Chapter 393: Far from over R+18

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Chapter 393: Far from over R+18 Noah’s body trembled in the restraints, muscles twitching as the last waves of denied pleasure rolled off him like shivers. His cock was a throbbing monument to restraint, leaking, angry, flushed—and still untouched in the ways that would finally break him. The room was thick with heat and lust. Every woman there looked ready to pounce, but none moved without Sophie’s command. She stepped closer, slow and deliberate, the heels of her bare feet touching softly on the tile floor. Her skin glistened in the low red light, her sweat-slick curves gliding with animal grace as she climbed onto the chair, straddling him without settling her weight. Her breasts hovered just above his face, her scent thick and intoxicating. She leaned in close. "I need this," Sophie whispered. Her breath brushed the shell of his ear. Warm. Trembling. "You need this," she added, fingers trailing down his chest. "More than you want to admit." Noah’s voice was hoarse. "Sophie..." "Shh." Her voice softened, brushing over memory now. "Being in the military this young—it has broken pieces of us. You know it this." Noah closed his eyes briefly, jaw tight. "I don’t want to think about that right now." "You don’t have to," she murmured, kissing the side of his neck, her voice still sultry but laced with something heavier. "That’s why I’m here." She kissed him again—lower, just above his collarbone—and pressed her body down until their skin touched chest-to-chest. Her thighs wrapped around his hips. Her heat pressed against his aching shaft. "But you should know..." she said, almost dreamily, "Seeing you like this.... here... like this... all I can think about is how we would sneak off back when you were in Year One. The way we used to fuck at my place off-campus. Quick. Quiet. Messy." She rolled her hips slightly, sliding her soaked folds along his shaft without taking him in. "Remember that night before the retaliation of school 8?" she whispered, her voice cracking into a low moan. "You fucked me on my balcony while my father’s drones were flying patrol overhead across the compound," Noah’s hips bucked reflexively, his eyes locked onto hers with something between pain and desperate want. Sophie’s eyes burned with mischief and memory. "You barely made it to your briefing with Lucas," "Who needs a briefing?" he muttered. "Totally worth it," she said, pressing a kiss to his lips. Her mouth moved with slow precision, tongue teasing him open, then retreating. A kiss that could both melt and torture. Sophie always kissed like a storm—warm and unpredictable—and Noah met it, lips crushed against hers, every ounce of control threatened. When she pulled back, her breath hitched. "I never told you this," she whispered, "but the day you got back from Cannadah... when I saw the names of those declared alive—I cried." He blinked. "I held it in, but I was shaking. Back then I didn’t know you that well of course. But I knew Lucas and I remember the things he told me," she admitted. "You were a Year One, and you walked out of that hell alone. Covered in blood. Anyone would think you would die for sure." " I’m not that easy to keep down," he whispered, voice raw. She kissed him again—fiercely now. Desperately. Then she drew back, eyes shining. "So while we’re here—on Raiju Prime, on neutral ground, for however long this madness holds—I’m going to take what we never got to finish." She looked over her shoulder. "Kira. Bench." Kira was on her feet in seconds, heading to the curved padded bench built into the corner of the room. It was perfect for presenting someone bent over, but that wasn’t the point. "Bring the gel clamps," Sophie ordered. Zara moved next, rummaging through a small tray of toys until she pulled out a pair of clear gel-like pads connected to a thin wire that pulsed with tiny electrical currents. Sophie took them with reverence. "No pain," she explained to Noah as she placed them carefully—one just beneath the head of his cock, the other at the base. "Just enough to make you feel everything a little more. I mean, it’s what I read it does. Surprised we don’t have much of these left on Earth but a planet like Raiju has one," she said in an astonished tone. When the low hum started, Noah gasped. The sensation wasn’t sharp. It was maddeningly soft—like a hundred little tongues vibrating deep under the surface of his skin. "Oh fuck—" he hissed, head thrown back. "That’s better," Sophie cooed. "Now..." She pressed a button on the small controller in her hand. The vibrations pulsed now—in rhythm. Almost