Chương 240: Chapter 236: The Scent of Desire
Chapter 236: The Scent of Desire
Malik stood in the corridor, his senses heightened, his heart pounding with a primal rhythm. He had given Fugai a head start, not out of courtesy, but out of a desire to heighten the anticipation. He didn't need to see her to follow; her scent lingered in the air, a mix of sweat, steel, and something uniquely her—a fragrance that was both fierce and alluring.
He moved through Haido's fortress with a purpose, his steps echoing with a determination that was almost predatory. The cold, sterile halls seemed to blur around him, the hum of machinery fading into the background as he honed in on his target. This was no longer a game of strategy or diplomacy; it was a primal dance, a chase that would culminate in a meeting of raw, unfiltered passion.
The scent led him to an unexpected place: a vast, echoing chamber filled with the hum of generators and the glow of control panels. The engine room—the heart of the mobile fortress. The air was thick with the smell of oil and the buzz of electricity, a stark contrast to the intimate encounter he sought. Yet, amidst the machinery, there she was—Fugai, standing tall and commanding, her violet eyes locked onto him with an intensity that was almost feral.
She didn't wait for him to speak. With a growl that was more animal than human, she pushed herself against him, her hands gripping his shoulders with a strength that was both thrilling and slightly terrifying. Malik's breath hitched as their bodies collided, her heat seeping through his fine clothes, her large breasts pressing firmly against his chest.
Their lips met in a deep, hot kiss, a clash of desire and dominance. Fugai's mouth was hungry, demanding, and Malik responded in kind, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer. She was still sweaty and sticky from their earlier spar, the salty taste of her skin mingling with the sweetness of her lips. The heat of her body was almost feverish, even through her bodysuit, he could feel the intensity of her desire.
Fugai's hands roamed over his chest, her fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath his finely tailored vest. With a snarl, she ripped the fabric, buttons scattering across the metal floor. Malik gasped, the cool air of the engine room hitting his bare skin, but the chill was quickly replaced by the heat of Fugai's touch. Her hands explored his chest, her nails lightly scratching, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
Malik's own hands were not idle. He traced the curves of her body, his fingers lingering on the swell of her hips, the dip of her waist. Her bodysuit was slick with sweat, clinging to her like a second skin, but he could feel the heat of her body beneath, the muscles taut and ready.
Fugai growled again, a sound that sent shivers down Malik's spine. She pushed him back against a control panel, the buttons and dials digging into his back. Her lips left his, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck, his collarbone, his chest. Each touch was a brand, a claim, a promise of more to come.
Malik's breath came in ragged gasps, his heart pounding wildly. He tangled his fingers in her light brown hair, pulling her closer, urging her on. Her violet eyes flashed up to meet his, and in them, he saw a reflection of his own desire—raw, unfiltered, and utterly consuming.
"Fugai," he whispered, her name a plea and a promise. She snarled in response, her teeth nipping at his skin, her hands gripping his hips with bruising force.
The engine room hummed around them, the machinery a steady rhythm that seemed to echo the pounding of their hearts. In this unlikely sanctuary, amidst the cold metal and the buzz of electricity, they found a heat that was entirely their own—a primal dance of desire and dominance, a meeting of souls as fierce and unyielding as the fortress that surrounded them. And in that moment, nothing else mattered.
Malik's breath cut as Fugai's hands moved to his belt, her fingers deftly unbuckling it, the sound of metal clinking against metal echoing in the vast chamber. His heart pounded in anticipation, his body already responding to her touch. She didn't tease or tarry, her intent clear and unyielding. With a swift motion, she ripped his pants down, leaving him bare to her hungry gaze.
Malik's breath caught as he felt the cool air against his skin, his body already hard and ready. Fugai's eyes widened slightly at the sight of him, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. But before she could reach out, Malik cupped her face, his thumbs tracing the high arches of her cheekbones. Her violet eyes flashed to his, a question in their depths.
"Show me," he whispered, his voice low and rough with desire. "Show me all of you, Fugai."
A fierce, almost feral, look crossed her face. She didn't hesitate, didn't shy away. With a growl, she gripped the neck of her tight black bodysuit and tore it, the fabric giving way with a loud rip. The sound of tearing fabric filled the engine room, a symphony of their shared desire.
Malik's eyes widened as she revealed herself to him. Her large, full breasts bounced freely, the cool air of the chamber hardening her nipples into tight peaks. His gaze traveled down her body, taking in the hard lines of her abdomen, the lean muscles of her arms and legs. He noticed the dark hair in her armpits, the sweat glistening on her skin, and the thick, dense brown bush at the juncture of her thighs.
He wanted to explore every inch of her, to trace the lines of her muscles, to taste the sweat on her skin. But Fugai was done waiting. With a snarl, she lunged at him, her hands gripping his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist. She was like a wild animal, taking what she wanted, claiming her prize.
