Exo Seeker: The Strongest Human Woke Up In The Future!

Kael pounded Milan hard, forcing her to continuously let out her juices.

Her body trembled, eyes rolled back, and tongue lolled from her mouth—Milan was experiencing a pleasure she never thought possible.

The rod plunging into her was massive, stretching her walls and filling her to the brim. Every time it slid into her soaked cave, it brushed against every inch—hitting even the less sensitive areas before slamming into her G-spot. And when it struck all the way to her deepest end, it was like a bolt of lightning tearing through her nerves. The pleasure was so overwhelming, Milan felt like she was teetering on the edge of insanity.

It was too much… too much… and yet, she still craved more. Fast. Hard. Unrelenting.

Milan unwrapped her legs from Kael's waist and instead spread them wider—almost reaching her own head. One hand rubbed her bud, the other pulled her flower open, giving the White Prime an even clearer path to ravage her deeper.

"I didn't know you were this flexible," Kael chuckled, pulling his hips back and slamming into her again. The impact echoed in the room with a loud, wet smack.

Milan's breasts bounced wildly, and her bottom rippled from the force. Even the circular table beneath her rocked back and forth violently, with several chairs already knocked to the floor.

"Ah… yes!" Milan cried out, her body convulsing as another orgasm hit her. She had no idea how many times she had climaxed—it didn't matter. What mattered was that Kael's rod was driving her insane with pleasure.

"Are you ready?" Kael asked, a devilish smirk forming as he began moving even faster.

"R-ready… for what?" Milan's voice trembled. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her mind blank from the pleasure.

"For this." Kael suddenly pulled his hips back and slammed his rod deep inside her, hitting the very end of her flower with a force that made her scream.

His staff twitched—then erupted. Hot white essence surged into her.

"Ah! Ahhhh!" Milan arched her back as she felt Kael's seed flood her insides, filling her to the brim. Her body quivered along with his rod.

"Take it all in," Kael growled, still releasing into her—giving her the seed her body had longed for.

It went on for minutes. And when he finally pulled back, a loud pop echoed in the room. Milan's flower burst like a dam—only instead of water, it was a mix of her juices and his thick essence.

Spurt.

Milan's entrance gave a few final spurts, expelling what remained inside.

The white liquid dripped from the edge of the table, falling onto the flower below and coating its yellow petals in creamy white.

Kael took a step back, admiring his handiwork.

"This is nice," he muttered, satisfied.

Milan's body was still twitching—like the final stroke of a painting, a masterpiece Kael could stare at forever. Licking his lips, he stepped forward and looked at her flushed, exhausted face.

Her eyes were shut, sweat glistening on her skin. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, struggling to catch her breath.

"How was it?" Kael asked as his hands reached for her soft mounds. The plush sensation filled his palms—so pleasing, he began to play with them without hesitation.

"Ah…" Milan moaned softly, Kael's touch pulling her back to the waking world. "It's… amazing…"

"I know," Kael whispered, leaning closer to her ear. "Do you want more?"

Milan turned her head slowly, eyes still hazy as she stared at the White Prime in disbelief. "My body… it's tired… and you already came twice… can you still…?"

"Don't underestimate me," Kael said with a grin, his breath hot on her ear. "Two times? That's nothing. I'm still full of energy, you know."

As he said that, Kael shifted his lower body slightly—his rod brushing against Milan's sensitive flower bud.

"Agh!" Milan gasped, a mix of surprise and pleasure escaping her lips. She looked down, eyes widening as she saw Kael's dragon still raging and ready. "This can't be… how are you still… hard?"

"I already told you…" Kael whispered, kissing her neck slowly, "Two times is too little."

He nibbled gently. "So, Milan… care for round three?"

"That…" Milan gulped, her breath hitching as her flower grew wet once again. The heat from his rod alone was enough to make her crave more—even without him asking.

But she was exhausted, her legs barely responsive, and deep down, a thought crept in: What if our noise woke up Father? That worry overshadowed her lust, if only for a moment. "I… I'll have to say no."

The kisses stopped. The grinding, the heat, the pressure—gone in an instant. Milan glanced down in disappointment as Kael's rod paused, hovering.

"Are you sure?" Kael asked, pulling away slightly to look into her eyes.

She hesitated, lips parting before gritting her teeth. "Y-yes."

Kael didn't respond. He just stared into her eyes—unblinking, unwavering.

Ten seconds passed. Maybe more.

The silence was thick. Milan began to wonder if she had said the wrong thing—if he was upset or disappointed.

