Reborn Regress Return: I Am the Heir of Shadows!

Fran leaned back, squatting against her heels while trembling, chest clinging to her linen dress, moved up and down in short, sharp movements. Her mouth was agape with drool leaking from the corner.

She was soaking wet.

Her juices leaked down her thighs while her inner walls twitched from the aftershocks.

Fran refused to stop—she wasn't human.

Her lustful eyes peered up at Julian with pink eyes opened wide, glowing faintly with an aura in the dark, humid room. Julian closed his eyes, leaning forward from the pleasure, panting to himself with his balls still tight and sensitive.

He reached to the side without a word, grabbing Fran's half-empty clay flask, and without hesitation, guzzled the rest of the alcohol in a single swig.

Glug... glug... glug... The thick wine burned as it swilled down his throat. A spiced fruity taste filled his taste buds. Fermented sweetness, something potent and stronger than any wine or beer he'd tasted in the real world.

Julian emptied the flask before tossing it to the side. Thud!

"Phew..." he exhaled with a sharp breath, steaming up the air while he stared at her. "Pretty."

Fran blinked. "...What are you—?"

Before she could react, he moved, quickly grabbed her wrist with one hand and pulled her towards him.

She instinctively yelped, shifted her weight, but he was already pulling her into the bed, her body pushed down and flipping their position in a blink.

Now she was under him.

Her back hit the mattress with a soft fwumph, thighs spread wide apart. Fran's soaked panties stained darker from the viscous juices. Now fully visibly from beneath the hem of her cotton dress. Her ears twitched in surprise, but she didn't look frightened or resist.

Not even a little.

Julian hovered over her, one hand planted beside her head. The other ran up the side of her thigh, slowly and with a hint of possessive desire.

"You're shaking," he said, voice rougher now.

Fran swallowed. "You didn't complain when I was making you shake."

Julian chuckled once.

"You've got a mouth on you."

"You weren't complaining about that, either."

His fingers hooked into the side of her panties, and the sticky, wet cloth pulled aside in a single movement. Fran sucked in a deep breath as the cool air touched her soak, swollen folds.

Julian looked between her thighs, then grinned. "So this is where all that attitude's hiding."

"You cheeky—" Fran blushed, but lifted her hips slightly, spreading her thighs even wider to show her moist petals, lips parted, wet, throbbing and glistening.

"You gonna look," she said, voice hoarse, "or are you gonna earn what I just gave you?"

Julian smirked, then leaned down with a sharp gaze.

"I'm going to savour this."

And then he buried his face between her thighs.

Slrrrp—schlp—nnghh—mmph... His tongue slid through her folds like he was starving. He didn't tease. He didn't go gentle. He devoured. The flick of his tongue followed by the soft suction of his lips...

Fran gasped, shocked at the sudden... then her back arched lifting off the bed as he sucked on her clit with a sloppy loud sound.

"F-Fuck!" she moaned, grabbing his silver hair with both hands.

His throat hummed, sending vibrations through her pussy, tongue flicking faster across her swollen bud, lips brushing and kissing her soaked slit. He became entranced, licking up any drop of honey or fluids that dripped from her and then pushed his tongue inside her warm, slimy hole.

"Ahhn—Nnnggh!—sh-shit!"

Her thighs snapped around his head, strong enough to crush a melon, but he didn't pull away even with the dull ache. If anything, he became more enthusiastic, more active, dragging her folds apart with his thumbs and tongue, flicking his long tongue inside her, tasting the soft, bumpy walls.

Her legs jerked.

She grabbed the sheets.

"Y-You're not supposed to—aaahh—be good at this!" she gasped.

Julian looked up, golden eyes glinting between her legs.

He said nothing.

His only goal was to make her feel good. He wanted to make Fran climax as his throat hummed for breath, sending vibrations straight into her soaked entrance and sensitive clit, making her body spasm even more.

A third orgasm overwhelmed her before she could warn him, almost crushing his face with the immense pressure from her muscular thighs.

