Chapter 1093: Chapter 1091-Super Craving(5).

Austin gave her no recovery. The moment the second climax began to ebb he shoved two fingers back into her still-spasming cunt, curled them hard against the textured front wall, and sealed his mouth over her clit again.

He sucked with long, wet, rhythmic pulls while his fingers thrust and rubbed without pause, deliberately chasing the next peak before the last one had fully finished. Krave’s powerful lower body jerked hard, the heavy, juicy weight of her ass lifting off the surface only to slam back down as another forceful spray of wetness pulsed around his fingers and across his chin.

Tentacles thrashed in immediate retaliation. Multiple lengths whipped around his torso and arms, suckers latching onto his back, his shoulders, the sensitive sides of his ribs with desperate, pulsing suction that tried to drag him upward or throw his rhythm off.

He thrust through every attempt, body weight pinning her exaggerated curves harder to the surface, his free hand grabbing a thrashing coil and yanking it down so the suckers were forced to latch onto the soft underside of her own heavy tit instead. The redirected stimulation made her moan raw and broken; he used the sound, sucking her clit faster while his fingers kept the relentless internal pressure that forced another short, sharp squirt from her.

“Again~”

He growled against her soaked folds, the word vibrating straight into her.

“You’re staying right here~”

He shifted without ever fully releasing her cunt from his mouth. One arm hooked under the thick thigh of her floating lower body and shoved it higher and wider, the smooth-rough texture of her purple-and-black skin scraping across his shoulder and cheek.

The new angle let him drive his tongue deeper while his fingers kept working, and the position forced the heavy weight of her ass to tilt upward so every convulsion of her body only pressed her harder against his face. Remaining free tentacles coiled around his waist and the backs of his thighs, suckers locking on and trying to pull his hips forward; he answered by biting the soft inner flesh of her thigh light, controlled, competitive and redoubling the oral assault until her cunt clenched and sprayed again in a longer, wetter pulse.

Krave snarled and countered with sharp teeth, lunging up to bite the top of his shoulder hard enough to mark. The bright sting only fed the mutual addiction. He licked her through the pain, tongue thrusting, lips sealing and sucking, fingers curling in tight, filthy circles that kept the squirting coming in irregular, forceful bursts.

Every time a tentacle managed to wrap his cock and squeeze with milking pulses he groaned into her cunt and answered by adding a third finger, stretching her further, thrusting harder, forcing the next climax to build on the heels of the last.

He finally lifted his dripping face only long enough to surge up her body. The ruined purple dress still framed her deep cleavage and the massive, heaving weight of her tits; he shoved the fabric higher, pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand, and drove his cock into her in one long, brutal stroke.

The sudden stretch and fullness after the prolonged oral made her cry out, walls clamping down around him in an immediate, fluttering spasm that milked the length of him while another spray of wetness forced its way out around the base of his cock.

Tentacles went wild at the penetration. They coiled around his hips, his ass, the backs of his thighs, suckers latching and pulsing in frantic attempts to control the depth and pace. He thrust through every restraint, using the living resistance itself as extra friction, slamming deep while his body weight kept her exaggerated curves pinned.

The heavy, juicy cheeks of her ass flexed and bounced under each impact; he hooked one of her legs higher with his free arm so the floating power of her lower body worked against her, the angle forcing every thrust to grind against the textured front wall that made her squirt.

“Feel that?~”

Austin rasped against her ear, hips rolling in deep, grinding circles between the harder thrusts.

“Every time you try to take control I just fuck you through it. Come again. Now.”

He proved it by shifting his weight and sliding a hand between them, fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight, rapid circles while his cock kept the deep, relentless pace. Krave’s back arched hard, sharp teeth snapping at his throat and biting down as the combined stimulation ripped another climax through her.

This one was longer, wetter her cunt spasming in powerful waves around his thrusting cock while clear fluid sprayed out around him in rhythmic pulses that soaked his balls and the tentacles still coiled around his hips. The suckers latched onto his skin pulsed in time with each spurt, the entire system of tentacles shuddering as her control frayed under the forced pleasure.

He didn’t ease. He fucked her straight through the orgasm and into the next build, alternating the angle of his thrusts so that every few strokes dragged heavily across the spot that made her walls flutter and leak.

When her tentacles managed to coil around his chest and squeeze he bit the side of her neck in light, competitive retaliation, the controlled pressure making her moan and clamp down harder around his cock. When suckers latched onto the sensitive skin of his lower back and pulsed he answered by grabbing another thrashing length and forcing it between their bodies so the suckers sealed against her own clit, adding extra vibrating pressure while he continued to thrust.

The dual texture of her skin never stopped scraping and sliding under his hands and chest the smooth stretches across the soft undersides of her tits, the deliberately rough patches along her ribs and the outer curves of her hips.

