Online Game: Starting with an SSS-Level Plundering Talent - Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Back to the Gods, Establishing a City

It wasn’t long before the door creaked open, and Tracy was gently pushed inside.

She wore a light blue, sheer nightgown that barely concealed her radiant skin. Clutching a cute stuffed animal to her chest, she stood hesitantly at the doorway. Her eyes met John’s, and though every instinct told her to run, her legs refused to move.

Her heart pounded wildly as she lowered her head, fidgeting with the toy in her hands. In a soft voice, she murmured, “Old man…”

A mischievous smile spread across John’s face as he patted the bed beside him. “Come here,” he commanded calmly.

Gulp!

Tracy swallowed nervously. The tone of John’s voice left no room for argument. She obediently shuffled to the bed, casting a quick, nervous glance at John before diving under the covers.

John couldn’t help but chuckle at her shy, innocent demeanor. He gently took the stuffed animal from her arms, lifting her chin with a teasing question, “Is this what you want?”

Tracy’s breath hitched. Too flustered to look at him, she nodded slightly, closing her eyes tightly, surrendering herself to whatever John desired.

John’s rough hands began to explore her delicate body, tracing the curves of her figure as the flimsy fabric of her nightgown slipped away.

Her perfect form was revealed, with her smooth, luminous skin glowing softly in the dim light. Her ample chest rose and fell with each breath, a sight that was nearly impossible to resist.

Tracy’s breathing grew heavy, her heart pounding as desire welled up inside her. When she realized John had paused, she curiously opened her eyes.

“Old man, don’t stare!” she exclaimed, embarrassed by his intense gaze. She quickly reached for the blanket to cover herself, but John caught her hand, stopping her.

“Mm…” she moaned as his hand found her chest, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. Instinctively, she clutched John’s head to her chest, her voice trembling with need, “Old man, please be gentle with Tracy…”

She recalled their first time together, how the overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain had consumed her.

John’s strength both excited and frightened her, leaving her caught between ecstasy and fear.

But soon, thoughts of anything but John faded away as she responded to his kisses, her body moving on its own.

She was already wet with anticipation.

John spread her legs, positioning his erect length at her entrance before slowly pushing in.

“Mm… Old man, it hurts…” Tracy winced, her arms wrapped tightly around John’s neck as tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Even though it was her second time, she still struggled to accommodate his size.

John paused, then lifted her by the waist, rolling onto his back so she was on top.

“You move,” he instructed.

Tracy blushed deeply, feeling shy and hesitant. Like a cautious kitten, she nestled against John’s chest, her cheek brushing against his chin as she began to move slowly.

“Mm…” The intense sensation made her moan with pleasure. Her lips parted, seeking John’s as she lost herself in the rhythm.

Gradually, she became bolder, riding him fully, her back arching as she placed her hands on his legs for balance, moving faster and faster.

Her moans grew louder as waves of pleasure crashed through her, electrifying every nerve in her body.

“Old man, Tracy… can’t hold on…” she gasped, trembling with each movement until finally, her legs tightened around him, and she sat down hard, overcome by the intensity of her climax.

“Ah!” Tracy cried out, the force of John’s thrusts breaking through her defenses, unlocking a pleasure so intense it seemed to reach her very soul.

Her body convulsed uncontrollably, and with another long moan, she climaxed, her strength completely drained as she collapsed onto John’s chest.

“Old man… you’re so strong…” she gasped between breaths, her voice a soft murmur.

But John wasn’t finished. He lifted Tracy’s face to meet his, kissing her deeply as he propped himself up on his knees, continuing to thrust into her.

“Mmm, mmm…” Tracy’s moans were muffled by his kiss, her body trying to keep pace with his relentless rhythm.

John’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he picked up the pace.

“Old man, slow down… Tracy can’t take it…” she pleaded, tears spilling down her cheeks from the overwhelming sensation.

The continuous waves of pleasure coursed through her, leaving her on the edge of ecstasy.

Feeling constrained, John shifted positions, rolling over to press her beneath him. With his full strength unleashed, he began pounding into her with even greater intensity.

“Ah… no, old man, Tracy can’t handle it… please, stop…” Tracy’s voice was hoarse, her chest heaving from the force of each thrust, her breasts bouncing before John’s hands found them, kneading them into different shapes.

She weakly clutched at his arms, she cries for mercy.

But fueling John’s desire, making him push even harder.

“Old man, please… I can’t… Tracy can’t take anymore…” she whimpered, her tears soaking the pillow as the sheets beneath her became drenched with her fluids.

The powerful urge to dominate drove John forward, and with one last intense push, he reached his climax.

With a deep growl, he held Tracy tightly against him, releasing a torrent of heat into her.

“Mmm…” Tracy let out a long moan as she climaxed alongside him, her body trembling from the overwhelming sensation. The endless stream of fluids continued to flow, soaking the bed beneath them.

