good, not when every inch of her drove him mad with desire. Even as he said the words, his hips continued their relentless rhythm, chasing the high he could only find with her.

He had already lost control.

It wasn’t just lust, it was something deeper, something all-consuming. No matter how deeply he pushed into her, it never felt like enough. No matter how much he kissed her, marked her, and held her, he still craved more. He wanted to possess her completely: body, soul, and heart. Every second spent inside her, wrapped around her heat, only made him more desperate to etch himself deeper into her very being.

So, like a starving beast finally unleashed, Xavier thrust harder, more possessively, branding her with every movement, making sure she’d never forget the way he filled her completely, utterly, and irreversibly.

Then, Xavier rested his forehead against Hera’s, their breaths mingling in the small space between them, warm, uneven, intimate. With each deep thrust, he felt more connected to her, as though their bodies were moving as one, their emotions woven into every motion.

Xavier could feel his release building, the tension coiling tighter inside him. Hera, too, sensed the change, his cock thickening inside her, the pressure mounting. Her own climax crept closer with every push as he kept hitting that sweet, sensitive spot deep inside her.

Her walls began to tighten around him, instinctively clenching and fluttering, almost as if her body was trying to push him out. But instead of retreating, Xavier thrust deeper, faster, chasing the peak they were both tumbling toward. He could read her without a word, her trembling limbs, the way her nails clawed at his back, the way her body arched against him, overwhelmed.

She tried to push him away, not out of rejection, but out of desperation, her climax crashing into her so hard it was too much, too intense. But Xavier held her firm, guiding her through the wave, determined to follow her into that same shattering release.

"Ugh..." Xavier groaned, eyes closed, as a wave of pleasure surged through his head the moment he released deep inside her. Hera felt it too; the intense dopamine rush hit her brain like a storm, making her feel as though she might pass out from the overwhelming sensation. The warm fullness inside her was so much that it felt like it could overflow. Xavier stopped thrusting with a gasp, letting out a few slow, lazy thrusts to ensure he was completely spent.

As he looked down, he noticed the necktie that had been covering Hera’s eyes was now slipping loosely away, revealing her fluttering lashes, delicate as butterfly wings. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her fluttering eyes, then her cheeks, and finally her lips.

"That felt amazing," he murmured.

But Hera couldn’t speak. her throat was dry and hoarse, and her mind still flickered in a haze of aftershocks. Her eyelids felt impossibly heavy, and even when she managed to open them slightly, Xavier’s face remained a blur. She could barely make out the soft, doting smile in his eyes through the fog.

Xavier gently nestled his head into the crook of her neck. Despite the sheen of sweat covering them, sticky and slightly uncomfortable, he felt closer to Hera than ever before. Her scent mingled with the warmth of her skin and sweat, forming a heady mix that pulled him deeper into the moment. Hera could swear she heard him purring softly like a contented cat, the sound vibrating faintly in her ear.