Malik stumbled back, his body colliding with a large, humming generator. The metal was hot against his skin, but he barely felt it. All his senses were focused on the woman in his arms, her body pressed tightly against his, her breath hot on his neck.
She kissed him again, her teeth nipping at his lips, her tongue exploring his mouth with a fierce intensity. Her hips moved against his, her body seeking friction, seeking release. Malik's hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he held her aloft, his body responding to her every movement.
The engine room filled with the sound of their harsh breaths, the wet sounds of their kisses, the harsh grate of metal against skin. It was a symphony of their shared desire, a primal dance that was as fierce and unyielding as the woman in his arms.
And in that moment, Malik knew he was lost. Lost in her scent, in her touch, in her fierce, unyielding passion. He was hers to command, hers to conquer. And he would follow her into the heat of their shared desire, wherever it might lead them.
Malik could feel the heat of her before he even entered her, the thick, dense bush of her pubic hair brushing against the head of his cock, sending shivers down his spine. She was so wet, so ready, that he could feel her arousal coating him, making him slick and ready. He groaned, his fingers tightening on her thighs, his body tensing as he tried to control the urge to surge into her.
Fugai, however, was having none of that. With a fierce growl, she lifted one leg, positioning herself over him. Her violet eyes, wild and untamed, locked onto his as she began to lower herself onto him, her body taking him in inch by inch.
Malik's breath hitched as he felt her tight, hot core envelop him. She was so wet, so ready, that he slid in easily, but her inner muscles clenched around him, gripping him tightly, as if reluctant to let him go. He let out a low moan, his head falling back against the generator, his eyes fluttering closed.
But Fugai was not done with him yet. She was like a wild beast, her movements fierce and uncoordinated, driven by primal instinct. She licked and bit at his face, her teeth scraping against his jaw, his neck, his ear. Her tongue was hot and wet, her breath coming in ragged gasps against his skin. She was more animal than woman, more instinct than thought, and it was intoxicating.
Malik tried to kiss her back, to claim her mouth with his, but she was too wild, too fierce. She bit his lip, her teeth drawing blood, a primal mark of her possession. He tasted the coppery tang of blood, felt the sting of her teeth, but it only served to heighten his own desire.
She began to move, her hips rising and falling, her body taking him in deep, then pulling back, only to slam down again. Each thrust was fierce, each movement punctuated by a growl or a snarl. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails sharp points that bit into his flesh, marking him as surely as her teeth had.
Malik's body responded to her ferocity, his hips rising to meet hers, his cock throbbing inside her. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the engine room, a wet, rhythmic slap that was as primal as the growls and moans that escaped their lips.
He could feel the heat of her, the wetness, the tightness. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around him as she neared her peak. He wanted to tell her to slow down, to savor this moment, but the words died in his throat as she bit down hard on his neck, a fierce, claiming bite that sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through him.
And then she was coming, her body convulsing around him, her nails digging deep into his shoulders, her teeth still buried in his neck. She growled, a low, guttural sound that was half pleasure, half triumph. And Malik, unable to hold back any longer, followed her over the edge, his body shuddering as he spilled himself into her, his own growl echoing hers.
In that moment, they were not two people, but one entity, a wild, primal force that had taken over the engine room, their bodies still moving, still claiming, still taking and giving in equal measure. And as their breathing slowly returned to normal, their bodies still joined, Malik knew that he would never look at this chamber, at this fortress, the same way again. It was now a sanctuary of their shared passion, a testament to their fierce, unyielding desire.
Malik, his body still humming with the aftermath of their first encounter, felt a surge of desire as he looked at Fugai, her body still draped over his, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel her heart pounding against his, her skin slick with sweat, her body still trembling with the force of her orgasm. But he wasn't done with her yet. Far from it.
With a sudden burst of strength, he wrapped his arms around her, his hands gripping her firm ass, and lifted her off the ground. She let out a surprised yelp, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, her arms going around his neck. Her violet eyes widened in shock, a look of surprise and something akin to admiration flashing across her face.
"You're strong," she growled, her voice still husky with desire.
Malik smirked, a primal, hungry look in his eyes. "You haven't seen anything yet."
He turned, pressing her back against the cool metal of the nearest console, the buttons and dials digging into her flesh. She gasped, her body arching into his, her breasts pushing into his face. They were large, full, and bouncing with every movement, the sight of them making his mouth water.
But Malik had other plans. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his tongue tracing the line of her sweat-soaked skin, tasting the saltiness, inhaling her musky, feminine scent. She let out a low moan, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her.
He moved lower, his mouth finding her armpit, the hair there damp with sweat, the scent of her body strong and intoxicating. She growled, a sound of pleasure and surprise, as he licked and sucked at her skin, his tongue tracing the lines of her muscles.
But he didn't stay there for long. With a sudden thrust of his hips, he entered her again, his cock sliding into her wet, welcoming heat. She gasped, her body tensing, her nails digging into his shoulders. He began to move, his hips pounding into hers, his body slamming into hers with a force that shook the console they were leaning against.