Slrrrp—glch—shluurrrrp. Her slimy fluids poured down his tongue, coating his mouth and chin, the sweet and sour taste of a Sakurapaw different from humans. He became addicted, continued licking it like it was his dessert, not a woman.

"Julian—" Her legs convulsed, trembling as her ears flopped, unable to control her rough breathing.

And still... he didn't stop.

Not until her hips stopped shaking, trembling and shuddering from climax. Not until her grip on his hair loosened, or she moaned out his name in one long, broken sigh.

"J-Julian... fuck... I—I'm gonna piss myself—"

Only then did he pull back, his mouth glistening, breathing heavy.

Julian's eyes gazed at her like a precious gem, sparkling in the dim room that stank of sex and Fran's aroma. He crawled back up her body slowly.

Her shirt was drenched in sweat from the heat and humidity, her chest bouncing rapidly, and her face flushed red from the tips of her ears to her throat.

Fran blinked at him through foggy eyes.

"You were... supposed to be passive," she slurred.

Julian kissed her lips, parting them with his tongue, forcing her to taste herself.

Then he whispered into her mouth.

"Not anymore."

***

Shlick. She was wet enough to drown in—but the second his cock pressed to her entrance, her whole body went rigid.

Fran's nails scraped down his back, sharp enough to sting, as her thighs locked around his hips like a trap springing shut.

Julian hovered over her—his arms braced, muscles twitching—cock pulsing against her slick folds. The swollen head dragged slowly, deliberately, up and down her slit. Each pass left a shine of wet heat. She was twitching beneath him. But he hadn't pushed in.

Yet.

Her lips parted.

"Do it," she breathed.

He didn't move.

"Still tight," he muttered. "You sure—"

"I said do it," she snapped, voice rough and low. Her eyes sparked like lit fuses. "Unless that was just mouth earlier."

Julian closed his mouth and grunted, thrusting inside.

Shlk—Fhhuck—

Fran gasped, full-throated, her head snapping back into the pillows. Her hands clutched at his shoulders like she was bracing for impact. Her spine arched hard enough to bow. He felt it the second he breached her—

Not tight.

Gripping.

Like her cunt didn't want to let him in—or out.

Julian froze halfway, chest heaving.

Fran's thighs trembled around him violently.

Her breath came in ragged gulps between clenched teeth. Her ears twitched so hard they flopped against the pillow.

"F-Fuck—hahh—shit, that's... that's big—"

He didn't move.

Her cunt throbbed around him, hot and slick and impossibly tight—like her body was moulding around every ridge of his cock.

Julian's voice came strained. "You okay?"

She blinked up at him, face flushed, sweat already streaking her brow. Her whole frame trembled.

Then she nodded. Once.

"Don't stop."

So he pushed deeper.

Her body resisted.

Then gave.

He felt her stretch—felt the pressure rise as his cock spread her inch by inch until he broke through something taut and trembling inside her.

A sudden slide—

A long, wet sound.

A noise from her throat that barely qualified as human.

Then—

Shluuck—! His cock reached the base. Her cunt clamped around him like a noose.

"Haah—hnn—Nnngh!" she cried out, eyes wide, jaw slack. Her thighs crushed him in place, and her nails dug trenches down his back.

Julian's breath caught. Her pussy gripped him so tightly he couldn't think, couldn't even try to move without losing control.

"You're tight as fuck," he growled. "I can barely—"

"Good," she hissed.

He tried to pull out—

Her legs locked tighter.

She didn't let him.

Instead, she moved.

Her hips jerked upward, grinding herself against Julian's crotch, slow and sharp. The pain was clearly etched across her face, but it didn't stop her. She bit down on her lip and let out a guttural moan as she rolled her hips again, harder.

One flick, then another. Julian's arms gripped her hips without restraint, clenching and squeezing her soft flesh.

Her pussy sucked at him with every motion—milking him already.

The soft bumps along her walls were now swollen and rubbed along his shaft, tickling and dragging his foreskin each time he moved, increasing the pleasure.