like a heartbeat. She leaned forward again, whispering, "I’ve missed you like this. All this fire in your body and nowhere to put it." Sophie began to grind. Slow, deliberate, no penetration—just the slick warmth of her folds gliding up and down his cock with unbearable friction, all while the gel clamps teased him at just the edge of madness. Kira, watching with wide eyes, sat beside the bench and began palming her breasts absentmindedly. Lysa kneeled beside the chair again, looking up at Sophie with admiration. "He’s leaking so much," she whispered. "Because he needs to be used," Sophie said, loud enough for all of them to hear. "Noah’s been strong for so long. Let’s remind him how it feels to be taken care of." Zara brought over a long, silicone ring, handing it to Sophie without needing instruction. "Perfect," she said, lifting his cock and slowly, gently, sliding the ring down until it was snug at the base. The vein on the side of his shaft bulged even more, every inch of him red-hot and tortured. Noah grit his teeth. "You’re going to kill me—" "No," Sophie whispered. "I’m going to heal you." And then she sat down. Not all the way—just enough to slide the head of his cock just barely inside her soaking wet entrance. The squeeze of her warmth made Noah’s eyes fly open, breath catching. But she didn’t sink further. She just held him there. Let him feel it. "Tell me something," she said, voice dangerously soft. "Did you ever think about me... when you were out there? When...Gigarose took you into that domain?" His jaw clenched. "Every second," She smiled, wicked and fond, and sank one inch deeper. A moan trembled in her throat, but she swallowed it. "Me too," she said. Zara was standing behind her now, gently massaging Sophie’s shoulders. Lysa was watching, lips parted as her fingers danced along Noah’s thigh. The hum from the gel clamps increased ever so slightly. Noah bucked, and Sophie grabbed his throat. "Don’t move," she ordered, her voice a low, commanding rasp. He froze. "I’m the one in control," she said, grinding softly with just the tip of his cock inside her. "You’ll come when I say. Not before. Not even close." She slid back up, letting him slip out with a wet sound, then lowered again—only halfway this time. Her slick walls gripped him tightly, and her rhythm stayed agonizingly slow. Just a steady grind over the swollen head, the electrical pulses only magnifying every second of sensation. Kira moved to the side and began licking his chest again, tongue hot and wet, leaving trails across his abs. Zara joined her, pressing her body against Noah’s arm, her lips brushing his shoulder. Lysa’s mouth hovered above his cock, breathing in every twitch but never touching. The room pulsed with heat. Breath. Scent. Sophie leaned down once more, her chest pressing against his, her lips brushing his ear. "I still remember your hands on my hips that first night at my place. I remember how we did it. How you looked so hungry and excited then,’" She chuckled darkly. "Now look at you. Cuffed. Helpless. Begging in your eyes but too proud to say it." Noah couldn’t reply. His mouth was open, panting. His cock throbbed violently under the ring, and the gel pads continued their slow, torturous rhythm. Sophie’s movements changed. Less grinding now. More subtle rocking. Letting the weight of her hips do the work. Just enough for him to slip in and out of her first couple inches. A slow, devastating tease. And every time he looked like he was about to lose it—eyes wild, hips twitching—she stopped. Complete stillness. She kissed his forehead then, a tender, heartbreaking gesture. "This is all I wanted," she whispered. "You. Alive. Right here. Just for me." Zara rubbed his chest, eyes soft. "He’s shaking." "He’s ready," Sophie said. Noah looked up at her then, something shattered and beautiful in his eyes. But Sophie wasn’t finished. She reached between them, pressed a thumb to her clit, and used him—grinding over him, holding him inside just enough to feel his heat, his pressure, without release. Not yet. Never yet. Zara started the wand again, gently pressing it against the side of his thigh. Not near the base. Just close enough to remind him how much he wanted to break. Lysa was back between his legs, kissing his inner thighs, her lips soft and reverent. And Kira, straddling his arm now, leaned down and kissed the pulse point on his neck. "Can you take more?" she whispered. Noah gave a breathless nod. Sophie smiled, raising her hips, letting him slip all the way out. "Then we’re far from done."

Chapter 393: Far from over R+18

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