The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85: 85 | Bed Soaked, Blame Assigned, and Other Forms of Aftercare

I felt her pussy clench around me like a fist, rippling in waves as she came. Her back arched off the bed, her eyes rolling back. The sound that tore from her throat wasn’t a scream or a moan – it was primal, something between a howl and a sob.

"LUKAS—!"

Little pops of energy sparked from her fingertips where they dug into my shoulders. Not enough to hurt, just small amber explosions against my skin that matched the rhythm of her orgasm. Her Aspect slipping out of control as she lost herself completely.

"Fuck!" I groaned, the sensation of her pulsing around me too much to handle.

Her walls gripped me in spasms, squeezing so tight it was almost painful. Each contraction milked my cock like she was designed specifically for this purpose – for me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I buried myself to the hilt, my vision going white at the edges as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

"Sloane," I panted, emptying myself inside her. "Holy shit, Sloane."

Her legs wouldn’t stop shaking. They trembled uncontrollably around my waist, her thighs quivering with aftershocks. Her whole body convulsed beneath mine, little sparks still popping from her fingers against my back.

The Oracle Feed notified me her Temptation Gauge had jumped to eighty-four percent. I dismissed it without reading the details. I didn’t need a system to tell me what I already knew – we’d crossed a threshold here, and there was no going back.

She whimpered something unintelligible, her eyes still closed, face slack with pleasure. I leaned down to kiss her softly, swallowing her little sounds as her body continued to tremble.

"You okay?" I murmured against her lips.

"Mmm," she managed, not quite words yet. Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused and dazed.

I kissed her again, gently this time. Sweet, almost chaste compared to what we’d just done. She responded sluggishly, her lips moving against mine like she was drunk. I trailed kisses across her cheek, down her jaw, along her throat, feeling her pulse hammer against my lips.

"That was..." She trailed off, still catching her breath.

"Yeah," I agreed, knowing exactly what she meant.

I shifted my weight, preparing to pull out, when I realized something was off. The sheets beneath us were soaked. Not just damp – absolutely drenched. I looked down between our bodies and saw that Sloane had squirted during her orgasm. The sheets were soaked with her release, clear fluid pooled beneath her hips.

Her eyes followed mine, widening in horror when she realized what had happened.

"Did I just—" She cut herself off, face going from flushed pink to scarlet. "Oh my god, I think I peed! I’m so sorry!"

I couldn’t help it. I laughed.

"Lukas!" She smacked my chest, mortified. "This isn’t funny! Get off me!"

"Relax," I said, still chuckling as I carefully pulled out of her. "You didn’t pee. You squirted. It’s totally different."

"I what?" Her voice was small, confused.

"Squirted. It happens sometimes when a girl comes really hard." I grabbed a towel from her desk chair and passed it to her. "It’s basically just proof that I did my job right."

She snatched the towel from my hands, pressing it between her legs with a grimace. "That’s a real thing? I thought that was just in porn!"

"Very real." I stretched, feeling pleasantly loose-limbed and heavy. "And pretty hot, honestly."

Her face cycled through emotions faster than I could track them – embarrassment gave way to confusion, then horror, then anger. Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"This is your fault!" she accused, jabbing a finger at my chest. "If you hadn’t—if you didn’t—"

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