Overlord Tamer: All My Pet Monsters Have God Potential
Chapter 190: The Poison (4)

Chapter 190: The Poison (4)

As she turned away, John’s gaze lingered on her, the images from the dream flooding back unbidden. The hunger stirred within him, low and insistent, a fire that refused to be extinguished. He clenched his fists, the nails biting into his palms as he fought to suppress it, but the battle felt futile. The way her hips swayed as she moved, the curve of her neck, the scent of her—everything about her felt amplified, intoxicating. He closed his eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, but they only grew more vivid.

She returned with the canteen, her smile gentle as she handed it to him. "Here," she said, her voice soft. "Drink." He took it, their fingers brushing for the briefest moment, and the contact sent a jolt through him. He quickly averted his gaze, shame washing over him like a cold wave. He drank deeply, the cool water soothing his parched throat, but it did nothing to quench the deeper thirst that gnawed at him. He handed the canteen back, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thanks."

Yuna studied him, her expression unreadable but her eyes searching. "John," she began, her voice hesitant, "is there something you’re not telling me?" He flinched, his heart pounding harder, the weight of her gaze pressing down on him. He couldn’t tell her, not about the poison, not about the hunger that was eating him alive. He shook his head, forcing a weak smile. "No, I’m fine. Just tired." He pulled the blanket tighter around him, as if it could shield her from the truth.

She hesitated, her hand hovering over his arm for a moment before she withdrew it. "Okay," she said softly, though the worry in her eyes didn’t fade. She stood, her movements graceful even in the cramped space of the tent, and turned to leave. "Get some rest, John. I’ll be right outside if you need me."

As the flap of the tent fell closed behind her, he let out a shaky breath, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself together. The hunger was still there, simmering just beneath the surface, waiting for the chance to rise again. He knew it wouldn’t be long before it did. He lay back down, his muscles aching, his mind racing. The wind outside had picked up again, the howling a constant reminder of the dangers lurking in the dark. He closed his eyes, hoping for a reprieve, but the dream was already pulling him back in, dragging him under like a riptide.

Her pink hair cascaded down his chest, a waterfall of silk that tickled his skin. But this wasn’t the Yuna he knew. Her eyes were blazing, pupils dilated, and her mouth curved into a predatory smirk. "You want me, don’t you, John?" she purred, her voice husky and unfamiliar. She ground her hips against his, and he could feel the heat radiating from her core, burning through the thin fabric of his clothes. His hands twitched at his sides, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer.

He tried to speak, to tell her to stop, but the words caught in his throat. The hunger roared louder, drowning out all reason. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as she leaned down and bit his neck, hard. A jolt of pure, raw pleasure shot through him, and he groaned, his body arching beneath her. She laughed, a throaty, triumphant sound that sent shivers down his spine.

"That’s it, John," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Give in to it. Let it consume you." She pulled away slightly, her eyes locking with his, and he saw a reflection of his own desire staring back at him. He was lost, completely and utterly lost. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, tearing them open in her haste. The cool air hit his skin, but it did nothing to quench the fire raging within him.

She pushed the fabric aside, her gaze devouring him as she ran her hands over his chest, teasing his nipples until they were hard and aching. He reached for her, his hands grasping her hips, pulling her closer. She moaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through his body. He could feel her wetness seeping through her clothes, and the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, driving him wild.

She shifted her weight, and he felt the hard ridge of her clit pressing against his groin. He bucked against her, desperate for release, and she laughed again, a sound that was both cruel and intoxicating. "Patience, John," she whispered. "We have all night." She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth, tasting him, possessing him. He kissed her back with a ferocity he didn’t know he possessed, his teeth nipping at her lips, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve and crevice.

She pulled away, gasping for breath, her eyes glazed with lust. "Take me, John," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Take me now." He didn’t need to be told twice. He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, his weight pressing her into the cot. He tore at her clothes, ripping them apart until she was naked beneath him, her skin glowing in the dim light of the tent. He stared at her, his eyes drinking in every inch of her body, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the dark triangle between her legs.

He lowered his head and began to suckle at her breasts, his tongue teasing her nipples until she cried out. He moved lower, his lips trailing down her stomach, his fingers parting her folds, finding her clit. She arched her back, her hips bucking against his hand as he began to lick and suck, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She screamed, her body convulsing as she orgasmed, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He didn’t stop, continuing to pleasure her until she was limp and breathless beneath him.

He pulled away, his own desire reaching a fever pitch. He reached down and pulled off his pants, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her wetness, and she gasped, her eyes widening with anticipation. He pushed inside her, slowly at first, stretching her, filling her. She moaned, her nails digging into his back as he thrust deeper, harder. He was lost in the sensation, the feel of her body wrapped around his, the heat, the friction, the pure, unadulterated pleasure.

He pumped into her, faster and faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She screamed his name, her body shaking with each thrust. He felt himself getting closer, the pressure building, building, building until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He exploded inside her, his body convulsing as he emptied his seed into her womb. He collapsed on top of her, his heart pounding, his body slick with sweat. The dream faded, leaving him gasping for breath, the hunger temporarily sated, but the knowledge that it would return, stronger than ever, hanging over him like a dark cloud.

John woke with a start, his body drenched in sweat, his heart racing. The tent was silent except for the sound of his ragged breathing. He glanced around, half-expecting to see Yuna lying beside him, but he was alone. The reality of what had just happened hit him like a punch to the gut. It was just a dream, he told himself, but the hunger still lingered, a dull ache in the pit of his stomach. He knew it wouldn’t be long before it consumed him again.