Fugai let out a feral growl, her body meeting his thrust for thrust, her hips grinding against his. Her giant breasts bounced with every movement, the sight of them hypnotizing, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room.
Malik kept one arm wrapped around her, holding her to him, his other hand gripping her hip, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
She let out a low, guttural growl, her body convulsing around him, her orgasm hitting her with the force of a storm. But Malik wasn't done with her yet. He kept moving, his hips pounding into hers, his body demanding more, demanding everything.
Fugai howled, a sound that was half pleasure, half pain, her body bucking against his as another orgasm hit her. This one was stronger, more intense, her body shaking with the force of it. Her howl echoed through the engine room, the sound of it shaking the very foundations of the fortress.
But still, Malik didn't stop. He kept moving, his body slamming into hers, his cock throbbing inside her, his own orgasm building, building, building. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing inside her.
Fugai, her body still convulsing with the aftershocks of her own orgasms, kept moving, her hips grinding against his, her body milking him for every last drop. She let out a low, satisfied growl, her body finally stilling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Malik, his body spent, his arms shaking with the effort, lowered her to the ground. But he didn't let her go, his arms wrapping around her, his body still pressed against hers. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still joined, their hearts still pounding, their breaths still ragged.
In that moment, they were not two people, but one entity, a wild, primal force that had taken over the engine room, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their shared passion. And as they slowly came down from their high, their bodies still pressed together, they knew that this was just the beginning. They had found in each other a passion that was fierce, unyielding, and utterly consuming. And they would explore it, together, their dance of lust and passion far from over.
As their hearts slowly returned to their normal rhythm, Malik and Fugai found themselves sprawled on the cold, hard floor of the engine room. But the cold of the metal seemed a distant memory, their bodies still warm from their shared passion, their limbs tangled together in a comfortable, intimate embrace.
Fugai lay on top of Malik, her large, full breasts pressing into his soft, chubby chest, her hard nipples tracing patterns on his skin. She looked down at him, her violet eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. She couldn't decide what she wanted to do more—kiss him, or bite him. So, she did both, her lips and teeth alternating between nipping and sucking at his skin, leaving a trail of red marks and bruises in their wake.
Malik let out a low chuckle, his hands tracing patterns on her back, her ass, her thighs. "You're insatiable," he murmured, his voice still husky with desire.
She growled in response, her teeth sinking into his shoulder, her tongue lapping at the small wound she left behind. She could feel his cock, still hard and throbbing against her thigh, and she wanted to taste him, to claim him in a way she never had before.
With a sudden movement, she slid down his body, her large breasts trailing over his skin, her nipples leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She looked up at him, her violet eyes filled with a fierce, primal hunger, before she leaned down and took him into her mouth.
Malik gasped, his hips jerking off the floor as her hot, wet mouth enveloped him. She was inexperienced, her movements tentative at first, her teeth grazing his sensitive skin more often than not. But she was a quick learner, her tongue tracing the veins on his cock, her lips sucking gently, her hands stroking him in time with her mouth.
She licked and sucked, her teeth nipping at his flesh, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She was fierce, her movements almost aggressive, her teeth sometimes grazing him hard enough to make him wince. But the pain only served to heighten his pleasure, his body responding to her touch, his cock throbbing in her mouth.
She took him deep, her throat convulsing around him, her eyes watering as she struggled to take him all in. She gagged, her body convulsing, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she held him there, her hands gripping his thighs, her nails digging into his flesh.
Malik's breath came in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he felt his orgasm building. He could feel it, the pressure in his balls, the tingling at the base of his spine, the heat that was quickly spreading through his body. He gripped her hair, his fingers tangling in her light brown locks, his hips thrusting up to meet her mouth.
Fugai growled, the sound vibrating through his cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. She sucked harder, her mouth moving faster, her hands stroking him in time with her mouth. And then, with a final, fierce suck, he came, his body convulsing, his cock pulsing in her mouth.
He let out a low moan, his head falling back against the floor, his eyes closing as wave after wave of pleasure hit him. And Fugai, her mouth still full of him, kept sucking, kept licking, her tongue tracing the length of his cock, her mouth swallowing every last drop of his cum.
When he finally opened his eyes, he found her looking up at him, her violet eyes filled with satisfaction, her face covered in his cum. She licked her lips, her tongue tracing the trails of white on her skin, her eyes never leaving his.
Malik let out a low chuckle, his hands reaching up to cup her face, his thumbs wiping away the remnants of his orgasm from her skin. "You're something else, Fugai," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration and desire.
She growled in response, her body shifting as she crawled back up his body, her large breasts pressing into his chest, her lips finding his in a fierce, hungry kiss. And as they lost themselves in each other once again, the cold, hard floor of the engine room seemed like the most comfortable, most intimate place in the world. Their dance of lust and passion was far from over, and they were both eager to explore every inch of each other, to claim and be claimed, to give and to receive, in a way that was as fierce and unyielding as the woman herself.
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