Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) - Chapter 286

Chapter 286: Continuing on the Journey***
Third Person’s POV

Feeling the slight pain, he only got more fired up and hammered into her pussy with a brutal precision.

The new angle made her gasp as he was hitting places inside her that had her seeing stars.

Virelle threw her head back, and her golden hair stuck to her sweat-slicked skin.

The lewd squelching sounds filled the room as he pounded into her without mercy while her swollen breasts bounced wildly with each movement.

Her stocking-clad legs trembled around his waist and he enjoyed the sheer fabric rubbing deliciously against his sides as he fucked her deeper and harder.

“F-Feels…so deep…” she whimpered, and her voice broke as her pale fingers unwound from his arms and started tracing every ridge of his flexing abs.

Virelle was fascinated by seeing her lover’s heaving chest that glistened with sweat beneath her featherlight and loving touches.

In response to his energetic pounds, the tight walls of her pussy fluttered around his cock and tried to milk out his cum as her tits jiggled obscenely with his every punishing thrust.

“H-Harder…Brother Ethan….” She whispered a plea against his ear, and that sent a fresh wave of heat through him.

With a dark chuckle, he obliged and pulled her slightly away before slamming her back down onto his length.

The force made her cry out and the wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the room as he fucked her like this with her body bouncing helplessly in his grip.

“Hmm~~! Mmmph~~! … 💞 ”

As her eyes rolled back, she covered her mouth to stifle her screams as pleasure threatened to overwhelm her.

The sight was too much for him, and with one last brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came inside her.

Hot ropes of his cum painted her inner walls as her womb became flooded with his seed.

“Aaahhhnnnn~~~! …💗”

This time she couldn’t stop that loud moan that escaped her throat in an unrestricted manner while her beautiful lower abdomen swelled slightly as he filled her womb with a flood of his sticky and hot cum.

Without pulling his cock out, he hauled her panting body to the bed and her thighs were still clamped around his hips as he mounted her.

The thick length of his cock remained buried to the hilt inside her pussy and stretched her wet folds as he settled between her trembling legs.

He held her ass that was still red from his spankings and started fucking her for the second time.

His hands gripped the plush flesh of her ass that was still flushed red from his earlier spankings and squeezed them hard enough to make her whimper.

Then he began fucking her in earnest and possessive thrusts that made the bedframe creak and groan in protest.

Virelle clawed at the sheets and gritted her teeth while her back arched off the mattress with his every strong thrust.

Pleasure coiled tight in her belly, and her moans came in ragged pants as he pinned her down in a mating press and pounded her senseless.

She was helpless and her body jolted with each snap of his hips while the slick walls of her pussy fluttered around his cock in desperate little clenches.

Half an hour passed in a haze of sweat and skin, and all the while their bodies continued slapping together obscenely until Ethan finally stilled.

His cock pulsed and with a final snap of his hips, he emptied himself inside her for the second time that morning.

Virelle shuddered beneath him in an overstimulated and trembling state while her thighs twitched in the moment, his cum flooded her depths.

When he finally pulled his still hard cock out, thick strands of his yellowish white cum spilled from her swollen red pussy and pooled onto the sheets in a sticky and sinful mess.

Her beautiful pale legs that were still sheathed in those sweaty black stockings lay splayed open while her golden pubes glistened with a mix of her own release and his cum mixed together.

Her torn black bra barely clung to her heaving chest as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Ethan smirked as he watched her struggle to catch her breath and her body still quivering from the aftershocks.

But when her hazy eyes drifted down to his still hard and twitching cock, a flicker of fear crossed her face.

She was so sexy in his eyes, but he smiled and didn’t continue their steamy sex session as they had to exit this city too.

Still, the sight of his first woman like this in a sprawled out state with her cunt dripping with his cum made his fingers twitch with the urge to flip her over and take her again.

But he forced himself to shake it off and instead scooped her up in a princess carry.

Virelle’s limp body melted on his chest with exhaustion as he carried her toward the bath.

But he couldn’t begin to imagine the whirlwind of thoughts swirling inside Virelle’s mind.

How is Brother Ethan such a beast…? she wondered shyly as her cheeks flushed from the afterglow of their passion.

But even as she recalled the blissful intensity of their sex, a flicker of sadness quietly bloomed within her chest.

Am I… not enough for him?

The question struck her deeper than she expected.

Am I so weak a woman that I can’t even satisfy the man I love…?

The thought wrapped itself around her like a creeping vine and dragged her confidence into murky depths.

A strange and almost desperate solution surfaced in the haze of her self-doubt—what if… someone else helped him with those urges?

But she instantly rejected the notion and shook her head as if to cast out the intrusive thought.

No! He is mine and mine only.

With that silent vow, she pushed the thought far into the back of her mind and buried it beneath her pride, love, and quiet insecurity.