Chapter 433: Happy Laila**

Luke had diluted the serum that elevates the stimulation and yet the way she was hopping on his cock right now, it doesn’t appear that the effect has been reduced at all.

Each downward bounce drove him deeper, the tight ring of her ass gripping and releasing with wet, rhythmic suction that filled the quiet room.

"Ah...haah...haah...this feels...great...I can’t stop..." And well, she wasn’t. Her breath came in short, hot bursts against the side of his neck, warm and uneven, carrying the faint sweet scent of her skin mixed with the sharper tang of arousal.

Luke was sitting on a chair at this point while Laila fucked herself on him with energetic hops of her ass. The wooden seat creaked under their combined weight.

Her thighs flexed and trembled with every lift, soft flesh jostling against his lap as the slick heat of her body swallowed him again and again. Skin slapped skin in a steady, fleshy rhythm, the sound wet and lewd.

Her cunt continued to let out heavy amount of drool for how much she enjoyed being fucked in the butt hole.

Clear fluid ran down the insides of her thighs in thin, shiny trails, cooling against her flushed skin before dripping onto his legs. The air around them grew heavier with the musky, salty scent of her excitement.

She even took his hands and rested them on her bust, begging to be touched. Her breasts were full and warm under his palms, the nipples already stiff and sensitive, rising and falling with each frantic bounce.

Luke grinned and pulled her back against him. Her sweat-damp back pressed to his chest, the heat of her body seeping through. "This is supposed to be a punishment." He pinched and twisted her nipples, earning a delightful moan from the masochist. The sound vibrated through her, while her inner walls clenched hard around him in response, fluttering and squeezing as if trying to milk him.

She continued to sway her hips back and forth, not missing a single moment to enjoy herself till his cock was filling her insides.

The slow grind let her feel every ridge and vein, the thick stretch burning just enough to make her thighs shake. Her head tipped back against his shoulder, soft gasps spilling out with every roll of her hips, the wet slide of him inside her never stopping.

"I know....but...you would be gone for long...let me enjoy it...till I can..." She argued, looking over her shoulder, her face flushed with pleasure and heat.

A thin sheen of sweat made her cheeks and the bridge of her nose gleam. Her lips stayed parted, soft and swollen from earlier assault while her eyes stayed glassy and half-lidded.

Luke shook his head before, with a grin, he stood on his feet, holding both of her thighs with both arms, folding her from the middle. His palms pressed into the soft give of her inner thighs, fingers digging into warm, damp flesh.

The sudden shift lifted her weight easily. Her spine arched hard against his chest and the angle forced her knees up toward her shoulders, leaving her completely open and balanced only by his strength.

Her breath was knocked out of her being held like that before she felt the heated rod slowly sliding out of her bum hole. A long, shaky exhale left her lungs in a rush.

Cooler air kissed the stretched, slick rim as he withdrew, the thick shaft dragging against every sensitive inch with a slow, wet friction that made her toes curl. A soft, sticky sound followed the retreat, and a fresh trickle of her own fluids ran down the cleft of her ass.

In a low whisper, Luke said, "Here is a special farewell reward then." The words brushed warm against the shell of her ear. He inserted every bit of his length inside her, scraping against her sensitive spots even more in the position and causing her tongue to roll out and eyes widen.

The full, heavy stretch returned in one continuous push. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around the invading heat, every ridge and vein grinding along the tight passage.

The wet, heavy slap of skin on skin rang out as he set a relentless pace, each powerful stroke burying him to the hilt before pulling almost free and slamming home again.

"Nnh...ahh...ahh...!" Her voice broke into short, rising moans that matched every impact. Her folded body jolted in his arms with the force, breasts bouncing against her own thighs, the soft flesh jiggling with every brutal thrust.

The tight heat of her ass gripped him like a fist, slick and scorching, the wet friction loud and filthy in the quiet room.

