FREE USE in Primitive World-Chapter 309: Raw Unfiltered Passion

She felt the last of the barrier snap, her body finally yielding to his density as he filled every literal corner of her being.

Sol groaned, a deep, guttural sound that started in his gut and vibrated through his entire frame. He felt the absolute depth of her... the way the blunt head of his cock battered against the very gateway of her womb.

The tightness was now a pulsing, rhythmic embrace, her internal muscles clamping down on him in a series of frantic, involuntary contractions that threatened to end his control then and there.

They stayed like that for a long, suspended second... completely joined, two bodies finally merged into a single, sweating, electric entity. The wind howled through the petrified trees outside, but inside the Spire, the silence was absolute, broken only by the sound of their combined, frantic breathing and the wet, heavy slapping of their skin meeting.

Sol looked down at her, seeing the wreckage of her composure, the way her eyes were glassy and unfocused, rolling back in her head as she processed the sheer volume of him. He felt the heat from her core flooding into him, a warm essence that mixed with his own.

...

Finally, feeling her a bit relaxed, he began to move.

At first, it was just a slow, heavy grind... rotating his hips to let her feel the full circumference of him, ensuring that every sensitive nerve in her body was screaming his name. Then he slowly sped up, it was a jackhammer pace, a primal, rhythmic violence.

Every time he slammed his hips against hers, the heavy timber frame of the bed groaned. The thud-thud-thud of their bodies meeting was the only sound in the room, a war drum for a battle that had no losers.

Every time his pelvic bone slammed against hers, a fresh burst of heat radiated through the room, the friction of their skin creating a storm of pure, carnal energy.

Kira’s hands flew to the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his dark hair as she pulled him even deeper, her legs locking around his waist with the strength of a seasoned fighter.

He reached down, his hands cupping her ass, pulling her even harder against his thrusts. He was hitting her g-spot with every savage plunge, the angle perfect, the force overwhelming. Kira was a vessel of sound now, her moans turning into raw, coarse vulpine barks of ecstasy.

She wasn’t just accepting him anymore, she was demanding him. She was meeting every thrust with a buck of her own hips, her internal muscles working like a coil to draw more of him inside.

"Fuck, you’re so deep," she gasped, her head tossing from side to side. "I can feel... I can feel you pulsing inside me."

"I’ve got you," Sol muttered, his thrusts becoming longer, harder, and more relentless. "Tonight, the world burns. Tonight, we just exist."

He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming longer, harder, and more relentless. He was a machine of meat and will, hammering into her with a rhythmic violence. He was making up for every day he had spent in the mud, every night he had spent gripping a spear with white knuckles.

He was pouring his frustration, his arrogance, and his raw, unchained power into her, reaching the absolute depth of her being until They were no longer two people, they were a singular, chaotic mass of heat and spirit-essence.

The air was thick with the scent of their union... a pungent, sweet musk that filled Sol’s lungs and drove him even further into the dark, carnal depths of his instinct.

He wanted to explore every inch of her from the inside out. He shifted his grip, pulling one of her legs up over his shoulder to open her even further, exposing her to the full, unbridled force of his power. He watched the way her muscles rippled, the way her skin flushed a deep, beautiful pink, and the way her hips lashed against the furs in a frantic, rhythmic circle. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The night was young, the war was coming, and Sol was far from finished. He had days of survival, blood, and isolation to burn out of his system, and he was going to use every second of the darkness to ensure Kira never forgot the man who had claimed her.

He bent down, capturing her lips in another fierce, saliva-heavy struggle, his hips never slowing their devastating rhythm. He was taking her into the abyss with him, and neither of them wanted to find the way back.

As they continued Sol felt his core begin to spin faster, the internal pressure building toward a crescendo he wasn’t ready to reach yet. He wanted to prolong the agony, to stretch the pleasure until it was indistinguishable from the violence they both lived by. He slowed the pace just a fraction, pulling back until he was nearly out, before slamming back in with a force that made Kira’s whole body vibrate.

"You’re... you’re a monster," she wheezed, her eyes fixing on his with a mixture of awe and absolute, terrifying desire.

He didn’t respond, in fact, he couldn’t due to sheer intoxicating pleasure, that threatened to burst out any second. He rudely flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling her hips high into the air, and drove back in from behind, the new angle allowing him to reach even deeper, to the very bottom of her soul.

The sound of their passion filled the room, a raw, unfiltered testament to their survival. Outside, the world maybe was preparing for its end, but in the heart of the Feline Spire, Sol and Kira were busy creating their own.

The friction was building, the heat was rising, and the true indulgence of the night was only just getting started. Sol leaned over her back, his chest pressing against her spine, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of her shoulder, and began the long, savage descent into the next step of their shared darkness...