He used every inch of it, dragging his chest across her nipples, grinding his pelvis against the rough-smooth skin of her lower stomach on every deep stroke. The ruined dress clung damply between them, fabric bunching and scraping across the upper swells of her breasts with every violent collision of their bodies.

Austin kept her locked in the cycle of continuous orgasm with ruthless focus. Tongue and cock alternated without true pause: he would pull out only long enough to drop his mouth back between her thighs, lick and suck and finger her into another spraying climax, then surge back up and bury his cock to the hilt again while she was still convulsing.

Each time the tentacles thrashed harder, suckers latching desperately onto any part of him they could reach his arms, his ass, the backs of his thighs, even the sides of his neck. He thrust through every attempt, using the added constriction and suction as more sensation to feed back into her, forcing positions where the powerful flex of her floating lower body and the heavy bounce of her ass only drove him deeper.

She came again under the combined assault of his cock and the suckers he had forced against her clit, the climax hitting so hard her entire body locked and a sustained spray of wetness pulsed out around him in long, forceful jets. The tentacles around his hips squeezed in uncontrolled rhythm, the suckers pulsing wildly as her voice broke into raw, wordless cries. He licked the side of her throat and kept thrusting, grinding deep through every wave, determined to stack the next orgasm on top of this one before her body could settle.

“Keep fighting~”

He murmured against her skin, voice thick with the same greedy hunger she had shown him earlier.

“Good girl~”

Krave answered with a snarl and a fresh surge of tentacles. Several lengths coiled around his waist from behind and tried to pull him into a shallower angle; he countered by hooking both of her legs over his arms, folding her powerful lower body upward until her heavy ass was elevated and tilted, and slamming back to the hilt at the exact depth that made her cunt seize and spray again.

The new position forced her floating strength to work against her every attempt to flex or roll only pressed her harder onto his cock. Sharp teeth found his lower lip and bit down in controlled, stinging retaliation; he kissed her through it, tasting blood and her own wetness still on his mouth, and kept the deep, grinding pace that refused to let her come down.

The mutual addiction burned hotter with every forced climax. Every thrust was domination and gift at once he gave her the relentless stimulation that made her body convulse and squirt, and she gave him the thrashing, suckering, biting resistance that made every stroke feel like a battle. Suckers latched onto the flexing muscles of his ass and pulsed in time with his rhythm, trying to milk him even as he focused entirely on her repeated peaks. He turned that too into more fuel, letting the extra sensation drive his hips harder, the wet slap of his body against the heavy cheeks of her ass growing louder and filthier with every impact.

He dropped his mouth to one of her massive tits, sucking the stiff nipple between his lips and biting lightly while his hand kept her other breast pinned and squeezed. The dual texture of her skin dragged across his tongue smooth areola giving way to the slightly rougher outer flesh. A free tentacle immediately coiled around the back of his head and tried to force him harder against the soft weight; he allowed it, using the added pressure to suck more aggressively while his cock continued the deep, unrelenting strokes that kept her cunt fluttering and leaking around him.

Another climax built and broke under the layered assault. Her walls clamped down in powerful, rhythmic spasms, a fresh spray of wetness forcing its way out around the thick base of his cock in short, hard pulses that soaked them both. Tentacles across his back and hips shuddered and squeezed, the suckers latching and releasing in chaotic waves as her voice cracked into another broken cry. He fucked her through it without slowing, hips rolling and thrusting, fingers rubbing her clit in tight circles whenever he could free a hand, mouth moving from one heavy breast to the other to leave wet, biting marks across the smooth-rough skin.

The cycle continued without mercy. Tongue, cock, fingers, body weight, the redirected use of her own tentacles all of it coordinated to keep her on the trembling edge of continuous orgasm. Every time she tried to reclaim control with a fresh surge of coils and suckers he thrust through it, bit back lightly, forced her floating lower body into angles that made her own strength drive him deeper. Every time her sharp teeth marked his skin he answered with deeper strokes and harder suction on her clit or nipples.

The heavy, juicy weight of her ass bounced and flexed under the impacts; the exaggerated curves of her tits heaved and scraped across his chest; the ruined purple dress clung and shifted between them like a constant reminder of how completely the struggle had stripped everything else away.

Austin kept her there, body convulsing under his sustained control, cunt spasming and squirting in repeated, forced peaks while the tentacles thrashed and latched and tried desperately to turn the tide. The wet, filthy sounds of their joined bodies and her living biology filled every pause between her cries.

Mutual addiction locked them into the rhythm his domination feeding her resistance, her resistance feeding his determination to make her come harder and more often. He showed no sign of easing, alternating oral and penetration, pinning her curves, using every struggle as more leverage, determined to keep the cascade of climaxes going until her powerful lower body shook with exhaustion and her tentacles could only pulse weakly in residual, involuntary waves of pleasure.