Luke’s breath grew ragged against her ear as he fucked her harder. The chair they had left behind sat forgotten.

He stood firm, using the leverage of her folded position to drive deeper, the thick head of his cock grinding against every sensitive spot inside her. A continuous wet squelching filled the air, mixed with the sharp smack of his hips against her ass.

Her moans climbed higher, turning into desperate, broken sounds. "Haaah...yes...yes...there...!" Her walls fluttered and clenched around him in erratic pulses, the pressure building fast. Sweat slicked both their bodies, making the skin-on-skin contact even louder and hotter.

The climax hit her without warning. Her entire body locked up, a long, high cry tearing from her throat as her ass clamped down in powerful, rhythmic spasms. "Ah...ahh...cumming...!" Thick fluid squirted from her hungry cunt, splashing against his hand and dripping down in warm trails while her inner muscles squeezed him in tight, milking waves.

That sudden, intense tightness dragged him over the edge with her. A low, guttural groan rumbled from his chest as his hips stuttered and he buried himself to the root.

Hot pulses of cum flooded deep inside her, thick and heavy, each spurt forced out by the relentless clench of her orgasm.

The wet, overflow sound of his release mixing with her own fluids filled the space between them as he kept grinding through the last throes, emptying everything he had into her spasming heat.

Once done, he pulled out his length and slowly lowered her on the chair.

Pressing a kiss on her head he whispered. "Clean up the workshop before you leave."

She hummed as she curled on the chair with a satisfied smile on her face.

Luke finished dressing and soon left his room, making his way back into the main house. When he arrived at the dining hall, however, he immediately noticed that several people were missing. The room was quieter than he had expected, with only a single man in sight now.

"Hmm? Where is everyone?" Luke asked, glancing around.

Gustav, who appeared to be preparing to head out himself, turned toward him. "I saw Ginna heading toward your room a little while ago. Maybe she’s there."

Luke nodded. His attention soon returned to Gustav, who had already gathered his things and seemed eager to leave.

"What about you? Going somewhere?"

"Yeah." Gustav shrugged, adjusting his clothes. "Lex told me that overseeing the guards pays pretty well. Figured I’d give it a try."

Luke’s expression grew thoughtful at that.

"Overseeing the guards? You mean the ones sent by Lord Kaalish?"

Gustav nodded. "Apparently, Gary doesn’t trust them enough to let them move around without supervision. So, for the time being, he’s been assigning villagers to keep an eye on their movements."

Luke frowned slightly as he considered the arrangement. While he understood the need for caution, he wasn’t entirely convinced that the approach was without its drawbacks.

"Won’t that create distrust among the new recruits?" he asked. "Having villagers watch their every move might not exactly make them feel welcome."

Gustav tilted his head, considering the question before offering a simple counterargument. "Wouldn’t they expect that, though? I mean, would you entrust the security of your home to a bunch of strangers without keeping an eye on them?"

Luke paused, then nodded. "Fair point."

He crossed his arms, his gaze growing distant as he pieced together the reasoning behind Gary’s decision. At first glance, the arrangement might have seemed like a simple security measure, but the more he thought about it, the more he appreciated the ingenuity behind it.

Gary was effectively killing two birds with one stone.

On the one hand, he was giving the villagers an opportunity to earn money without putting themselves in unnecessary danger. They wouldn’t have to venture into hostile territory or risk their lives fighting monsters. All they had to do was keep watch over the new recruits and report anything suspicious.

On the other hand, he was placing a measure of responsibility in the villagers’ hands. Rather than leaving them as passive observers of the changes taking place around them, he was making them active participants in the settlement’s security.

Such involvement would naturally strengthen their sense of belonging while gradually building trust among the people once again.

And if the new recruits had any objections, well, they would simply have to understand that trust was a privilege to be earned, not something automatically granted to strangers.

Luke’s lips curved into a faint smile.

’Quite a masterstroke, little man.’