But just as she opened her mouth to ask, she suddenly felt it—the invasion at her entrance.

"Agh!" she moaned, her eyes rolling back from the shock of sudden pleasure.

The entry was smooth—too smooth. Her flower had already been drenched the moment his rod touched her earlier.

"What's this?" Kael said, beginning to piston in and out. "Your mouth says no, but your body…" he leaned closer, "your body says yes."

"I… I don't know anymore! F*ck me!" Milan screamed, overwhelmed as her body surrendered again to the waves of ecstasy.

"Gladly!" Kael growled, as their bodies collided again and again, the sound echoing through the basement.

Kael and Milan stayed in that same position, f*cking on the table for another twenty relentless minutes before Kael finally released his third load.

His thick, hot seed gushed inside her, covering Milan's entrance completely. Some of it spilled over, dripping onto the table and splattering the floor.

Milan climaxed alongside him, releasing her own juices with an explosive squirt that sprayed across the room.

The once flowery scent of the basement—long preserved for years—was now overtaken by a thick, lewd musk. The flowers around them became nothing more than silent witnesses to the destruction of peace and cleanliness, now symbolic decorations of their raw lust.

Milan lay sprawled across the table, chest heaving, limbs limp.

"A-Are… we… done?" she asked, using all the strength she had left.

Kael didn't answer. Instead, he stepped around the table until his rod hovered in front of her face.

Still hard. Still pulsing. Still… undefeated.

Milan stared, wide-eyed. If it had been her ex-husband, he would've passed out after the second round. But Kael? Even after releasing several times, his rod still stood proud and ready—like it didn't even know the word "limp."

She didn't know whether to be scared or impressed… or thrilled.

But then—her body answered for her. She caught a whiff of herself… and of him.

Her flower twitched. Then leaked. Wetness returned without warning.

"M-My body… it's not listening to me…" she whispered, disbelief painted across her flushed face.

"That's because," Kael said, moving his rod even closer to her lips, "this is what you really want."

"That…" Milan gulped again, her breath catching. As soon as the rod touched her lips—her restraint snapped. She opened her mouth and began to suck the stiff shaft like her life depended on it.

Kael smirked, satisfied.

He'd seen this scene many times before. Women who said "no," yet their bodies betrayed them. They would always end up begging for his d*ck—even if they didn't say it out loud. Their bodies always moved on instinct.

Tired, breathless, broken or not—As long as Kael's rod was inside them… They would never stop.

As Milan began sucking on his rod, Kael reached out and started playing with her flower.

They remained in that position for several minutes until Milan's flower erupted, releasing a sudden stream of fluid.

Without saying a word, Kael shifted her position—turning her around, bending her over, and positioning her on all fours. He guided her hips lower, aligning her entrance perfectly with his throbbing rod.

Gripping her by the neck and waist, Kael thrust forward—his hot rod sliding in smoothly.

"Ah!" Milan cried out, the penetration nearly sending her into another orgasm. She had long lost count of how many times she came—her flower overflowing endlessly, as if she had infinite stamina to drench her entrance.

In this new position, Kael had an easier time pistoning in and out of her. The angle brought a completely different wave of pleasure that left Milan trembling.

Her flower clung tightly to his rod, as if trying to suck it deeper, afraid it might leave her cave.

"Milan, I'm going to f*ck you until you can't think straight," Kael whispered into her ear.

Milan simply nodded, eyes closed and lips bitten.

"Good," he added darkly. "Because this isn't going to end any time soon."

Her eyes shot open in disbelief, but she didn't have the chance to respond. The next moment, Kael's rod began moving again—hard, fast, unrelenting.

The change in angle heightened everything. The pleasure overwhelmed her body, blanketing her thoughts. The only thing she could focus on was Kael—inside her, owning her.

Every time his rod slammed into her deepest part, her juices splashed out in response. The squelching sounds filled the basement like a lewd symphony.

Kael watched his rod disappear in and out of her. Her ass rippled with every thrust, bouncing beautifully, and her other hole opened slightly in reaction—like a dark vortex silently inviting him in.

A wicked idea crossed his mind.

He reached out, his finger circling around her other hole, teasing the tight entrance before plunging a digit inside.

"This!" Milan gasped, glancing back over her shoulder. "W-What… are you doing?"

"Preparing you for the next one," Kael smirked, and the mischievous grin on his face sent a shiver through Milan's body.

But she didn't have time to process it—Kael's thrusts sped up, dragging her mind back into a trance of endless pleasure.