Apocalypse : Transmigrated With Milf System-Chapter 29: Elera : The Virgin Cougar - 2

Ruel's lips grazed her ear as he held her tight, his breath hot, hungry.

"You've already offered yourself, Elara. No taking it back now," he growled with his voice low and primal humm.

She didn't flinch. Instead, her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Her body was trembling, not from fear, but from anticipation, as this was for the first that she felt so excited.

Ruel grinned, eyes dark with lust.

With a sudden surge of strength, he shifted his grip, hoisting her higher, and leapt forward.

They landed on the bed hard—Ruel dropping to his knees with her in his arms.

Gravity did the rest.

"Ahh❤️—Ruel!" Elara cried out, her voice cracking as his thick length drove into her in one swift, brutal thrust, burying itself to the hilt.

Her body jolted against him, bouncing from the sheer force of the landing. Her mouth fell open, a gasp torn from her lips as her arms clung to him desperately.

"Fuck... you're tight," he growled into her neck, feeling her pulse hammering under his lips.

Then his eyes slid down to her nether reigion only to see his shaft painted with red.

"Hoh!, although i exprected it but now it confirms that you were a virgin cougar aren't ya!"

"How did you live up to this day without having a taste of a dick even for once?" he mocked her as he drove his dick deeper while grinded it within her.

She whimpered, her face buried against his shoulder. "God, it's...❤️ it's too big❤️!"

His hand slid up her back, fisting her hair. "You can take it," he whispered harshly.

"A body of a couger couldn't handle a young dick, now wouldn't that be funny, huh!"

She bit down on her lip, trying to stifle another cry as he pulled back slowly—only to ram back in, even harder, driving deep into her with relentless force.

Her whole body shuddered against him, legs locked tight around his waist.

"Hhnngh❤️—Ruel... please...❤️" Her voice cracked between gasps and moans, tears prickling the corners of her eyes.

He pulled back, looked down—and saw it. A thin trickle of red.

His eyes gleamed.

"Well, well..." he said, with a cruel, delighted smirk. "You really were holding back something special."

Elara's breath hitched, her expression flushed with pain, arousal, and raw vulnerability—but she didn't stop him.

Her eyes met his, unflinching, full of heat.

"You said everything, remember?" he whispered, kissing her hard, biting her lip.

Then he began to move.

No mercy.

His hips snapped forward with savage rhythm, every thrust claiming her again and again, refusing to slow, refusing to let her breathe.

She moaned—loud, desperate, unable to hold back anymore.

"Ruel❤️—! God, it's—too—much❤️—!"

"Too much?" he mocked, eyes burning. "You haven't even seen too much."

Each thrust had her bouncing against him, her body gripping him tighter as he pounded into her, his pace brutal, unrelenting.

And yet—she held on.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, but her hips met his with frantic need. Her cries were mixed—pain and ecstasy entwined in every sound.

Her nails raked down his back, her voice cracking again.

"Don't stop—don't you dare stop❤️!"

He laughed—dark and wicked.

"Good girl."

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Ruel didn't stop.

He couldn't.

Every cry, every tremble from Elara only fueled him further.

"slap-slap-slap" His hips slammed into hers with punishing rhythm, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing off the high walls of the luxurious room.

The bed creaked under their ferocity, the moonlight spilling across their tangled bodies in silver streaks.

"F-Fuck, Elara," he groaned, sweat dripping from his jawline as he watched her twist beneath him, her body caught between pain and pleasure.

"You're taking me so damn well... Even bleeding, but you still want it."

Elara's fingers gripped the headboard behind her, her mouth open in a silent scream as he adjusted the angle—driving deeper.

Her legs quivered, wrapped high around his waist, her hips bucking against his.

"Gods—Ruel...❤️ you're splitting me...wide...❤️" she gasped, voice hoarse.

His hand came down to wrap around her throat—not choking, but claiming. Controlling.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice a gravel rasp, eyes dark with heat and power. "Say you want it. Say you love it."

"I— I..." She could barely breathe.

His thumb traced the column of her throat gently, a cruel contrast to his brutal thrusts. "Don't make me stop, Elara. Not when you're gripping me like your life depends on it."

That sent a jolt through her.

"I love it❤️," she gasped, tears streaking her cheeks as her back arched. "I want it more❤️—please, Ruel, just don't stop❤️"

His laugh was a low, dark purr of satisfaction. "That's more like it."

He released her throat and leaned in, biting down on her collarbone, marking her as he pistoned into her, harder, deeper.

"slap-slap-slap" The wet sound of her body yielding to him filled the room, "Haanh..❤️ Hanh..❤️ Anh..❤️"her cries mixing with ragged gasps for air.

Her nails raked his back again, drawing blood this time.

"You fucking—beast...❤️" she moaned, but there was no hatred in her voice. Only raw, desperate need of his manly dick to extinguish the heat built up within her since ever.

He thrust particularly hard, making her sob out.

"I am," he growled, his face against her neck. "And you love every damn second of it."

She didn't argue.

Instead, her body tightened suddenly, her legs locking around him, her breath catching—

And then she broke.

"Hnnnghh❤️❤️Anhh..." Her scream was a jagged, guttural sound, her entire body convulsing as she came, violently, shuddering around him in helpless spasms.

Ruel groaned, feeling her squeeze around him like a vice. He didn't stop—didn't let her ride it out gently.

He kept going, dragging more from her body than she thought it could give.

She gasped, sobbed, clawed at him—unable to handle more but unable to ask him to stop.

"Ruel...❤️ I... I can't—!"

"Yes, you can," he hissed, slamming in again, grinding deep. "You're my bitch , Elara. And I decide when you're done."

Her head fell back, eyes glazed with ecstasy and exhaustion, but her hips still responded.

Ruel's breathing grew harsher, his movements even more desperate as her slick heat pulled him closer to the edge.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fill you," he growled into her neck, his voice a mix of threat and promise. "Every drop. You want that, don't you?"

She nodded, barely able to form the words, her body trembling in overstimulation.

As this was, for the first time she felt something as blissful as this ever in her life.

For her who had never known the taste of a man.

"Yes...❤️ yes, please...❤️ I want it all❤️."

With a final thrust, Ruel buried himself deep, groaning like a beast as his release crashed through him.

His fingers dug into her hips as he came, long and hard, his body shaking against hers.

Ruel coated her inside with his dick and layering it white.

They stayed like that for a long moment—connected, tangled, both breathless and wrecked.

Then, slowly, the tension began to fade.

Ruel exhaled heavily, his hand brushing sweat-drenched hair from her face.

Elara was trembling, her body exhausted and sore from all this heat, but she didn't pull away.

Her hands still rested on his chest, her gaze soft, dazed.

He leaned down, his tone quiet but still sharp-edged.

"You asked for this. Don't forget it."

"I won't," she whispered, her voice raw. "I never would."