I Got Reincarnated As The Ntr Protagonist In An Online Game
Chapter 75: Milking All My Semen

Chapter 75: Milking All My Semen

The room seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them in a world of pure sensation. Her moans blended with his, creating a harmony of desire. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the intensity of their connection driving them both closer to the edge.

"Don’t stop," he gasped, his voice raw with need. She didn’t. Her movements became more frantic, her grip on his hips tightening. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave crashing over them both.

Her nails dug into his skin, leaving marks that only heightened the intensity. "So close," she panted, her breath hot against his neck. Her body tensed, her movements becoming erratic as she neared her peak. He could feel her trembling against him, her moans growing louder.

With a final, powerful thrust, she cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure. He followed her over the edge, the release washing over him like a crashing wave. Their bodies shuddered together, the force of their climax leaving them breathless and trembling.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still connected, their breathing slowly returning to normal. She leaned forward, her forehead resting against his back, her hands still gripping his hips. "That was incredible," she whispered, her voice soft and filled with satisfaction.

He chuckled, the sound low and throaty. "Oh, I wouldn’t dare."

Her smile turned wicked, her hand sliding down his chest and stomach, stopping just short of where he wanted her most. "Good," she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Because I have so many more ideas I want to try."

Helen’s voice was a sultry whisper, her breath warm against his ear. "Turn around," she commanded. The room felt charged, the air thick with anticipation. The soft glow of the lamp cast shadows on the walls, creating an intimate canvas for their exploration. His heart raced as he obeyed, his body responding to her every word.

She stepped back, her eyes roaming over his form with a hunger that made his skin heat. Her fingers traced the curve of his back, her touch feather-light but electric. He shivered, a low groan escaping his lips.

"On your knees," she said, her voice firm but laced with a sweetness that made the command irresistible. He lowered himself slowly, the coolness of the floor beneath him contrasting with the fire burning inside.

Helen positioned herself behind him, her hands resting on his hips, steadying him. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his shoulder. "You’re so perfect like this," she murmured, her voice dripping with desire. Her hands moved to his thighs, squeezing lightly as she adjusted her stance.

"Ready?" she asked, her tone teasing yet full of intent.

He nodded, his breath coming in short bursts. "Always."

Her grin was audible as she positioned herself, the heat of her body pressing against his. He felt her hands grip his hips tighter, pulling him closer. The first touch of her against him sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. He arched his back instinctively, craving more.

"Good boy," she whispered, her voice a mix of approval and encouragement. She moved slowly at first, savoring every sensation. The sound of their breathing mingled with the soft rustle of skin against skin. Each thrust was deliberate, a symphony of pleasure building between them.

His hands clenched into fists, the tension in his body growing with every movement. She leaned forward, her chest pressing against his back, her lips finding his ear. "You feel amazing," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. Her pace quickened, the rhythm becoming more urgent.

The room seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them in a world of pure sensation. Her moans blended with his, creating a harmony of desire. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the intensity of their connection driving them both closer to the edge.

"Don’t stop," he gasped, his voice raw with need. She didn’t. Her movements became more frantic, her grip on his hips tightening. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave crashing over them both.

Her nails dug into his skin, leaving marks that only heightened the intensity. "So close," she panted, her breath hot against his neck. Her body tensed, her movements becoming erratic as she neared her peak. He could feel her trembling against him, her moans growing louder.

With a final, powerful thrust, she cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure. He followed her over the edge, the release washing over him like a crashing wave. Their bodies shuddered together, the force of their climax leaving them breathless and trembling.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still connected, their breathing slowly returning to normal. She leaned forward, her forehead resting against his back, her hands still gripping his hips. "That was incredible," she whispered, her voice soft and filled with satisfaction.

He turned his head slightly, catching her eye. "You’re incredible," he replied, his voice husky with emotion. She smiled, the kind of smile that made his heart skip a beat. "I’m not done with you yet," she teased, her fingers brushing against his skin.

"Oh?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. She leaned in closer, her lips grazing his ear. "Not even close," she whispered, her voice dripping with promise.

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Hours passed in a blur of tangled limbs, whispered words, and shared pleasure. Junior’s body felt drained, his muscles aching with exhaustion, but Helen showed no signs of slowing down. She was on top of him, her hips grinding against him in a way that left him breathless. He had dozed off at some point, only to wake up to the sensation of her moving above him, her body hot and slick against his.

"Helen," he murmured, his voice groggy. "How many times have we done it?"

She smiled down at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Thirty... forty... I don’t know," she admitted, her voice light with laughter. "I’ve lost count."

Junior’s mind rang with alarm. He may have infinite stamina, but that wouldn’t help him recover his sperm. He felt a chill run down his spine as he realized the danger he was in. "Helen, let’s stop for now," he pleaded, his voice weak with desperation. "If we continue, I may die."

But his words fell on deaf ears. Helen continued to ride him, her movements growing more frantic, as if she had been completely consumed by sex. Junior’s body responded despite his exhaustion, the heat of her pushing him closer to the edge. He could feel the tension building inside him, the inevitable climax approaching with terrifying speed.

"Helen, please," he begged, his voice breaking. But she didn’t stop. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him on. "Just a little more," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea.

And then it happened. Junior’s body tensed, his release surging through him with a force that left him gasping for air. Helen moaned above him, her body trembling with the force of her own climax. She stayed there for a moment, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, before slowly sliding off him.

Junior watched in stunned silence as she leaned down, her lips closing around him. She licked him clean, her tongue running along his sensitive skin, lapping up every last drop of his release. When she pulled back, her lips curved into a wicked smile. "Let’s make it stand again," she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Junior’s heart raced with fear. He knew that if he let her continue, the next time he came, it might very well kill him. His mind raced, searching for a way out. And then he remembered the skill he had learned from Emma. Without a second thought, he activated it, his body moving with incredible speed.

In the blink of an eye, he was on his feet, racing toward the door. He slammed it shut behind him, his chest heaving as he leaned against it, trying to catch his breath.

"Junior!" Helen’s voice called from the other side of the door, her tone filled with frustration and longing. He could hear her trying to get up, but the pain in her body stopped her. "Junior, come back!" she pleaded, her voice breaking.

He closed his eyes, his heart aching at the sound of her voice. "I’m sorry, Helen," he whispered, his voice filled with regret. "But if I don’t run from you, I’ll die."

He started to walk back to his room, his body feeling heavy with exhaustion. As he walked, he couldn’t help but glance back at the closed door, his mind filled with conflicting emotions. He waved goodbye, knowing that he had no choice but to leave her behind, even if it broke his heart.

"Junior..." he heard her voice one last time, soft and pleading, as he turned the corner and disappeared down the hallway.

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