Chapter 343 | A War Won Decisively
Chapter 343: 343 | A War Won Decisively
Naomi had stopped pretending to be a passive observer. From the corner of my vision I could see her hand between her own thighs, moving in rhythm with our bodies, her pink eyes wide open and fixed on the point where Belle and I connected. Her lips were parted, her breathing synchronized to Belle’s moans as though she was experiencing the pleasure secondhand through sheer proximity and imagination.
Belle pulled my face off her breast and kissed me. The kiss tasted like her milk and my blood and the phantom chocolate I’d projected through Sensory Hijack onto her taste buds, all of it mixing together into something that should have been disgusting and instead tasted like ownership. She sucked on my tongue while I fucked her and the combination of sensation, her mouth pulling on my tongue the same way my mouth had pulled on her nipple, made my brain short-circuit for approximately three seconds.
"Mine." Belle said it against my lips. "Say it."
"Yours."
"Again."
"Yours, Belle."
Her walls clenched around me at the sound of her own name. The orgasm hit her mid-kiss and her mouth went slack against mine, her body locking up from the inside out. I felt every contraction, a pulsing grip that squeezed and released in waves while milk erupted from both breasts simultaneously. Hot white streams hit my chest, my stomach, the sheets, Belle’s own thighs. The bed frame hammered the wall in a rapid staccato as her body jerked with each pulse of the orgasm.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ah!" Belle’s moans came in short, punctuated bursts that matched the rhythm of her walls squeezing me. Her bell rang and rang and rang, a tiny silver sound that underscored every convulsion. Her nails dug into my shoulders hard enough that I felt skin separate beneath them, adding to the collection of wounds she’d already carved into my back.
I kept moving through it. Belle’s orgasm stretched and stretched because I refused to slow down, the sustained stimulation dragging her climax past its natural endpoint into territory where her moans became continuous and her body stopped distinguishing between individual contractions and simply trembled around me in one sustained clamp.
When it finally released her, Belle collapsed forward onto my chest. Her forehead hit my collarbone. Her breathing came in ragged, tearing gasps that fogged the milk cooling on my skin. Every few seconds an aftershock rippled through her and her walls twitched around me and her bell gave one more faint ring.
I was still hard inside her. Still hadn’t finished.
Belle noticed. Of course she noticed.
"Don’t you dare." Her voice was wrecked, sandpaper over gravel. "Don’t you dare come inside Naomi and then not give me the same thing."
"I wasn’t planning to leave."
"Then finish." Belle pushed herself upright with visible effort, planting her palms on my chest. Her cow-print panties hung in torn strips from one hip. Milk continued dripping from both nipples onto my stomach in lazy streams. She looked demolished. Mascara tracked down both cheeks, bite marks covered her breasts where my teeth had left red crescents, and her blue hair stuck to her face in sweaty tangles.
She was the most beautiful wreck I’d ever seen.
Belle started moving her hips. Slower now, grinding rather than bouncing, rolling in deep circles that dragged me along every internal surface with deliberate, devastating thoroughness. She watched my face as she worked, reading every micro-expression, adjusting her angle whenever my breath changed.
"You like watching him." Belle’s head turned toward Naomi, who startled slightly at being addressed. "I know you do. I saw your hand."
Naomi’s blush spread from her cheeks to her chest. "I wasn’t."
"You were. And that’s fine." Belle’s hips rolled. "Watch this part too."
Belle leaned forward and bit my neck one more time, this time right over my pulse point. A mark that would sit there tomorrow morning when I stood in front of both squads at the gate briefing. A mark that would still be there when Misato conducted the pre-deployment inspection. A mark that Vale would notice and comment on with that infuriating knowing smile.
"There." Belle kissed the spot she’d bitten. "Now everyone knows."
I grabbed her hips and thrust upward. Belle’s back arched and her bell chimed and she made a sound like every complaint she’d ever had about me had been compressed into a single syllable of surprised pleasure.
I didn’t last much longer. The visual of Belle riding me in torn cow-print with milk on her chest and possession in her eyes while Naomi watched from two feet away with her hand between her thighs and her Gold buff glowing warm beneath her skin, all of it pushed me past the threshold that had been eroding since the moment Belle sat on the porch and started counting down from sixty.
"Belle." Warning. Permission request. Whatever she wanted it to be.
"Inside." No hesitation. "Now."
I came with my hands locked on her hips and my face buried in her neck and her bell ringing in my ear.
The system notification for Belle’s buff appeared in golden text across my vision as the last pulse subsided.
\[Divine Empowerment activated. Target: Belle Fox. Duration: 48 hours.\]
\[Buff applied: Treasure Sense elevated to Silver Tier. Detection range enhanced. Material identification unlocked.\]
\[Devotion: 89%. Status: Yours.\]
Belle slumped against me with her full weight, her heart hammering against my chest through the press of her breasts, milk still warm between us. Her bell sat sideways against my collarbone. Her torn panties dangled from one thigh like a battle flag from a war she’d won decisively.
From beside us on the bed, Naomi exhaled slowly. The sound carried a quality of satisfied completion that told me her own hand had finished its work sometime during the final minute, and she’d come watching Belle come watching me.
The farmhouse filled with the sound of three people breathing. The wind chime on the porch rang once in a phantom breeze that the Sanctum generated for ambiance.
Belle spoke first. Her voice was destroyed.
"If anyone on that squad tomorrow asks about these marks, I’m telling them everything."
"No you’re not."
"You’re right, I’m not." She kissed the bite mark on my throat with her ruined lips. "But I want you to worry about it until we deploy."