Chapter 727: Finally Brought To End!

Sol shrugged casually, his hands tightening on her hips as he continued his steady rhythm inside her, completely unbothered.

"It’s just a small trick," Sol replied smoothly, his crimson eyes gleaming with easy confidence. "Beasts like these are simple-minded, Zeyra. They fear the strong and bully the weak. Once they realize they’re standing in front of a predator that owns the domain, their spirits collapse. When the fear is absolute, their instincts do the killing for you.

We just happen to be the powerful ones."

Zeyra listened to his words, processing the explanation through the lens of a primitive world governed by spirit essence, layer tiers, and absolute strength.

To her, it kinda made sense. Higher-layer warriors possessed terrifying spiritual pressure; if a warlord’s aura could make human elders drop to their knees, it stood to reason that a monster like Sol could crush the primitive minds of wild beasts until they destroyed themselves.

Nodding in understanding, the last bit of tension melted from her body. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck once more, her cheek resting against his chest as she listened to the steady, thunderous beat of his heart.

"Reasonable," Zeyra murmured, a wild, sensual smirk curling her lips. "They were stupid to interrupt us anyway."

"Anyway," Sol chuckled, kissing the top of her head, already walking them away from the pile of corpses so the red mess and the stink of death were no longer in direct line of sight, "let’s ignore them and finish what we started."

Holding her securely in his arms, he carried her deeper into a cleaner stretch of moss and ironwood, still buried inside her the entire time.

The wet heat of her cunt stayed locked around his cock with every step. Once the bodies were fully out of view and only clean green surrounded them again, he stopped holding back.

"Sol..." Zeyra gasped, her eyes widening as the new angle opened her up completely, leaving her vulnerable and exposed to his full, unbridled length.

"Hold on tight," Sol drawled, his lips curling into a wicked, predatory grin.

The standing fuck turned raw and full-force.

He drove up into her with powerful, unrestrained strokes, using the full strength of his legs and core.

THUMMMM!

The impact echoed through the clearing like a war drum!

"AHHHH! SOL!" Zeyra screamed, her head snapping back as the sheer, unbridled depth of his stroke shattered her sanity into a thousand gleaming pieces.

Each thrust lifted her and then dropped her hard onto the entire length of his cock. The head of him punched firmly against her cervix on every impact, then pressed past the soft resistance until he was reaching the true depth of her... the entrance to her womb itself.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The wet, frantic rhythm filled the quiet jungle, shaking the leaves overhead. Zeyra was completely helpless in his grip, her body quivering violently with every strike, her fingernails digging deep into his shoulders as she rode a wave of sensory overload so intense it made her vision go white.

"Deep... too deep! Sol... I’m... I’m breaking!" she sobbed in pure, unadulterated ecstasy, her inner muscles clamping down on his shaft in tight, desperate spasms, trying to draw every drop of his heat into herself.

Zeyra’s cry this time was long and broken, almost a scream. Her arms locked around his neck hard enough to hurt.

Her cunt clamped down in sudden, violent spasms as the deepest penetration finally pushed her past every remaining limit.

Sol’s crimson eyes flared with volcanic crimson light. His breath came in heavy, ragged growls as he felt her walls contracting around him like a hot, velvet vise.

He gripped her waist with iron hands, lifting her half an inch, and delivered three final, earth-shattering thrusts that bottomed out completely, pressing his crown directly against the sensitive mouth of her womb.

"Sol—! AHHHHHH!"

Zeyra’s voice cracked into a breathless, weeping scream as her body exploded into a final, violent climax. Her entire frame shuddered violently, her inner heat flooding his shaft in a scalding wave as she surrendered every shred of her strength to him.

Her whole body shook in his arms. A raw, open sound poured out of her throat while her pussy seized around him in strong, rhythmic milking pulses that pulled at every inch of his cock.

Fresh wetness flooded out of her in a warm, continuous rush that soaked both of them.

Sol fucked her straight through it, shorter and harder now, keeping himself buried at that ultimate depth so every contraction dragged along his entire length.

The tight, living pressure around him was overwhelming.

His own control finally broke.

With a low, primal roar that rattled the leaves above, He drove up into her one last time, as deep as her body would allow, locking his hips flush against hers, and came hard.

Wave after wave of thick, burning life-force shot straight into her womb, filling her to the brim with his overwhelming vitality while her cunt continued to milk him through her own fading orgasm.

Zeyra whimpered softly against his throat, her arms clinging weakly to his neck as the sheer volume and heat of his release washed through her belly, anchoring her to him in the most intimate, primitive bond possible.

Sol held her locked against him, arms tight across her back, hips pressed flush, emptying everything he had left as deep inside her as it was possible to go.

The sensation of releasing directly into that soft, hidden place while she still clenched and trembled around him could only be described as both heavenly and demonic.

For a long time neither of them moved.

Sol stayed buried to the root, breathing hard against her hair, feeling the last residual flutters of her pussy around his spent cock. Thick cum had already begun to leak out around the base of his cock and run down his thighs in warm trails.

Zeyra’s head rested on his shoulder, trembling, completely full, her eyes closed, and a soft, blissfully exhausted smile resting on her swollen lips as she felt his pulse slowly steadying inside her.

The jungle around them was quiet again. The beasts were dead. The thick scent of sex mixed with the cleaner green scent of the woods.

"Now that," Sol murmured, his voice laced with deep, thoroughly satisfied amusement as he kissed her sweat-slick temple, "was a proper hunt."

Zeyra let out a soft, breathy laugh, her fingers weakly stroking the back of his neck. "You’re shameless."

"Take one to know one," Sol smirked.

He held her like that until her shaking finally eased and her arms loosened slightly around his neck. Only then did he slowly, carefully lower them both back toward the moss, still joined, still deep inside her, the long-awaited fucking finally brought to its end.

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