Chapter 43: Night Is Still Young

Arthur’s breathing had only just begun to steady when he spoke.

"The night is still young."

Selene, still lying half on top of him with his softening cock inside her, lifted her head. A deep flush spread across her cheeks and down her neck. For a moment she looked like she might protest. Instead she held his gaze, ice-blue eyes dark with residual heat, and gave the smallest nod.

She did not deny it.

Arthur’s hands slid down her back, gripped the soft curves of her ass, and squeezed. Selene’s breath hitched. He rolled them over in one smooth motion, pinning her beneath him again. His cock, already hardening once more from the feel of her body, slipped out during the movement. The wet sound of it leaving her made Selene bite her lower lip.

He looked down at her fully.

Selene Frost lay naked across his dormitory bed, silver-white hair tangled across the pillow. Her full breasts rose and fell with every breath, the soft flesh marked by faint redness from his earlier grip. Her nipples were still tight, dark against her pale skin. A thin sheen of sweat and their mixed release glistened between her thighs and across her lower stomach. Her waist dipped in a soft curve before flaring into wide, womanly hips. Her legs remained slightly open, the inner thighs slick. There was nothing of the distant professor left in the way she looked at him now.

Arthur pushed her thighs wider and thrust back inside in one hard stroke.

Selene’s back arched. A sharp, broken moan tore from her throat. This time there was no slow build, no careful dual cultivation rhythm. Arthur set a rough, demanding pace from the first thrust. The bed frame slammed against the wall. Flesh met flesh with wet, heavy sounds. Selene’s breasts bounced hard with every impact. She clutched at the sheets, then at his shoulders, nails digging in as he fucked her without restraint.

"Arthur—ah—slower—"

He did not slow down.

He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, changing the angle so he could drive even deeper. Selene’s mouth fell open. Her eyes rolled back for a second. The residual coolness of her body only made the heat of their joining feel sharper. Every thrust forced a new sound from her—half protest, half helpless pleasure.

Arthur leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard while his hips kept pounding. Selene’s free hand flew to his hair, gripping tightly. Her inner walls clenched and fluttered around him with every deep stroke. The wetness between them grew louder, messier. Slick sounds filled the small room along with the rhythmic creak of the bed and Selene’s rising cries.

He pulled out suddenly.

Selene made a frustrated, needy sound. Before she could complain he flipped her onto her stomach, lifted her hips, and thrust back in from behind. The new position let him go even harder. His hands gripped her waist tightly enough to leave marks. Selene buried her face in the pillow, muffling a long, broken moan as he slammed into her. Her ass bounced against his hips with every thrust. The pale flesh rippled. Arthur spread her cheeks with his thumbs so he could watch himself disappear inside her over and over.

"Look at you," he growled, voice rough. "The Ice Queen taking it like this."

Selene’s reply was only a choked whimper. She pushed back against him, matching his rhythm now, all pretense of reluctance gone. Her silver hair stuck to her sweat-damp back. Her breasts swung beneath her with the force of his thrusts. The cold aura that usually clung to her body fluctuated wildly, mixing with the heat of the Eros mana still flowing between them.

Arthur reached around and found her clit, rubbing in firm circles while he continued to fuck her hard. Selene’s entire body jerked. Her arms gave out. She collapsed onto her elbows, ass still raised, moaning openly into the mattress. The tight, wet heat of her pussy clenched harder around him as another orgasm built rapidly.

He did not let her rest when she came.

Her climax hit with a sharp cry. Her walls spasmed violently, trying to milk him. Arthur gritted his teeth and kept thrusting through it, dragging the orgasm out until Selene was shaking and gasping for air. Only when the worst of the spasms faded did he pull out again.

Selene rolled onto her back on unsteady limbs, chest heaving, legs still spread. Her pussy was red and swollen, cum and her own release dripping onto the sheets. Arthur moved up, knelt over her, and pushed back inside while she was still sensitive. Selene’s eyes flew open. A fresh, overstimulated moan left her lips.

He fucked her face-to-face this time, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her breast and squeezing roughly. Selene wrapped her legs around his waist and held on. Their mouths met in a messy, open kiss full of teeth and shared breath. Every hard thrust punched soft, desperate sounds out of her.

The second round lasted longer.

Arthur changed angles whenever he felt her getting used to one. He pulled her legs higher, almost folding her in half, and drove down into her with short, punishing strokes. Selene’s voice broke into high, continuous moans. Tears of overstimulation gathered at the corners of her eyes, but she never told him to stop. Her hands roamed his back, his arms, his chest, as if she needed to touch every part of him while he used her body so thoroughly.

When Arthur finally felt his own release approaching he did not warn her. He simply buried himself as deep as he could and came hard, flooding her already full pussy with another thick load. Selene’s eyes rolled back. A third, smaller orgasm rippled through her at the feeling of being filled again.

They stayed locked together, bodies trembling, sweat cooling on their skin.

Arthur eventually pulled out. A mixture of their cum immediately leaked from her. Selene lay limp against the sheets, thoroughly used, silver hair a complete mess, breasts marked with faint fingerprints, thighs twitching. She looked wrecked in the best possible way.

Arthur collapsed beside her, one arm thrown across her waist.

On the desk the Eros Codex glowed softly. New text burned across the first page beneath the Frost Sovereign seal.

[BOND DEEPENED]

[MASTERY: 40%]

Selene turned her head on the pillow and looked at him through half-lidded eyes. Her voice was hoarse.

"...The night is still young, you said."

Arthur’s mouth curved into a tired, satisfied smile.

Outside the dormitory the academy slept under repair wards and quiet night sky. Inside the small room the temperature remained low, the sheets were ruined, and neither of them had any intention of sleeping yet.