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.

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