Still Not Satisfied At All
Arcia had dragged Ian into the inn room practically like a kidnapping. The moment the door slammed shut, she hurled him onto the bed with a rough whoosh!
“Ah! Wait a minute!”
Ian flailed in panic, reaching out, but Arcia’s voice was already melting with ragged breaths. “No… stay still… haa… it’s fine.”
Without hesitation, she straddled him, her red eyes gleaming like a beast’s. An insatiable hunger blazed within them.
“Arcia… wait, slow down…”
Before he could finish, she tore his shirt open with a sharp rip! Buttons popped and scattered across the floor. Her hands were frantic, greedy. The moment her fingertips grazed his chest, she buried her face in his neck, her hot lips licking and sucking at his skin with wet smacks.
“Haa… haa… Ian…”
Her breathing grew heavier, her chest heaving rapidly. Beneath her thin blouse, her hardened nipples stood out sharply. Arcia yanked down Ian’s pants with a smooth shlick, hiking up her own skirt at the same time. Her soft, scorching thighs clamped around his waist with a firm snap.
“I can’t… hold back anymore… ngh…”
With a low moan, she gripped his already stiff cock tightly in her hand. Her eyes clouded at the hot sensation. Slowly, she lowered herself, taking him inside. Schlup…
“Ngh…!”
The instant Ian swallowed a groan, Arcia slammed her hips down hard. Plung! Despite no foreplay, her pussy was already drenched.
“Aah…! So… good… haaang!”
“Haa…”
Arcia bared her teeth and began moving like a wild animal. Slap! Slap! Slap! Her hips crashed down fast and hard. The bed creaked and groaned violently beneath them. Her red hair, slick with sweat, splayed messily across Ian’s chest.
“Haa… haa… Ian… so good… so fucking good… aaang!”
Her insides clenched and sucked at him greedily—hot, tight, endlessly wet flesh rubbing him madly. She shook her hips faster, harder. Smack smack smack! The sound of flesh colliding grew louder. The long-denied pleasure made her legs tremble uncontrollably.
“Ian… Ian…! Deeper… deeper…! Ahh…! Haaang! It feels… so intense…!”
Arcia’s body began to shudder. Climax was rushing toward her too quickly. She pulled him closer, crushing their lips together in a fierce smack. Tongues tangled with wet squelches, saliva mixing as their moans blended into one.
“Aaaah…! I’m… gonna cum…! Ian… I… I’m already…!”
Her walls spasmed, squeezing him brutally tight. After weeks without him, his size and heat pushed her right to the edge. With final, savage slams—plung plung plung!—Arcia cried out, “Aaaaang────!!”
Hot fluids gushed from her, soaking Ian in a messy flood.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
Arcia panted heavily, burying her still-quivering face in his chest. The aftershocks of her long-awaited orgasm were so intense that tears welled in her eyes.
“Haa… Arcia…”
Ian gently stroked her sweat-slicked back as he murmured her name. Still catching her breath, she whispered hotly into his ear.
“...We’re not done yet. I’m nowhere near satisfied.”
And with that, she began moving her hips again, slowly at first. Snap! Arcia seized Ian’s wrists and pinned them to the bed with crushing force, her nails digging into his skin as if she’d never let him go again. The instinct to claim him forever, after so long apart, consumed her.
“A… Arcia… it hurts…”
Ian winced, his arms throbbing as he tugged against her grip, but Arcia only twisted her lips into a darker, more dangerous smile.
“Endure it… tonight…”
Slap… slap… slap… She started slamming down even rougher, faster, deeper than before. Fresh from her orgasm, her pussy clenched around him hotter and more sensitive than ever.
“Aa… ahh…! Too… intense… haaang…!”
Caught between the sharp pain in his arms and the overwhelming pleasure below, Ian twisted beneath her. But pinned utterly by her thighs and hands, escape was impossible. He was being utterly dominated, ravaged like prey.
