Chapter 96. Lots Of Affection Coming From A Human Hater Is Just Insane**

Chapter 96: 96. Lots Of Affection Coming From A Human Hater Is Just Insane**

The frenzy reached a breaking point that neither of us could control. Velora’s movements became so violent, so impossibly fast, that her entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed, her mouth locked open in a silent scream before the sound finally tore loose.

"LEON—OH GOD, NO—AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

The climax didn’t just hit her, but it shattered her. Her body convulsed with such primal force that her hips locked tight around my cock, and then, something miraculous and overwhelming happened.

A massive, unstoppable torrent of arousal erupted from her—a devastating squirt that soaked the sheets beneath us in seconds.

The force of her release was so intense that her legs gave out entirely. Her strength evaporated as quickly as it had appeared, and she collapsed forward, her front slamming into my chest with a wet, heavy thud.

We both lay there for a moment, gasping for air in the charged silence that followed, broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing and the steady drip of fluids hitting the mattress.

I propped myself up slightly, looking down at her. Her face was a mess—hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, lips swollen and glistening, and her eyes... God, her eyes.

They were wild, unfocused, and drenched in a raw, shameless horniness that no amount of royal training could ever suppress.

She looked utterly undone.

"Darling..." she whispered, her voice cracking. She lifted her head weakly, looking at me with genuine remorse. "I’m sorry... oh fuck, Leon, I’m so sorry. I—I ended up coming first."

"I lost control... I couldn’t... I couldn’t hold back."

I stared at her, a slow smirk spreading across my face. I realized then that Velora had a switch—a hidden, volatile trigger that bypassed all her discipline and plunged her straight into animalistic ecstasy.

The Commander was gone, and that’s good... there was only this creature who lived for the feeling of me inside her.

Instead of teasing her or demanding she continue, I reached up.

I grabbed her chin firmly, forcing her to meet my gaze. My grip was hard, possessive, but not cruel.

"Look at me," I commanded softly.

I leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, bruising kiss. It wasn’t just a kiss, but it was an acknowledgment.

Our tongues tangled in the salty taste of our sweat and shared fluids, a slow, deliberate reconnection that steadied her racing heart.

When I finally pulled back just an inch, I kept my hand on her jaw.

"It’s okay, Velora," I murmured against her lips, my voice low and reassuring. "If it felt that good for you... then I’m happy as well."

"That’s all that matters."

That simple reassurance acted like a dam breaking in her soul. The shame she felt was instantly incinerated by an overwhelming flood of affection.

Her love for me didn’t just grow—it exploded.

"Leon—oh fuck—Leon!" she cried out, throwing her arms around my neck with renewed ferocity.

She began kissing me again, but this time it wasn’t desperate, but it was worshipful. Her tongue swept across my lips, sliding into my mouth as she began to pepper my entire face with kisses.

"I love you! I love my sweet darling so much!" she whimpered between kisses, her words tumbling out in a breathless stream.

She licked my cheek, my jaw, my forehead, her touch frantic and adoring. "I love you, Leon! I love you! I love you more than my own life! More than my people! More than myself!"

The words came in waves—I love you, I love you, I love you—each one more desperate than the last.

She was clinging to me as if I were the only solid thing in a world that had just been turned upside down. Her heart was hammering against mine, a frantic rhythm that matched the declaration of her soul.

"You’re mine," I whispered into her ear as she continued to shower me with affection. "And I’m never letting you go."

"Never," she sobbed happily against my neck, her claws tracing idle circles on my back. "Never let me go."

"Just keep holding me... keep filling me... just never let me go."

The tenderness of the moment was charged with an electricity that refused to dissipate. Velora was still clinging to me, her kisses desperate and her voice thick with emotion.

But underneath the affection, I could feel her body betraying her again. Her walls were already beginning to spasm around me, warm and slick, betraying how far from satisfied she truly was.

"More..." she whimpered against my throat, her breath hot and ragged. "Leon, please... I need more."

"I want to feel even better with you, darling."

"Don’t stop... I need to feel you inside me again!"

