FREE USE in Primitive World-Chapter 310: Erupting Inside Kira

Sol didn’t give her a moment to breathe, let alone recover. He was a man who had spent his life in the modern world calculating every move, and in this one, he had spent every waking second fighting for his breath against monsters and men alike. Now, with the Level 1 essence humming in his blood and Kira’s body offering a sanctuary of raw, unfiltered heat, he was done with patience.

He gripped her hips with a bruising force, his fingers sinking into the firm, athletic muscle of her thighs as he drove into her from behind. The angle was really the best for such deep intimacy, as he was able to reach deeper and elicit a high-pitched shriek from her lungs with every single pump. Every time his pelvic bone slammed against her backside, the heavy wooden floorboards beneath them seemed to groan in sympathy with the bed.

....

But at this moment, Sol was a machine of meat and will. He leaned over her trembling back, his chest pressing the sweat-slick skin of her spine against the furs. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive cord of her jugular vein, relishing the salt and the wild, musky scent of a woman who had finally let go.

"You’re not going anywhere, Kira," he growled, "I’m going to spend the rest of the night making sure you remember exactly who you claimed in that High Hall."

He continued a punishing, jackhammer pace. It wasn’t about finesse anymore, it was about the raw, seismic impact of their bodies meeting. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of their skin colliding was the only music in the room, a rhythmic war drum that drowned out the howling wind outside the Spire.

Every thrust was a tectonic shift, his cock... thick, angry, and pulsing with his core’s energy... battering against the absolute depth of her pussy.

And Kira? Well... Kira was a mess of raw sound. Her face was buried in the white furs, her moans devolving into guttural barks and sharp, breathless hisses. But since she was a Spirit Warrior, her body was built for endurance, but even then Sol was taking her to a place where honor and training didn’t exist. She felt every ridge of him, every throb of his pulse as he hammered at the gateway of her womb, filling her so completely she felt like she was being split open from the inside out.

"Sol... A-aghhhh... Sol! More! Harder!" she shrieked into the furs, her legs lashing frantically, not knowing whether it was because of pain or pleasure, but well since she was asking for more it must have been of pleasure.

So, Sol continued even harder and harder, and soon, she was reaching the edge. And since he was unceremoniously buried deep within her, he could feel it in the way her internal muscles began to flicker and her tight walls clamping down on his length in a series of frantic, milking spasms.

So, he gave an even deeper push, and suddenly, her whole body went rigid, her back arching like a bowstring about to snap any second.

And finally Kira shattered for the second time, this time much harder.

It was a world-ending climax, a violent, rhythmic collapse of her composure. Her internal muscles worked like a pumping machine, pulsing in a frantic dance that Sol could feel through his entire skeleton. She wailed, a high-pitched, primal sound of pure ecstasy that echoed off the walls back into their bodies, her body shaking so violently that for a second, she even forgot how to breathe.

It was such a delicate situation that despite his unwillingness, Sol had to slow down and check if she was able to breathe again.

Seeing that she was alright and started breathing heavily as he pulled out of the absolute depth, Sol push in again, as his own cock was a raging mess right now, the sensation of her clenching around him, combined with the raw, intoxicating scent of her release, no matter how much he tried was the final trigger for Sol’s own control. He had been holding back a tidal wave of frustration and isolation, and now the dam finally burst.

Sol let out a roar that wasn’t human... it was the sound of a beast finally breaking its chains. He drove himself into her one last time, pinning her to the furs with his entire weight, his hips locked tight against her ass, and finally....erupted.

It was a flood. A thick, hot, and endless tide of his seed and Layer 1 essence, pumping into the very depths of her heat. He felt his cock throb and pulse, discharging everything he had been holding back. The warmth of his release filled her to the brim, overflowing and slicking their thighs as he continued to pulse inside her.

At the same time something changed in the hollow cavity in his chest too, but he was far too lost in the intoxicating sensation to care about that right now.