Then—

"My turn."

Fran flipped him.

He hit the mattress flat on his back.

She straddled him—panting, flushed, thighs straining, still fully impaled.

His eyes went wide.

"What the—"

She didn't let him finish.

Her palms hit his chest, and she slammed her hips down—

PAH—!!

His breath caught. His cock struck something deep—something that made her entire body jolt. Fran's head flung back as her spit and drool flew through the air.

Again.

PAH—PAH—PAH—!!

Her ass bounced in a blur. Her thighs flexed like pistons, her hips crashing down again and again with mechanical precision—feral rhythm.

Her face twisted—mouth open, eyes glassy—not in pain.

Filled with absolute bliss and hunger.

Julian's chest rose and fell in hard, broken heaves. He forgot... the race, her race was a rabbit...

"Fran—fuck—slow down—"

She didn't.Or didn't hear him.Or didn't care.

Her ears bounced with every slap of flesh. Her pussy—slick, swollen—made a wet, obscene soundtrack with every brutal grind.

Chuk—chak—slk—chuk—PAH—!!

She came once.

Then again.

But her hips never stopped.

Julian grabbed at her waist, trying to get control—She batted his hands away without even looking.

"You started this," she growled, voice cracking. "You opened me."

She shuddered—and moved faster.

***

She rode him like a fucking animal.

Her hips were a blur, thighs crashing down in perfect violence. Sweat streamed off her in rivulets, streaking the curve of her spine, dripping from her chin onto his chest.

Julian's head slammed back into the mattress.

"F-Fuck—Fran—!"

He grabbed at her hips again—she fought him with her thighs, legs tightening, slamming harder.

PAH—PAH—CHUK—SLK—PAH!!

Her cunt was molten—drenched—gripping him in waves. He could feel it with every brutal impact: the pull, the flutter, the need.

With each penetration, her insides shrank, tightening to match his shape.

But he didn't just lie there.

"If you're gonna ride me like that…" he growled, breath ragged. "Then I'm not going down without a fight."

He slammed upward, matching her stroke for stroke—his hips crashing into hers like they were at war.

Each thrust buried him to the root.

Her whole body twitched.

"Ahhhn!"

Her voice cracked, but it didn't stop. Almost berserk, Julian pounded her harder... again and again.

PAH—GLK—CHUK—PAH—SQUELCH—!!

Fran shook like she was breaking apart. Drool spilt from the corner of her mouth. Her pupils were gone—blown out. Her soaked tunic clung to her chest, plastered to the shape of her breasts, nipples poking through the material.

Fucking shirt—"

She tore it off in one swift motion, throwing it aside mid-ride.

Her breasts bounced free, modest, flushed, and sweaty. Nipples stiff and glistening. They slapped softly against her chest with each bounce—hypnotic, wild.

Julian stared.

Something snapped.

His jaw clenched. His fingers sank into her waist like he was trying to crush her. He drove upward with a deep, brutal thrust.

"Ahhh—!! Hnnng—!"

She leaned down, chest pressed to his, mouth just over his ear. Her pussy squeezed tighter, twitched around him like it was trying to finish the job.

"You're finishing it—inside."

Julian's whole body locked up.

His cock pulsed once—then again—then he exploded.

"Fran—!!"

His vision went white.

His back arched violently, and he poured into her—thick, hot, flooding her womb with each pulse.

Fran screamed as her body convulsed and her walls squeezed around him like a heartbeat—tight, fluttering, desperate.

She came so violently, the best one of the night, as her voice cracked and she collapsed onto his body while trembling, twitching. Her pussy still full.

Julian's hands fell away from her waist.

His chest rose and fell under hers.

Their skin was slick—pasted together with sweat, love juices and cum.

Her breath came shallow and broken.

She stayed where she was—his cock still buried inside her, still throbbing weakly, their bodies joined and locked.

Her voice, when it finally came, was almost too soft to hear.

"…fuck it's pouring out all over the bed... that's mine."