While Others Cultivate, I Use My Multiverse System Chapter 219: Sweethearts (smut)

Chapter 219: Sweethearts (s.m.u.t)

"Ah!' A moan escaped my lips as soon as my entire body got coated by Dearie's warmth. But I didn't press forward. All in the girl, I stopped moving, giving her the time to get used to this new sensation.

"Does it hurt?" After a moment, I asked.

"Just… Just a bit," Dearie uttered through her tightened lips. Yet, the expression on her face alone proved her words to be an utter lie.

"I get it," with the girl below me, I lowered my head over her face before joining our lips again. Rather than letting her suffer through her first time for as long as it would take for the pain to subsidize on its own, it was better to just push her attention towards something else.

And judging how quickly Dearie's lips started to seek out my own mouth, I was quite successful at it.

"I will start to move," I said after several minutes' worth of kissing and touching her body all over. 

"Un," Dearie nodded her head, before averting her eyes. With her upper robe riding all the way to her neck, I just couldn't get enough of the view. And so my hips could barely follow my decision to move them as slowly as I could possibly do.

Soon, the last traces of anguish vanished from Dearie's face, replaced with the same expression of her face melting. I slowly rubbed her insides with my d.i.c.k, mapping up every fold and crevice of her p.u.s.s.y in my mind. It wasn't long before her own hips started to shake as well, pointing out how her body craved for more.

This time, I didn't ask nor inform Dearie. I simply started to move a little faster.

Then a bit more. And by the time I was ready to speed up, even more, I realized that I was already wildly pumping my hips up, slamming the base of my c.o.c.k against her crotch.

"Ah!" Dearie moaned, pus.h.i.+ng her head against the soft fabric that the couch was made from. At the same time, she raised her hips, in the natural attempt to make the process of mating a bit easier. There was no more sanity in her eyes or soul, just the relentless and greedy desire to savor me more.

"AHAHH!" As pleasant as it was, I could f.u.c.k her in the simplest missionary position only for so long. Dearie moaned as soon as I wrapped my hands around her waist, pulling her as close to my chest as I could.

"Let's switch up a little," I said, before rolling over to my back. Still holding the girl by her waist, I basically swapped places with her. And it didn't take long before Dearie found the pace that she was comfortable with.

This silly girl then started riding me. At first, slowly, as if she was still unsure of her ability as if she was worried that she would do something wrong. But as her p.u.s.s.y continued to wrap itself around my glans, only to tighten on me whenever she dropped her hips down, I quickly reached the point where the excitement also started getting to my head.

For a long while, the only thing that could be heard in the tent was the sloppy sound of our genitals rubbing against each other, while the juices we both produced served as a lube. Laying flat on the couch, I couldn't help but admire the swaying body of Dearie. Her breast wiggling with every shake of her hips were intoxicating as if they turned into bait for my and my eyes only. Her slim waist, the front of her wet p.u.s.s.y, the ecstatic look on her face…

Everything about her was only making me hornier and hornier.

"I don't… I can't hold!" Dearie whispered in between her moans.  What should be one of the most basic activities that nearly every human possesses, now turned into a challenge for Dearie. Whenever her hips would drop down, all the air would escape from her lungs. Whenever she would pull herself up, she would use this window of opportunity to regain her breath.

And in this precise scheme of keeping herself alive, adding the burden of uttering just a few words was greater than anyone could expect.

"I'm close too!" I muttered through my lips, unable to hold my excitement and arousal back anymore. At this point, the one thing that was stopping me from c.u.mming was my sheer f.u.c.king will… Or so I would like to say, sneakily tuning my excitement down with my witch abilities whenever I felt that I couldn't do it on my own anymore.

"I'm c.u.mming!" With one last plank, Dearie slammed her hips down, nailing herself on my d.i.c.k all the way. Once her crotch slapped against my lap, her entire body fell forward, falling atop my chest.

With no reason to stop myself from reaching the pinnacle anymore, I internally grinned before ramping up both of our excitement and arousal to its limits.

