Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Y-you...ahhrg...demon! Of course, he wasn’t finished. The release had cleared his mind, but it hadn’t extinguished the fire. If anything, it had only stoked the coals. That was just the foreplay, the tribute. The real game... the total possession... was just about to start. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he pulled her down with him, collapsing onto the soft furs in a tangle of limbs. He arranged them spoon-fashion, molding his chest against her sweat-drenched back, fitting them together like two puzzle pieces carved from the same heat. He lay there for a while, just breathing. He nestled his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her damp skin... a mix of salt, musk, and the lingering sweetness of the wildflowers. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sheer weight of her in his arms, the way her heart rate slowly synced with his own. His hand rested possessively on her hip, his thumb tracing the curve of her bone, while his other arm wrapped tight around her waist, holding her prisoner in the most gentle way possible. It was a moment of deceptive peace. He felt the warmth radiating from her, the solid reality of her body against his. He felt the soft valley between her ass cheeks pressing against his cock. It was really intoxicating. Slowly, inevitably, the blood began to rush south again. His cock hardened against her, the recovery time non-existent in the face of such proximity. He felt her shift slightly, a small intake of breath indicating she felt his resurgence against her pussy too. Sol didn’t speak. He just began to move. It started as a subtle, rhythmic pressure. He ground himself slowly against the soft cleft of her buttocks, seeking friction in the warmth there. The sensation was maddeningly good... the slide of skin on skin, the slickness of their mingled sweat... but it wasn’t enough. He was knocking on the door, but he needed to be inside. He shifted his hips, angling himself lower. He slid down the curve of her, seeking the true source of the heat. When the tip of him brushed against her entrance, a jolt went through both of them. She was incredibly wet, her body already weeping for him, eager to be filled. The heat radiating from her was like an open oven, scorching him even through the contact. Sol groaned into her hair, his arm tightening around her waist. He didn’t thrust yet. He just lined himself up, pressing the length of his shaft against her slick opening, grinding in a slow, circular motion. The reaction was instant. She had come down from her bliss, but the contact reignited her instantly. She let out a low, needy whine and began to push back against him. She rocked her hips, grinding actively against him, seeking the friction, seeking the fullness. "Hungry?" Sol whispered against her nape, biting the sensitive skin there gently. She didn’t answer with words; she answered with her body, thrusting back against him hard, silently begging him to stop teasing and end the space between them. But Sol had no intention of complying. He wasn’t in a hurry to end this. He wanted to savor the moment, to torment her until she broke, to enjoy her slowly like a fine meal. He continued grinding his newly erect cock against her wet pussy, sliding along the slit but staying just outside, refusing to breach the gates. As his cockhead rubbed against her hot, swollen entrance, a low groan tore from his throat, and he hugged her tighter, his arm crushing her ribs against his forearm. Her back arched violently as he teased her swollen entrance, her own juices smearing like hot jungle sap across her trembling thighs. "Ahhh—," she hissed through clenched teeth, her nails digging frantically into the furs beneath her, tearing at the hide. Every grind sent electric jolts up Sol’s spine. He could feel her pussy pulsing hungrily against him, each ripple of her inner walls yearning for something to fill them. The air in the hut grew thick, suffocating with the musk of sex and sweat as she bucked harder, trying to impale herself on him. But he was cruel; he pulled back at the last second every single time. Her choked whimper was pure, intoxicating music. Outside, the distant drums echoed the rhythm of her torment. "Please," she gasped, twisting her neck to glare over her shoulder, her pupils blown black with need, swallowing the silver. "I’ll—khh—die like this..." A desperate plea escaped her mouth, while her cunt dripped its betrayal onto the furs. Sol chuckled against the damp skin of her nape, letting his teeth graze her earlobe. "Don’t worry," he whispered, the vibration running through her skull. "I’m still here. I won’t let you die so easily." He delivered a slow thrust that almost breached her... just the crown stretching her entrance before retreating instantly. She screamed, her thighs quaking eagerly, snapping shut to try and pull him in, but catching only air. Upping the game, Sol lowered his head and sank his teeth into her shoulder like a predator claiming prey. She arched with a guttural moan, her cunt convulsing against his cock. Her shoulder flesh gave under his teeth like ripe fruit, a sharp, metallic tang flooding his tongue as she arched violently... not to escape, but to present herself harder, accepting the pain as part of the pleasure. His fingers moved from her waist to maul her tits violently, squeezing the soft flesh into obscene shapes. Her nipples stabbed his palms like hot nails. She was literally sobbing now, a continuous, broken sound, while her cunt spasmed around his cock, her hot juices painting his shaft in slick betrayal. Her back bowed violently, pressing her ass harder against his throbbing cock as primal spit strung from her mouth onto the furs. "Y-you—ahhn—demon!" she wailed, her pussy visibly twitching with each cruel grind of his shaft against her weeping entrance. "A-aargh—!" she screeches, her hips pistoning backward in frantic circles, her ass cheeks slapping against his thighs with wet, rhythmic smacks. The hut reeked of sex and salt as her body betrayed her completely... her thighs glazed with her own arousal, her breath coming in broken, animal pants. The musk of her desperation clogged Sol’s throat too. Under his relentless grip, her breasts swelled, the areolas darkening like storm clouds. Outside, the tribe continued with their celebration, distant drums rumbling in time with her choked sobs, as if the world itself was bearing witness to her unraveling. Finally, he rewarded her desperation with a single, brutal inch... just enough to make her shriek and convulse, her inner walls fluttering like a dying bird around the tip of his cock. "More—!" she snarled, her voice ragged as she clawed at the furs beneath her, her ass grinding in frantic circles to take the rest of him. But he denied her. He retreated again, sliding all the way out, leaving her gaping and empty in the cold air. Her scream shook the hut’s flimsy rafters. Her body was drenched in sweat as she twisted to glare at him... her eyes wild, her lips peeled back in a snarl of pure, unadulterated frustration. "You bastard—!"