KamiKowa: That Time I Got Transmigrated With A Broken Goddess
Chapter 112: [112] Coming Down (R-18)

Chapter 112: [112] Coming Down (R-18)

Xavier’s hands tightened around Naomi’s waist, the thin fabric of her nightgown crumpling under his grip. Her lips parted in a breathy inhale as he rolled them over, straw mattress crackling beneath their combined weight. The candle on the bedside table guttered, casting erratic shadows across her startled face.

"Think you’re in charge now?" Her knee pressed against his hip, a half-hearted resistance betrayed by the hitch in her voice.

He caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. "You want to fight me? Here? Now?" His mouth hovered above hers, breath mingling in the cold air. "Or do you want me to show you what heaven feels like?"

Her throat worked as she swallowed. "Wouldn’t be much of a challenge if I just—"

The rest dissolved into a gasp as he sealed his mouth over hers, swallowing her words. Her hips arched instinctively, the heat between her legs pressing against his thigh through dampening fabric. Xavier drank in every whimper, every shiver as his free hand slid down her side, calloused fingers catching on the nightgown’s hem.

"Still talking," he murmured against her lips, tugging the linen upward. "Might need to fix that."

The garment caught under her arms, revealing breasts pebbled from cold and anticipation. Naomi’s breath hitched as cold air brushed exposed skin, her nipples hardening further when Xavier blew gently across them.

"Fuck you," she breathed, squirming in his grip. The defiance rang hollow, undercut by the way her legs fell open wider.

Xavier’s teeth grazed the junction of her neck and shoulder. "Language, Naomi." He bit down, drawing a startled cry that melted into a moan. He soothed the mark with his tongue, tasting salt and the faint metallic tang that made his pulse thrum. "Unless you want the whole block hearing how loud I can make you scream?"

Her wrists twisted uselessly in his grip. "You wouldn’t—"

The rest became a choked whine as his mouth closed over her right breast. Her back arched off the mattress. Xavier worked her with lips and tongue and careful nips, relishing the way her breath came in shallow gasps. His free hand slid lower, fingertips brushing the damp patch spreading through her underclothes.

"Already this wet?" He lifted his head, watching her chest flush pink. "And here I thought you wanted to play hard to get."

Naomi bared her teeth, the effect ruined by her trembling lower lip. "Maybe I’m just—ah!"

His fingers dipped beneath, finding her soaked and swollen. Xavier hummed approval against her sternum, tracing circles that made her thighs clamp around his hand. "Maybe you’ve been thinking about this since the ferry. Since I pinned those bastards in the parking garage. Since you first saw me walk into class with Calypso."

The name slipped out unintended. Naomi froze, a flicker of something raw flashing through smoke-gray eyes. Xavier cursed inwardly, covering the misstep by dragging his teeth along her ribs. Her gasp sounded more surprised than pained, nails digging into his shoulder blades as he worked his way downward.

"Focus," he growled, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her navel. The muscles beneath twitched, her stomach quivering as he hooked fingers into the last barrier of fabric. "Eyes on me, Naomi. No one else exists tonight."

The underclothes tore with a satisfying rip. She made a sound between outrage and arousal as he tossed the shredded linen aside. Xavier paused, drinking in the sight—legs splayed in invitation, glistening folds parted like some forbidden bloom.

"Beautiful." The word left him before he could bite it back, raw sincerity thickening his voice. "Fuck, look at you."

"If you’re just going to stare—"

He silenced her with a lick from perineum to clit. Her hips jerked, a sharp cry bouncing off the rafters as he settled between her legs. Xavier gripped her thighs, pushing them wider as he explored every fold and crease. Her taste burst across his tongue—sweet with a citrus tang that made him groan.

"X-Xavier!" Her hands flew to his hair, tugging hard enough to sting.

He answered by sucking her clit into his mouth, swirling the tip of his tongue in tight circles. Her thighs trembled, the muscles in her stomach clenching as she rode his face. Xavier slid two fingers inside, crooking them upward to stroke that sweet spot as he increased pressure.

The change came suddenly—her breath catching, back bowing off the mattress. Xavier glanced up through his lashes, watching her face contort in ecstasy. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, lips parted around silent pleas. He redoubled his efforts, adding a third finger while thumbing her swollen nub.

Naomi’s scream shattered the quiet. Her hips stuttered, warmth gushing across his chin as her body convulsed. Xavier held her through it, gentling his movements until she collapsed boneless against the furs. Her chest heaved, purple strands plastered to sweat-dampened skin.

"Round one," he murmured, wiping his face with the back of his hand. Her essence glistened on his skin, scent clinging to his beard. "Think you can handle more?"