“Old man… I can’t…” Tracy whispered, her eyes unfocused before she slipped into unconsciousness.

John felt a pang of guilt—perhaps he had been too intense.

It seemed that each of the women had different levels of endurance.

Tracy had the weakest stamina, only able to handle one round before passing out.

Anna could manage two rounds at most.

As for Sini and Ada, John wasn’t quite sure which of them was stronger.

Ada had withstood two of his climaxes before fainting during their first time, but she might be able to handle more as she adjusted.

And then there was Ada’s submissive streak…

Thinking about the women only reignited John’s desire. A part of him wanted to dive back into the world of Gods and explore these feelings further.

But he restrained himself.

He had been pushing himself hard over the past few days, and it was time to give his body the rest it needed.

John felt the damp, sticky bed beneath him and sighed. Tracy really was like water—changing the sheets would be pointless.

Deciding it was better to find a new place to rest.

He picked up the naked and exhausted Tracy. Even in her sleep, she winced in discomfort, her small head burrowing deeper into his chest.

He carried her to her room, where Sini lay awake in bed. Hearing him enter, she curiously asked, “John, why are you here?”

“The bed’s soaked. It’s impossible to sleep on it,” John replied, placing the unconscious Tracy gently onto the bed.

Fortunately, the bed was large enough for all three of them.

“You really went too far,” Sini muttered, casting a reproachful look at John as she noticed Tracy’s state.

She had experienced that overwhelming sensation before—the kind that made you feel as though your body no longer existed. It was thrilling, yet terrifying. She didn’t doubt that if John decided to unleash everything, neither she nor the others would be able to handle it.

She glanced at John’s still-erect length, a mix of fear and concern flickering in her eyes.

“Master, are you still not satisfied?” she asked, inching away from him slightly.

“It’s late. Let’s just sleep,” John said, trying to reassure Sini, with no intention of continuing.

Sini swallowed nervously. She wanted to fulfill John’s desires but knew she couldn’t handle it.

Snuggling into his arms, she soon drifted off to sleep as exhaustion took over.

John, lying between two beautiful, naked women, struggled with his own desires. It took him a long time to finally suppress the urge within him.

…

The next afternoon, John, along with Sini and Tracy, logged back into the world of Gods and flew on Avis towards The Land of Elves.

By the time they arrived, the Blues Family members and the Flame Legion had already begun construction on a small city.

Although it wasn’t as large as a Level 1 city, it was more than sufficient for the Blues Family.

“Brother-in-law,” Armstrong greeted John and asked, “Should we make an announcement now?”

“No need,” John shook his head. The Eternal Forest was filled with unknown dangers, and he didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention.

Plus, after the last city-building event, their enemies had likely gathered enough information. There was no need to make a big scene this time.

“Got it. The city should be completed by around six this evening,” Armstrong informed him before returning to his work.

This time, the responsibility of the city’s construction had fallen to him.

Both the old family head, Chris, and the current leader, Peter, were intentionally giving him more authority to help him grow.

Seeing that everything was under control and that his presence wasn’t particularly needed, John decided to enter Death Land.

The beast army was still there, training in the Vein of the Earth, restoring their strength.

Ada had been the busiest of all in the past few days, tirelessly training the elf army.

Under her guidance, the elves had made significant improvements in their strength.

It much to John’s pleasant surprise.

However, John didn’t dwell on this for long. Instead, he made his way to the Tree of Life.

“Big brother!” Jean called out, her face lighting up with joy as she spotted John. She immediately ran over to him, her happiness evident.

Jean, who shared a unique connection with the Tree of Life, had been staying close by, focusing on her training.

John smiled at Jean’s adorable enthusiasm and gently ruffled her hair. “Are you getting used to it here?” he asked.

Jean nodded eagerly. “Yes, everyone here is so nice! And the Tree of Life will give birth to new elves in just three days!”

“So soon?” John was taken aback, quickly turning his attention to the Tree of Life.

Sure enough, among the dense foliage, there were over a thousand large, green fruits, each about the size of a basketball, on the verge of ripening.

These fruits would soon mature, giving life to new elves.

An entirely new species of elves, in fact.

The thought filled John with anticipation.

The rapid development of the Tree of Life was, in large part, thanks to Jean’s efforts.

John couldn’t help but feel grateful for her presence.

It seemed that the women in Death Land all had extraordinary talents.

“Where’s Anna?” John asked, noticing that she wasn’t around.

“She’s training the elves. Let me take you to her, big brother,” Jean said, grabbing John’s hand and leading him towards the Vein of the Earth nearby.

As they approached, the sound of battle cries grew louder. The elves were engaged in fierce combat with one another.

John was amazed to see that all six hundred or so elves had advanced to the fourth tier, equivalent to the power of a boss-level leader.