Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2139

[Bonus chapter thanks to the fucking degenerate Chrono]

A soft moan left Cassarae's lips, one that echoed in Sylas' ears like the end of the world. There was nothing she wanted more than for it to be inside of her. But… she felt that it would be so much better if she waited.

The Duchess was yanked up off the floor by her neck and thrown onto the bed, her face practically vanishing in the softness as a palm nearly larger than her head pressed it down.

Sylas had no idea what Cassarae had done to the Duchess inside the bathroom, but as her ass arched and her lips hung high in the air, the delicate pink folds slowly separated to reveal a pulsing hole lined with dripping liquid.

The cold defiance was still on her face, but her body was speaking a very different tune. Especially when it shuddered after he pressed against her entrance just the slightest bit.

Sylas didn't move, displaying the patience of a saint. He knew what his wife wanted, and it wasn't a man who lost himself to the lust of another woman.

He reached to the side, catching Cassarae off guard as he gripped onto her neck. He pulled his wife forward, taking her lips.

Cassarae melted as the echo of a smack filled the air.

The outline of a red palm pulsed on the Duchess' ass. She shook from head to toe, her body involuntarily shifting back the slightest bit.

She convulsed as she slid back onto Sylas.

Cassarae melted into the kiss for exactly as long as she wanted to, which wasn't long at all.

She pulled back, licked her lips, and looked down at the Duchess, her body shaking as she felt Sylas' hands slide down between her cheeks. Just when it seemed he would slide against her own moistness, he rounded away, feeling the curve of her ass through her silky robes.

Cassarae shuddered with anticipation, her eyes light with lust as she grabbed a handful of the Duchess' hair.

"Look at that," she said. "All that pride and you're dripping on my husband's sheets."

The Duchess said nothing. Her jaw was tight. Her eyes were fixed on a blank space ahead, but her hips were quivering. Sylas' length was barely halfway inside of her, and every twitch seemed to fill her more, but she refused to make the slightest sound.

This time, Sylas' Lust Seed wasn't active, it wasn't overwhelming her, she wouldn't allow her pride to be struck down so easily.

Cassarae's grip tightened and she yanked her further back. The Duchess' soft skin pressed and deformed against Sylas' hips.

No matter how hard she fought it, the moan left her beside herself, her lower belly bulging with the mass.

The Duchess' composure fractured. It didn't shatter, she was too proud for that, too built from whatever iron the blood that ran through her was made of. But the edges of it went jagged nonetheless. The sounds she made were small and furious, like she was angry at her own body for producing them. And yet, her hips moved despite herself, face pressing harder into the mattress as though in some vain attempt to escape.

And then Sylas pulled back. His hips swayed, feeling for her most sensitive corners before he drove back in.

Cassarae's eyes turned misty, her grip over her own breasts strengthening to the point she may very well have left a mark on herself.

"Fight more," she said softly, working the knot of the robe loose. Her breasts swayed free, the fabric caressing against her lower lips and giving her just the barest satisfaction. "You're so proud, aren't you?"

She let the robe slide off her other shoulder, exposing the plumpness of her other breast.

Sylas couldn't help it. His free hand moved to her waist and pulled her back against him, feeling the softness of her chest against his. His hips moved faster and the Duchess' eyes suddenly rolled back.

Whatever Cassarae meant to say was derailed entirely for a moment. She recovered, if barely. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Don't distract me," she managed. "I'm letting a bitch know her place. She can borrow my cock, but she needs to know that it's mine."

"You talk too much," Sylas said, grabbing her ass so firmly her toes curled and a drop of clear liquid glided down her thighs.