Arcia’s breaths grew ragged, her voice laced with apology and endless craving. She pressed his arms harder, shaking her hips wildly. Smack! Smack! Smack! The rhythm accelerated, the bed screeching in protest.
“Ian… Ian…! Fuck me… deeper… ahh…!”
“Hngh…!”
Ian was nearing his limit too. Pain and ecstasy blurred his mind white. Gasping under the suffocating pleasure, he moaned her name.
“Arcia… I… I’m gonna cum…!”
Her eyes widened at his words, and she pistoned her hips even more frantically. Sweat-soaked red strands whipped across his chest. His warmth and impending release drove her over the edge again.
“Together… cum with me…! Ian… I’m… cumming again…!”
Her walls convulsed, milking him fiercely. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! With a final mad plunge, Arcia screamed, “Aaaaang────!!”
“Nngh… Arcia…!”
They climaxed almost simultaneously. Her body shook violently as hot juices overflowed in messy spurts, while Ian erupted deep inside her with forceful jets.
“Haa… haa… Ian… I love you…”
Still pinning his arms, Arcia trembled through the lingering waves, her pussy squeezing every last drop from him.
“I… love you too…”
Ian whispered weakly, going limp beneath her. Arcia leaned down for soft kisses—smack… smack…—then slowly lifted her head. Panting, sweat-drenched, she gazed down at him. Ian stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in the afterglow.
Arcia watched him intently from above, then called his name in a low, gentle voice.
“Ian…”
“Hm…?”
He responded faintly. After steadying her breath, she said quietly,
“I heard everything… from Shiro.”
Ian flinched. Her name hit like a gut punch, his heart sinking.
“W-what… story?”
His voice cracked despite himself. Sure, he’d held Shiro every night, but it was just to calm her. At least… that’s what he wanted to believe.
Arcia’s red eyes bored into him, as if she knew everything. She still held his hands pinned.
Gulp. Ian swallowed dryly, tense.
“My Ian…”
Thankfully, her tone remained soft. She released his hands slowly, lowering herself to drape carefully over him. Her hot breasts pressed against his chest; sweat-slick skin melded together.
“You must’ve… been so scared, right?”
“Ah…”
Only then did he realize what she meant—Maritia. Hugging her back, he whispered,
“I-it’s… fine. Even if it failed… I knew you’d come save me.”
Arcia’s eyes lowered slightly. She hugged him tighter, breathing warmly into his ear.
“Yeah… no matter what… no matter where… I’ll come get you.”
“Mhm… that’s why I wasn’t scared…”
Ian trailed off, suddenly shy. In her arms, feeling her warmth, a deep reassurance washed over him—that everything would be okay.
But Arcia’s voice dipped lower.
“But…”
She continued slowly. A subtle edge sharpened her once-soft tone.
“Nothing… else happened?”
“S-something… else?”
Ian’s heart plummeted. Guilt made him stammer.
“N-no… nothing…”
“Hmmm.”
Arcia hummed lowly, mockingly, as she sat up. Her red gaze grew heavier, pinning him. Ian averted his eyes, unable to meet them.
“Really?”
“Y-yeah… really…”
His voice shrank. His fingertips trembled faintly.
Arcia stared for a moment, then murmured coldly,
“...This won’t do.”
She turned her head slightly toward the door and said clearly,
“Come in.”
With those words, the inn’s creaky door groaned open—creeeak—slowly, agonizingly slow. Dim lantern light from the hall stretched long shadows into the room.
“W-what…?”
Ian jolted, trying to sit up, but Arcia’s hand pressed his chest down firmly, nailing him to the bed. Her strength hadn’t waned; she had no intention of letting go.
“Stay put.”
Her voice was low and firm. Still straddling him, she fixed her gaze on the opening door.
It widened further, inch by inch, without pause. A shadow began to stretch into the room.
Ian’s heart raced. Arcia’s red eyes gleamed coldly; a faint, chilling smile played on her lips.
The sweet air of their reunion thickened with unknown tension.