Right as the two of us reached the climax.

I released my sperm right into Dearie's womb. As the thick fluid gushed out of my tip, I tightened my embrace over Dearie's frail body, now capable of feeling every last twitch of hers. But soon, she broke free from my hold, only to start shaking her hips again. Before I even managed to release it all, Dearie was already both craving and working to get some more.

"Time out, give me a moment!" Uttering the words through my tightened throat, I only managed to reach forth with my hand. At this moment, the mix of exhaustion, pain, and pleasure mixed up in my p.e.n.i.s, turning me almost indifferent to what was going on. But with the last bit of my strenght, I managed to reach forth and grab… And grab something soft.

"Let's switch again," taking several breaths to even be able to utter those words, I forced myself to go up, before pus.h.i.+ng the girl down on the couch and pulling myself up from her gaping p.u.s.s.y.

"More, more, more," slammed on the soft couch, Dearie could only continuously mutter one word. I looked down at the sperm that gushed out of her trembling hole. Still overloaded with pleasure, Dearie didn't even protest against the lack of p.e.n.i.s inside her.

"There is no sense asking you to turn around now," I commented out loud, before sinking my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and rolling the girl on her stomach. Then, with a single pull, I made her raise her hips right to the level where the swollen lips of her p.u.s.s.y could be easily attacked.

And then, after moving to my knees, I positioned my tip right at her wet entrance before pus.h.i.+ng my entire body forward.

Resting my body atop Dearie's back, I forced my entire lower self into her soaking hole.

Taking her from the back, I couldn't influence my emotions anymore. My mind was too out of focus to do it. Nevertheless, my arousal only continued to grow while we kept going at it in this man-dominated position.

I moved my hands over Dearie's breast. Her entire body twitched even stronger than it would with every push of mine.

"Are you ready?" This time, I was unable to hold my own arousal back. Meaning, Dearie wouldn't be able to enjoy my presence for longer than G.o.d intended for me to remain hard.

"Yeaash," Dearie moaned in response, turning her head to the side. "Kissh, kish me pleesee," her words were broken by the constant waves of pleasure. Her eyes no longer appeared to see anything. Yet, her body continued to honestly respond to my feelings, tightening, coiling, and wrapping itself around my most sensitive place.

"Sure," once again resting my upper body on her back, I moved for the kiss. And as soon as our lips joined, all my limits were broken.

"I'M COMMMFPH!" Intending to shout out of the reflex, my voice got m.u.f.fled when Dearie pushed her tongue into my mouth. Connected both up there and down below, I felt her p.u.s.s.y gobbling up every last bit of sperm that my already tired p.e.n.i.s could procure.

"Ah…" Once the wave of the peak pleasure pa.s.sed by, my body lost all its strenght. Still b.a.l.l.s-deep in Dearie, I powerlessly fell on her back once again, slowly trying to regain my breathing.

"Ah… ha… ha…" Still incapable of normal speech, Dearie only released something between a sweet moan and short laughter.

"Are you okay?" The one advantage of not being a virgin was the knowledge of what would be the greatest mishap right now. And that's why, rather than enjoying the release on my own, I pulled myself out of the girl, before rolling her over once again, pus.h.i.+ng my already soft p.e.n.i.s back into her hole and going down for a long, intimate kiss.

"Yeash," now that I could look at her silly face, I felt my strenght returning to me. Without even the slightest bit of manipulating our emotions, I could feel how her insane body and even more dangerous adorableness of her face instantly forced the blood down the path to my manhood once again.

"That's great," worried about crus.h.i.+ng her with my weight, I wrapped my hands around her waist before rolling the two of us on the side. While the coach was relatively wide, this kind of position still forced us to cuddle together like a pair of sweethearts.

"Did it feel good?" After a few more moments, Dearie finally found the strenght to ask the question. Now that she did, I couldn't help but recall how this entire thing started from her apparent wish to repay me for all the help I offered her.

"Yeah, it was insane," I replied, once again sinking into the sweet escape of her lips.