I Shall Cuck Everyone-Chapter 423: Second Time With Zunda

"You're so beautiful," Jake murmured, his voice low and rough, edged with lust. He slid her panties down, the fabric catching briefly before falling away. Guiding her onto her knees, he positioned himself behind her, his hands firm on her hips. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he slid his dick into her pussy, the sensation overwhelming.

Zunda moaned, her voice rising as Jake set a steady, unrelenting rhythm. The bed creaked in time with their movements, the sound blending with their ragged breaths. Her fingers gripped the sheets, knuckles paling as pleasure built within her. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Jake leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear, whispering dirty words into her ears. The intensity surged, a tightening coil of heat, until Zunda's moans broke into a cry, her body shuddering as she experienced heavy orgasm. Jake followed moments later, a low groan escaping as he found his own climax. They collapsed onto the bed, their limbs entwined, and their chests heaving. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and intimacy, the candle's flame dancing as if in quiet celebration.

Zunda lay on her side, her dark hair fanning across the pillow. Jake traced gentle circles on her hip, his touch now soft, almost reverent.

"How's your research going?" he asked, his voice still husky but genuinely curious.

Zunda stretched, a contented sigh escaping. "It's exciting. Me and my team are creating a Mecha completely different from anything out there. It is lightweight, and responsive like actual limbs of the operator. But they're only prototypes." Her brow furrowed. "We need funding to refine them, to test them properly. Without it, they're just concepts."

Jake's eyes widened, his surprise etched on his face. "You're telling me they haven't given you funding yet? For something that innovative?" He shook his head, incredulous. "That's unacceptable. You'll get what you need, Zunda. I'll make sure of it."

She smiled, a mix of gratitude and amusement. "You don't have to do all that. I believe they are trying to see what I have in store first."

"I'm just making sure brilliance gets its chance. Besides, they don't tell me what to do. I hired them."

The moment hung between them, warm and easy, until Jake swung his legs off the bed. "I need a bath," he said, standing and stretching, his muscles shifting under his skin. Zunda watched him, then slid off the bed, her movements graceful despite the faint ache in her body.

"I'm washing you," she announced, a playful glint in her eyes.

Jake paused, turning to her. "Are you serious?"

"Completely." She smirked, brushing past him toward the bathroom. "Come on."

The bathroom was small but inviting, its tiles gleaming under the soft light. The tub filled quickly, steam rising as Zunda added a splash of lavender-scented oil. Jake stepped into the warm water, sinking down with a sigh of relief. Zunda knelt behind him, her hands finding his shoulders. Her fingers pressed into the taut muscles, kneading with steady pressure. The tension in Jake's body began to unravel, his head tipping back as her thumbs worked circles along his spine.

"Enjoying this?" she asked, her tone teasing as she leaned close, her breath warm against his ear.

"Absolutely," he murmured, eyes half-closed. "You're going to ruin me, you know."

"Good," she replied, her hands sliding lower, massaging his back with slow, careful strokes. "You could use a little pampering."

Jake chuckled, the sound echoing in the steam-filled room. "Keep this up, and I'm never leaving."

Zunda's laughter rang out, bright and unguarded. She splashed water over his shoulders, watching it stream down his skin. The moment felt intimate in a new way—less about passion and more about connection, a quiet bond woven into their shared silence. She reached for a sponge, lathering it with soap, and began scrubbing his back, her touch gentle but thorough. Jake sighed, his body sinking deeper into the tub.

As the water cooled, Zunda rested her chin on his shoulder, her arms loosely draped around him. "Do you really think you can get the funding?" she asked, her voice softer, almost hesitant.

Jake turned his head, meeting her gaze. "I don't make promises I can't keep. You'll get it. And when those mechs are out there changing everything, I'll brag that I knew you first."

She smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his temple. "You're ridiculous."

"And you like it," he teased, grinning.

After bathing and sharing a quiet moment with Zunda, Jake got dressed and left her flat. The underground corridors of the fortress buzzed faintly with activity—low murmurs, the soft clink of tools against metal, distant echoes of wendigos going about their business. Jake walked with calm confidence, his thoughts already shifting gears. He needed to find Amber.

It didn't take long. As he turned a corner, he spotted her standing near one of the reinforced alloy walls, arms crossed, speaking to Zunda's meek assistant, Agnes. The girl's shoulders were hunched, her gaze flicking nervously between the floor and Amber's stern face. Whatever they had discussed, it ended the moment Jake approached.

"We're heading out," Jake said, his voice even but authoritative.

Agnes gave a polite nod. "I-I'll take my leave then," she mumbled, bowing slightly before quickly hurrying off, her pale face flushed.

Jake glanced at Amber. "Let's go."

Together, they retraced their steps through the dim tunnel. As they reached the large plain where they had descended earlier, Jake once again placed his palm on the designated spot on the ground. The earth responded with a low rumble, and the floor split open to elevate them slowly to the surface.

The sun was just beginning its descent, casting a golden hue over the barren plains. Dust danced in the air as the wind swept softly across the open field.

Amber glanced sideways at him, raising a brow. "Enjoyed yourself huh?"

Jake grinned, brushing his fingers through his damp hair. "Over-enjoyed," he said with a laugh. "Might've drained a bit of energy."

Amber rolled her eyes, but a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

Without another word, Jake shot into the sky with a burst of energy, the wind roaring past his ears. Amber followed close behind, their figures cutting through the air like twin comets.

They soon arrived at the heart of the city—the royal palace loomed with its sharp towers and neat carved walls. Jake landed smoothly on the stone pathway outside the entrance.

"Here," Jake said, handing Amber a purse of money. "Check out the city. Buy something for yourself."

Amber snorted, then took off again.

Jake entered the palace alone, heading straight for the king's chamber. As expected, Zamira was there, bent over a stack of documents. The moment she saw him, she stood abruptly, her eyes lighting up, and then rushed toward him without hesitation.