As she shifted, trying to reposition herself to ride me again, she felt the friction change. The slickness of her own climax acted as a lubricant, and I felt my cock begin to slip slowly out of her tight embrace.

Her eyes widened in genuine panic, her hips stuttering as she realized she was losing the connection.

"No—ah!—don’t slip out, please—nnngh!"

"Shh, I’ve got you, kitten," I growled. "You’ve done enough work for now."

I wasn’t going to let her exhaust herself further. It was time to shift gears.

I reached down, my large hands finding the firm, rounded flesh of her ass. I gripped her hard enough that I knew crimson fingerprints would remain there when morning came—and hauled her hips down toward me.

With one powerful, controlled thrust of my hips, I drove myself back inside her with devastating force.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Velora’s scream was primal, echoing off the walls. The impact was perfect.

I buried myself to the absolute hilt, my cock slamming directly against her cervix, claiming her deepest sanctuary. Her entire body stiffened as the sensation overwhelmed her nervous system.

"There we go," I whispered hoarsely, watching her eyes roll back in pleasure. "You must be exhausted from all that grinding, Velora."

"Your hips are shaking... So, I’ll do the work for you now! Just lie back and take it."

I flipped her effortlessly, pinning her beneath me.

Now, I was the one in control. I set up a rhythm that was nothing like her frantic grinding—this was deliberate, deep, and punishingly precise.

Each thrust was a sledgehammer blow of pleasure, delivered from below with an angle that seemed designed to dismantle her.

Thwack. Squish. Thwack.

"Oh fuck—oh god—Leon! "Velora screamed, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me even deeper. "This is... ahhh! This is different!"

"Being thrust into from below like this—nnngh! —it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt! It’s hitting everything at once!"

I watched her face, fascinated by how she surrendered. As a commander, she believed in strength, in discipline, in the sharpness of a blade.

But here, lying beneath me, she was learning a different kind of lesson. She was learning that true strength also lay in the ability to be broken down, to be dominated by a partner who knew exactly how to unravel her.

Her ’sex skills’—her endurance, her willingness to give everything—were being met by my own expertise, creating a feedback loop of escalating ecstasy.

"You’re learning fast, Velora," I taunted, my pace increasing as I felt my own climax building like a storm. "But you’re not thinking about anything but how good this feels, are you?"

"I can’t—fuck—I can’t think at all!" she wailed, her head thrashing against the pillow. "Just—ahhh!—just keep hitting that spot!"

"Don’t stop! Please, Leon, fuck me harder!"

I leaned down, whispering directly into her ear as I drove myself into her with increasing ferocity. "Your pussy is twitching like crazy, Velora."

"Can you feel it? It’s clamping down on me, begging for it..."

"It’s begging for my cum, isn’t it?"

"Yes! YES!" she shrieked, her voice breaking into incoherent moans. "It’s begging! Please—oh fuck—fill me up!"

"Fill me with everything you have! I want to feel you cumming inside me—AAAAHHHHH!"

The room was filled with the sounds of our collision—the wet slap of skin on skin, her guttural screams, and my own controlled roars.

The tension was unbearable, a coiled spring wound to the breaking point. I could feel her climax building again, her inner walls milking me with desperate, rhythmic pulses, and I knew I couldn’t hold back a moment longer.

"Together, Velora!" I commanded, my muscles locking as I delivered three final, devastating thrusts that seemed to reach into her very soul. "Let’s cum together!"

The air in the chamber was thick enough to taste, saturated with the musk of arousal and the raw heat radiating from our tangled bodies. Velora was completely undone.

Her face was a battlefield of conflicting instincts—her eyes held that terrifying, fierce intensity of a Nightclaw predator ready to kill, but it was twisted by a hunger so profound it was almost frightening.

Her lips were parted, glistening with saliva, her jaw slack as she stared up at me with a gaze that could either devour me or worship me.

"Leon..." she panted, her voice a guttural rasp that vibrated against my skin. "I bet... ahhh!... I bet I’m making such an intense face right now."

"I can feel it... I look like I’ve lost my damn mind."