Across The Pornhwa Verse

Travis gripped So-Yeon's hips and flipped her onto her back, his body towering over her as he pushed his cock even deeper into her soaked pussy. Her breath hitched, her face contorting into pure ecstasy, her lips parting in a silent moan before it finally spilled from her throat.

His hands found her waist, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he began rocking his hips, driving himself into her tight, clenching heat. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, forcing her walls to stretch around his thick cock, squeezing him with an almost desperate need. She gasped, her head rolling back, pleasure consuming her as he spread her open in ways she never thought possible.

Nothing had ever felt like this. No man had ever made her feel like this.

Her mind was unraveling, melting under the relentless pounding of his cock. The way he filled her, the way he fucked her—it was too much, yet not enough at the same time. She needed more.

Juices gushed out, splashing against his shaft, slicking his movements as he fucked her raw. She clutched at the sheets, dragging them in her fists, her body twisting, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure. She couldn't think, couldn't process—her entire existence was reduced to the feeling of him inside her.

"Travis… more… please," she whimpered, her voice breaking with need.

But begging wasn't necessary. He already knew what she wanted. And he was going to give it to her.

Her legs trembled, her thighs quaking as she tightened around him, her body betraying her. Her mind screamed at her to hold on, to maintain some dignity, but she had already lost herself. She didn't care if she sounded like a whore, didn't care if she looked like a slut—she just needed him to break her, to ruin her completely.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!" she cried, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and shame.

Her words only fueled him. Her walls spasmed around his cock, tightening to a near-impossible degree, making each thrust even more intense. It became harder to push in, but Travis wasn't about to stop. If anything, it only made him rougher.

He growled low in his throat, his pace increasing, his hips slamming into her with unrelenting force.

Slap Slap Slap

The wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, growing louder with each passing second.

"Aahh! Ahhh! Y-Yes! Fuck meee!" she screamed, her voice nearly breaking under the weight of her orgasm as it rushed through her.

He pulled back and slammed into her again, forcing another gush of her juices to splash onto the sheets. The intensity made her mind go blank—she couldn't even form a coherent thought, couldn't control her trembling limbs. And when he finally pulled out, her slick arousal sprayed out, leaving her breathless and spent.

She collapsed onto the bed, her body limp, her face twisted into a lewd expression of utter bliss. She looked wrecked—like a maiden completely lost in ecstasy, drowning in pleasure beyond reason.

But Travis wasn't done.

Adjusting her body, he laid back on the bed, pulling her on top of him. So-Yeon shivered, still recovering, but as she hovered over his cock in a squatting position, her arousal only deepened. Her juices dripped down onto his shaft, coating him in her desire.

Slowly, she lowered herself, her legs shaking slightly as she impaled herself onto his thick cock. The stretch was still intense, but it was addictive—she moaned loudly as he filled her completely, her body trembling from the overwhelming sensation.

She began to move, bouncing on top of him, her thighs burning with effort. Travis groaned, watching her in pure admiration, gripping her ass firmly to guide her movements. Her pace quickened, her hair falling over her face as she threw herself up and down on his cock, losing herself to the rhythm.

The room was filled with the obscene, wet sounds of her ass smacking against his lap.

Pah Pah Pah

Her moans mixed with his deep grunts, creating a symphony of raw, animalistic pleasure. Her pussy clenched around him, spasming as her legs began to tremble from exertion. But she didn't stop.

Lowering herself, she braced against his chest, using him for balance as she ground her hips, moving faster, rougher. The furious clapping of their bodies, the wet, squelching sounds of her dripping heat, and the wild, uncontrollable moans completely overtook the room.

Travis groaned, gripping her tighter, thrusting up to meet her movements, making her cry out in ecstasy.

The night was far from over.

After several hours of relentless, passionate fucking, Travis and So-Yeon lay sprawled across the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, chests rising and falling heavily as they tried to catch their breath. The room smelled of sex, the air thick with the lingering heat of their lust-fueled marathon.

So-Yeon, completely spent, nestled against Travis, resting her head on his chest. His arm instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her closer. She tilted her head up, looking at him with a small, exhausted smile.

"That was… magical," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Travis smirked, still basking in the afterglow. "Yeah, it really was." He brushed a few strands of damp hair from her face. "You should probably rest. You still got work tomorrow."

She hummed in agreement, stretching her sore limbs slightly before letting out a satisfied sigh. "Good idea. What about you, though?"

"I just need some time to think," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Now that I think about it… I'm pretty thirsty. Need some water?"

She lazily lifted a hand and gestured for him to go. "Mmm… yeah, could you bring me a glass?"

Travis nodded and carefully untangled himself from her, making sure not to disturb her too much. As he stood up, she shifted, finding a more comfortable position before closing her eyes.

He made his way to the kitchen, the cool tile floor a sharp contrast to the warmth of the bedroom. He grabbed a cold glass of water, but after a moment, he decided one glass wouldn't be enough. He filled a jug with ice-cold water, grabbing a couple of extra glasses just in case.

When he returned to the bedroom, he found So-Yeon sound asleep, her body relaxed, her breathing slow and steady. A soft smile tugged at his lips. 'Well, that was fast,' he mused. 'Not that I blame her. After all that, she probably passed out the second I left.'

Shaking his head with amusement, he placed the jug and glasses back in the fridge, making sure everything was set for when she woke up. Then, he moved to the living room, plopping down onto the couch with a sigh.

'Alright… now, what's next?'

His thoughts wandered as he recalled his plans. 'From what I remember, my next target is the other girl… what was her name again? Can't remember, but she didn't end up in the protagonist's harem—just a fling. Then there's Na-Yeon, and lastly, the beautiful Yeon-Ah. Can't wait.'

A slow, satisfied smirk stretched across his lips.

Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through his shopping app, adding everything he had ever dreamed of owning. Two consoles—both an Xbox and a PS5—just because he could. A massive Smart TV, top-tier gaming accessories, luxury furniture, and anything else that caught his eye. He tapped the screen, finalizing the order, relishing the power of having the means to get whatever he wanted.

With his purchases made, he leaned back on the couch, letting his body relax. The weight of exhaustion settled in, and before he even realized it, his eyes grew heavy.

Sleep took him before he could think of anything else.

TO BE CONTINUED