Her laugh came out breathless, shaky. "You’re... insatiable."

Xavier crawled up her body, trailing kisses along trembling thighs. "You have no idea." He paused at the mark on her neck, laving it with his tongue.

Naomi’s fingers traced the shell of his ear, touch softer than expected. "Prove it."

The challenge lit a fire in his gut. Xavier captured her mouth, letting her taste herself on his lips. Her moan vibrated through him as he positioned himself at her entrance, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

"Remember," he growled against her lips, pushing in achingly slow. "You asked for this."

Xavier’s weight pressed Naomi deeper into the straw mattress, her thighs trembling where they bracketed his hips. Her sharp inhale became a fractured moan as he pushed forward relentlessly, the burning stretch drawing tears from eyes gone glassy with overwhelmed pleasure.

"Christ Almighty—" Her nails scored red tracks across his shoulders as her head thrashed against the furs. "You’re splitting me in half!"

Xavier paused, sweat beading along the corded muscles of his neck. A smirk tugged at lips still glistening with her essence. "Need me to prep you more?" His thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles that made her back arch. "Already dripping down my thighs, but we can—"

"Don’t you dare stop!" Her hips jerked, forcing another brutal inch. "F-fuck the ego and move!"

Chuckling darkly, Xavier captured her wrists again, pinning them above her head. "You wanted challenge." He withdrew slowly, watching her body cling desperately to his length. "Now take your prize."

Naomi’s protest died in a shattered scream as he slammed home. The crude bedframe groaned in time with her cries, each ruthless thrust carving her open anew. Xavier’s breath grew ragged against her throat, teeth scraping along the pounding pulse as he angled deeper.

"Look at you," he growled, reveling in the obscene glide of their joined bodies. "Tighter than a virgin but taking it like my personal cumslut."

"Go to—hnngh!—hell!" Her retort dissolved into breathless whimpers, toes curling against the small of his back. The initial burn had given way to molten fullness.

Xavier’s rhythm stuttered as her walls clenched unexpectedly. "Fuck, trying to milk me already?" His free hand slipped between them, thumb pressing on her clit that shattered her fragile control. "Come around my cock. Now."

Naomi’s vision whited out as convulsions racked her frame, nails drawing blood from his shoulders as she screamed his name. Xavier rode her through the storm, relentless even as her oversensitive flesh quivered in protest.

"Again." He sucked on her right breast, the jolt extending her climax. "Give me another."

She couldn’t. Her body arched violently as he proved her wrong. Some distant part of her mind registered this wasn’t normal—no human man could maintain this pace, this impossible stamina. The realization faded beneath another devastating thrust.

"X-Xavi—"

"Eyes on me." He caught her chin, forcing her bleary gaze to meet his smoldering stare. "Watch what you do to me."

Her breath hitched at the raw hunger in those dark eyes—not just lust, but something feral that felt like a beast. Was this... the real Xavier he’s been suppressing?

The mattress straw crackled like kindling beneath them. Naomi’s thighs burned from strain, her hoarse cries mingling with the rhythmic slap of flesh. Xavier’s control frayed with each pass, his growls deepening as he neared release.

"Gonna fill you up," he rasped against her sweat-slicked throat. "Mark what’s mine."

The possessive claim should’ve chilled her. Instead, it stoked some primal ember in her core. Her legs locked around his waist, heels digging into taut muscle as she forced him deeper. "Do it. Prove you’re more than talk."

His snarl vibrated through her bones. One final thrust seated him to the hilt, his release flooding her in pulsing waves. Naomi’s scream echoed off the rafters as her fourth climax tore through her, body seizing around him in rhythmic convulsions that drew every last drop.

Silence fell broken only by ragged breathing. Xavier collapsed atop her, their sweat-slicked chests heaving in unison.

"Still... think... I’m all talk?"

Naomi’s laugh came out a broken wheeze. "Proved... nothing..." She twitched as he withdrew, sore muscles protesting the sudden emptiness. "...Water."

He returned with a clay cup, watching intently as she drank. Moonlight through the shutter slats painted silver stripes across her ravaged body—bite marks blooming along tanned thighs, fingernail crescents on swollen breasts, the glisten of their combined release trailing down trembling legs.

"Still with me?" He brushed damp purple strands from her face.

"Barely." She caught his wrist, pressing a kiss to his palm. The gesture held unexpected tenderness.

Xavier’s thumb traced her kiss-swollen lips. "We’ll need to work on your endurance for next time."

"Oh really?" Her teeth grazed his thumb, gray eyes glinting with renewed challenge. "Round two?"