Chapter 24 – I’m Not Going to Allow It. (+18)

Cya tried to move.  

She lifted her hips a little… and lowered them.  

The movement was clumsy. Uncertain. Barely a centimeter of travel.  

She, who could normally train for hours without losing rhythm, now felt her legs trembling in an absurd way.  

Every time Lyon’s cock brushed deeper inside, a wave of sensitivity climbed up her spine and cut off her air.  

‘Why… is this so hard?’ Cya thought, frowning against his neck. ‘I work out every day. This shouldn’t…’  

But it wasn’t a matter of strength.  

It was that down there she was too sensitive. Too swollen. Too full of new sensations she didn’t know how to process.  

Lyon noticed.  

He noticed how she struggled and barely managed to move.  

He noticed the trembling in her thighs.  

And above all, he noticed the tight heat that wrapped around him every time she tried to sink down.  

So he took the initiative. Lyon grabbed Cya’s waist with both hands and pulled her down in one controlled tug.  

“Nnnh…!”  

The moan she let out was short, sharp, and it went straight to his crotch. Lyon felt his whole body tense with pure pleasure at the sound.  

Cya opened her mouth against his neck.  

She was going to say “stop.”  

The word was already forming on her tongue.  

But instead, with a trembling, husky voice, she whispered:  

“…Keep going.”  

Lyon didn’t need her to say it twice.  

He started lifting and lowering her with his hands, using the strength of his arms to set the pace.  

Every downward stroke made his cock sink deeper.  

Every upward stroke made her insides squeeze around him as if they didn’t want to let go.  

Cya twisted.  

Her nails dug harder into Lyon’s back, scratching through the shirt.  

She was too tight.  

Every movement tore a new sound from her: short moans, ragged breaths, little whimpers that escaped without control.  

And then, little by little, she started to get used to it.  

The pain mixed with something else. A hot pressure rising from her lower belly and clouding her head.  

She wanted more.  

She wanted it deeper.  

Faster.  

Cya started moving on her own.  

She rose and fell with more determination, setting a rhythm that grew more and more desperate.  

The moans were no longer small.  

They were clear. Wet. And they came out with no filter at all.  

Lyon, inside, was dying of embarrassment.  

‘How… how can she moan like that with the driver right in front?’ he thought, his face burning. ‘Does she trust her that much? Or does she simply not care? Five minutes ago she said she could kill her like it was nothing! So what is this?’  

But it wasn’t the time to think.  

It was the time to act.  

Lyon settled better into the seat, planted his hands firmly on her waist and started thrusting upward at the same time she came down.  

The wet sound of every thrust mixed with Cya’s moans and the soft creak of the leather seat.  

Cya came first.  

The orgasm hit her all at once, without warning.  

Her insides clenched hard around Lyon’s cock, a series of hot, rhythmic spasms that soaked him completely.  

A long moan, almost a sob, escaped against his neck while her whole body trembled.  

Lyon felt the heat. He felt the wetness. He felt how she collapsed against his chest still shuddering.  

And he waited.  

He waited for the moment his own body would let go too.  

But it didn’t happen.  

Nothing.  

Not a single drop.  

He stayed still, still buried inside her, confused.  

‘What…? Why not…? By this point I should have…’  

And then he heard the voice inside his head. Cold. Annoyed. Clearly offended.  

“I’m not going to allow you to release a single drop of cum in that human’s womb.”  

Lyon’s eyes snapped open.  

‘What?’  

“She doesn’t deserve it,” the voice continued, sharp. “Not one drop.”  

‘Hey! Don’t ruin my first time!’ Lyon shot back, irritated, still with Cya trembling on top of him.  

The voice let out a low, almost mocking laugh.  

“You should have thought it through better before doing it with a simple human who has a guild. Now tough it out.”  

Lyon clenched his teeth.  

He was annoyed. Very annoyed.  

But at the same time…  

Cya’s heat was still there. Her pussy still pulsed around him with residual spasms.  

Her warm breath stayed pressed against his neck. And every now and then, as if she couldn’t help it, she inhaled deeply against his skin… or even dragged her tongue across it once, slow, distracted.  

Lyon let out a long sigh and simply held her tighter, forehead resting on her shoulder.  

‘Damn my luck…’ Lyon thought, while the car kept rolling forward in silence along the longest possible route.