He collapsed forward, his sweat-slicked chest heavy against her trembling, sweat-soaked back. He stayed buried inside her, his breath coming in short, broken gasps that matched hers.

For a long while, the room was silent except for the frantic hammering of their hearts and the wet, heavy sound of their skin peeling apart as they breathed.

...

Sol lay there for a long time, the heat of her pussy drinking in his pulse. He could feel his cock still inside her, still thick and angry even after the release. It didn’t soften one bit, it drank in her warmth, the slickness of their combined fluids acting like a catalyst for the fire in his blood. The layer 1 core in his belly hadn’t stopped spinning.... if anything, the release had only fanned the flames, making his resting density feel even more oppressive.

Slowly, he pushed himself up. He felt his cock throb and swell, growing hard again while still deep within her warmth. He looked down at the woman beneath him.

And man, Kira was a beautiful, ruined masterpiece. Her body was still shaking from the force of her climax, her muscles twitching involuntarily. Her skin was a living map of his possession... the red marks of his fingers on her hips, the bruised bite on her shoulder, and the fine sheen of sweat that made her glow in the dying embers. Her pussy was swollen, red, and weeping a thick, creamy mixture of her nectar and his seed.

Seeing her like that... broken, claimed, and utterly vulnerable... didn’t satiate the fire in Sol’s gut. It in fact, made it roar. The territorial, carnal instinct of a man who had finally claimed his prize took over completely.

"We’re not done," he whispered, his voice vibrating with a dark, heavy promise.

He reached down, his hands sliding under her stomach to flip her over. He moved with a slow, deliberate strength, his eyes never leaving hers. Kira didn’t resistm, she was a passenger in the storm now, her eyes glassy and unfocused, her mouth hanging open as she tried to catch her breath.

He laid her on her again, her hair a wild, sweat-slicked halo against the white furs. Sol hovered over her, his massive arms braced on either side of her head. He was careful with his weight, the Great Badger’s grounding essence making him feel like a mountain, but he didn’t want to crush her. He just wanted her to feel the heat of him.

Sol looked at her pussy... red, wet, and open. And since he couldn’t use his hands. He just lowered himself, the head of his cock finding her entrance instantly. She was so slick now that he slid back in with a sickeningly sweet, wet squelch that echoed in the quiet room.

And unlike before, he didn’t shove. He pushed in slowly, savouring the way her internal muscles, still raw and sensitive from the recent orgasm, rippled around him. He could feel the exact moment he breached the midway point, the pressure building until his head began to swim with the sheer intensity of the friction.

"Kira, raise your eyes," Sol growled, silver‑crimson fire clashing against her storm‑blue gaze.

She forced her eyes to focus, her hands reaching up to grip his forearms. She was vibrating again, her body reacting to the return of his weight with a frantic, desperate hunger.

"You’re... you’re really too much, Sol," she wheezed, her chest heaving against his. "I can’t... I can’t take any more... but I want it. All of it."

"Then take it," Sol smirked.

He drove himself home, burying his length to the absolute depth. The feeling of being back inside her, surrounded by the warmth of his own seed and the velvet tightness of her walls, was almost too much for his mind to handle. He stayed there for a beat, his hips locked against hers, letting the sensation wash over him like molten lava.

After savoring enough, he slowly began to move again, but this time, he didn’t go for speed. He went for depth. He used his hands to pull her legs up and over his shoulders, opening her even further, exposing the very bottom of her soul to his every move. He began a slow, grinding rotation of his hips, ensuring that every sensitive nerve in her body was screaming his name.

"I told you," Sol whispered, leaning down to capture her lips in another fierce, saliva-heavy struggle. "Tonight, the world burns. Tonight, we just exist."

He began to pick up the pace, the wet slapping of their skin meeting becoming more frantic, more desperate. He was a vessel of meat and relentless fire. and he was far from finished with the woman who had dared to claim him. The night was still deep, and the Feline Spire was about to witness a hunger that no amount of spirit-essence could satisfy.