Rise of the Harem King

"Ange," Davi began, his voice low and tender, "are you sure about this?"

She looked up at him then, her gaze steady despite the faint blush that colored her cheeks. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible but firm. "I want this. I want you."

Davi took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. His touch was warm, and Ange leaned into it.

"You don't have to be afraid," he murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. "I'll take care of you."

Ange nodded, her lips curving into a small smile. "I know you will."

Slowly, Davi leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was soft and passionate at first, but quickly deepened as Ange responded with equal fervor.

Her hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself to him. Davi's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other as they tried to steady their racing hearts.

Davi's hands moved to the ties of Ange's bra, his fingers trembling slightly as he undid the clasp. With a soft click, the straps relaxed, and he gently slid the fabric from her shoulders, letting it fall away to reveal her breasts.

As the fabric slipped from her shoulders, Ange hesitated for a moment, her arms crossing over her chest as if to shield herself, but Davi gently took her hands in his, lowering them to her sides.

"You're perfect," he said, his voice filled with awe. "Don't hide from me."

Ange's breath hitched, and she nodded, allowing herself to be seen, to be vulnerable in a way she never had before.

Davi's hands roamed over her skin, tracing the curves of her body with a reverence that made her shiver. Then removed his own clothes.

When Davi finally removed his own clothing, Ange's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't look away. Instead, she reached out to touch him, her fingers brushing against his muscular chest before trailing down to his abdomen.

"Ange," he whispered, his voice rough with desire, "I need you."

She nodded, her eyes locking with his. "I'm yours," she said, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest. "Completely yours."

Davi guided her to the bed, laying her down gently before joining her.

Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, and Ange gasped at the sensation. Davi kissed her again, his lips moving to her neck, her collarbone, her chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

When the moment finally came, Davi paused, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," Ange replied, her voice soft but unwavering.

Davi's hands slid down Ange's trembling body, gripping her hips as he settled between her thighs. Her breath came in short, eager gasps, her nails digging into his back as she arched against him.

"Look at me," he growled, his voice thick with need.

Ange's eyes fluttered open, dark with desire, locking onto his as he pushed his massive dick into her. Naturally, it took her some time to get used, panting heavily at each small trust.

The boy, on the other hand, suffered keeping himself from coming, as the tight wall of her milf's horny pussy embraced his cock, trying to milk every least drop of cum.

"Fuck… you feel so good," Davi groaned, his hips snapping forward, driving deeper.

Ange's moans spilled freely now, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. Every thrust sent sparks through her, her back arching off the bed as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her.

"D-Davi!" Her voice was a broken whimper, her fingers tangling in his hair as he fucked her with relentless hunger.

The man could feel her walls fluttering around him, tightening like a vice as she teetered on the edge. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him desperately.

"P-please... don't stop!" she begged, her voice trembling with need.

He didn't. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, each one hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her vision blur.

Ange's back arched off the bed, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as pleasure crashed over her in relentless waves.

"D-Davi! Ahn..! I will…!"

Her body seized, her inner walls clamping down on him in rhythmic pulses as her climax ripped through her. Davi gritted his teeth, fighting his own release as she trembled beneath him, her moans turning into breathless whimpers.

When the last of her spasms faded, Ange collapsed against the sheets, her chest heaving, her skin glistening with sweat. She looked up at him with dazed, half-lidded eyes, completely, utterly wrecked.

Davi smirked, slowing his movements to a sensual grind, savoring the way she shuddered at the overstimulation.

Ange had already had the best orgasm of her life, but Davi was just getting started.

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The twelfth day of the expedition was spent entirely on sex, as Davi fucked Ange relentlessly.

The place was reeked of sex, sweat, skin, and the thick musk of their bodies tangled in the sheets. Davi loomed over Ange, his cock still hard, glistening with her wetness.

She was wrecked, legs spread, pussy swollen and dripping, tits bouncing with every ragged breath.

"Davi…" she whimpered, voice broken. "You can fuck me once more, I can see you still want more." She said despite her exhaustion.

He didn't hesitate. Gripping her hips, he slammed back inside, her tight cunt squeezing him like a vise. She screamed, nails clawing his back as he pounded into her, each thrust bottoming out hard.

"You take my cock so fucking good," he growled, fingers digging into her thighs.

Ange could only moan, her body arching as he fucked her raw. His hand snaked down, thumb grinding her clit in rough circles. She came instantly, shaking, juices gushing around his shaft.

"That's it," he snarled, "squeeze me just like that,"

He didn't last. With a final brutal thrust, he emptied himself inside her, hot cum flooding her depths. She gasped, feeling him pulse, her own climax ripping through her again.

When he finally pulled out, she was a mess, dripping, trembling, his seed already leaking down her thighs. Davi smirked, swiping a finger through the mess and pushing it into her mouth.

Then he laid at Ange's side exhausted.