Chapter 724: Surrounded By Beasts

Sol kept pumping into her with steady, powerful strokes, holding her up as if she weighed nothing.

Zeyra clung to his neck and took every deep, relentless thrust.

The wet heat of her cunt, the repeated heavy pressure against her cervix, the thick scent of sex, and the unbroken filthy sounds of their bodies filled everything.

There was no room left for anything else.

He adjusted his grip, lifted her an inch higher and drove up into her harder. Each upward thrust lifted her slightly before gravity pulled her back down onto the full length of his cock.

The angle hit her sweet spot. The head of him knocked firmly against that soft inner barrier protecting the womb every single time, sending deep, overwhelming pulses through her body.

Zeyra’s breath broke against the side of his neck in short, shattered bursts. Her arms stayed locked around him. Her legs trembled over his shoulders but refused to let go.

"Still so deep," she managed, voice raw. "Every time you— ah—"

"I know." He thrust up again, deliberate and heavy. "Feel it. Take it."

The wet slap of their bodies was louder now, uninterrupted by moss or ground.

Fresh slick ran down his cock in warm trails and dripped onto the dirt between his feet.

A dense and primal scent was rising off them.

Sol’s breathing had grown ragged against her hair. The thick pressure at the base of his spine kept building, but he held it back with stubborn focus, determined to keep her suspended and filled for as long as possible.

He shifted her slightly in his arms and began combining the motions again... lifting her almost off his cock, then pulling her down hard at the same moment he thrust upward.

The dual force made every impact jarring and complete. Zeyra cried out against his neck, the sound muffled and desperate.

Her cunt fluttered and clenched around him in continuous oversensitive waves, the soft walls gripping and releasing in uneven spasms that dragged along every inch of him.

"Sol— I can’t keep—"

"You can." Another hard upward drive. "You’re still taking all of me."

Her fingers dug into the back of his neck. Soft, wrecked sounds spilled out of her with every thrust. The heat of her felt scorching in this position, almost feverish.

Every time the head of his cock pressed against her cervix a fine tremor ran through her entire body. He chased that reaction, adjusting the angle by fractions so the contact stayed constant and heavy.

Time blurred around the simple fact of being inside her.

He lost count of the strokes. The world narrowed to the tight wet grip of her cunt, the repeated deep pressure against that soft inner place, the broken sounds she made, and the steady strength in his legs and arms that let him hold her up without effort.

Sweat ran down his back and chest. Hers had gathered between their pressed bodies, making the skin contact slick and warm.

He kept fucking her standing under the open canopy, relentless and deep, while Zeyra clung to him and took everything he gave.

He slowed for a stretch, grinding deep instead of thrusting, rolling his hips so the head of his cock rubbed firmly and continuously over the entrance to her womb.

Zeyra’s breath turned into a continuous broken whimper against his throat.

Her inner walls fluttered in frantic little pulses. The wetness pouring out of her had soaked both of them; every small movement produced a thick, glossy sound.

Sol stayed buried and simply enjoyed the way she clenched and trembled around him, the way her body kept trying to pull him even deeper even though there was nowhere left to go.

When he started thrusting again it was with renewed force.

Each upward drive lifted her and then dropped her hard onto his cock.

The impact was heavy. Zeyra’s cries grew louder, less controlled. Her arms tightened around his neck until her forearms pressed against the back of his head.

He could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his chest. He could feel the way her cunt kept spasming in irregular waves that had nothing to do with a full orgasm and everything to do with being held open and fucked at this depth for so long.

"Sol... I’m going to—"

"Not yet." He thrust up harder, cutting her off. "Hold it."

She made a desperate sound and tried. Her body shook in his arms. The pressure inside her was building again, but he kept the pace just short of what would push her over.

He wanted her right on the edge. He wanted to feel her stay open and trembling and completely full of him for a little longer.

Suddenly a low, wet sniffing sound drifted from the underbrush to their left. Then another. Then several more, overlapping, circling.

GRRRRRRRR...

The ambient temperature in the clearing plummeted sharply. A foul, acrid stench... like rotted meat and burnt sulfur... drifted through the underbrush.

Zeyra’s body tensed instantly in his arms. Her eyes snapped toward the sound, the glassy haze of pleasure instantly replaced by the sharp, razor-edged instincts of a master scout. Her spiritual channels flared with a faint, defensive hum as her muscles locked up tight around Sol’s embedded cock.

"Sol—"

"I hear them."

He didn’t stop moving inside her. His rhythm slowed only slightly as his senses expanded outward. Ten of them. They were Shadow-Wolves... tier-two apex predators of the deep forest.

Standing nearly as high as six to eight feet, their pelts were composed of shifting, smoke-like darkness that seemed to swallow the light.

Their long, emaciated jaws dripped with black, corrosive saliva, and their glowing, amber eyes fixed on the two humans with ravenous, predatory hunger.

They had sharp noses and had caught the thick scent of sex and sweat and vulnerability and come investigating.

The pack emerged from the ironwood thicket in a loose semicircle. Their noses worked the air in wet, eager sniffs.

Several of them fixed on the joined bodies and the wet sounds still rising between Sol and Zeyra.

The sight of two humans locked together, clearly occupied and exposed, agitated them further.

Low, vibrating growls rippled through the pack.

Saliva dripped from black gums.

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A.N: That’s why kids, it’s not a good idea to do snu snu in the jungle, he is Sol and may survvive but you are normal human beings so be careful.

But if you still plan to do so, send me a gift to receive ’Author’s Blessing.’