Zephyra moaned loudly, the sound broken and needy, but even now, her hips rolled back to take him deeper, her inner walls clenching greedily around his pistoning cock.

But Sol wanted more. He wanted her completely broken.

He continued fucking her deeper and rougher, until she suddenly stiffened, pinching his cock like a living organism and pleasure detonated behind her eyes like a bomb, tearing a guttural scream from her throat as her body seized and convulsed.

But still didn’t sop and continued fucking her through her next orgasm, his strategy was simple, since she refused to let him orgasm, he will do the opposite and make her cum so hard that she will see literal stars, and as expected, she was really a masochist, a violent, squirting release that soaked his thighs and the mat beneath them.

Her walls clamped him fiercely, even to the point of hurting him, and milked his cock desperately, but he powered straight through it, hips never slowing.

When her tremors finally eased, he pulled out of her pussy with a wet pop, leaving her pussy gaping and leaking. Zephyra whimpered at the sudden emptiness, but Sol was already moving.

He flipped her onto her back again, but this time he didn’t mount her normally. He grabbed her legs, folding her nearly in half until her knees pressed against her own shoulders in a deep mating press.

The extreme position left her completely exposed... pussy dripping, ass slightly raised, heavy breasts squished between her thighs.

Sol slammed back into her pussy in this new, punishing angle. The depth was devastating. His cock reached places inside her she had never felt before, the head battering her cervix with every brutal downward thrust.

Zephyra’s eyes widened, a raw scream tearing from her throat as he bottomed out completely, his heavy balls pressed against her ass

"Deep... Sol... too deep... !" Zephyra gasped, eyes wide, but her hips still tried to meet him.

Still talking?" Sol snarled, leaning his full weight down on her folded body. He fucked her with short, devastating thrusts... deep, grinding strokes that kept him buried to the hilt while his pelvis ground against her swollen clit. "Then let’s see how long you last like this."

He leaned his full weight down on her folded body, pinning her completely. His mouth found her breasts again ... but this time there was no gentle sucking. He latched onto one erect nipple and bit down hard, teeth sinking into the sensitive bud just enough to send a sharp spike of pleasure-pain through her. Zephyra screamed, her back arching as much as the position allowed.

Zephyra’s hands flew to his hair, tugging hard, but she didn’t push him away. Her body trembled violently beneath him, another orgasm building fast from the extreme position and the rough treatment of her breasts.

Sol switched to the other nipple, biting and sucking greedily while his hips continued their merciless pounding. He alternated between the two breasts, leaving them red, swollen, and marked with teeth imprints. Drool and sweat mixed on her skin as he feasted.

"You don’t get to tease anymore," he growled around her nipple, biting down again. "This body is mine to ruin today."

Zephyra’s response was a broken, ecstatic moan. She didn’t submit easily though. Even folded in half and getting fucked senseless, the High Shaman still had fire. She clenched her inner walls around him deliberately, trying to milk him, trying to regain some control.

But of course Sol wasn’t planning to let her, his free hand slid down between their bodies, finding her clit and rubbing it roughly in tight, fast circles while he continued pounding into her folded form.

"Come," he commanded against her breast, biting down again. "Come on my cock while I ruin these perfect tits."

Zephyra still sensitive from her earlier release, shattered.

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her walls clamped down around his cock in powerful, rhythmic spasms, gushing hot juices around his thrusting shaft. She screamed his name, body convulsing in the tight mating press, her cyan tattoos flaring so brightly they illuminated the entire grove.

But Sol didn’t stop. He fucked her straight through it, drawing out her pleasure until she was sobbing and twitching.

Only when her orgasm began to fade did he pull out again, his cock glistening their mixed fluids, slapped heavily against her swollen clit.

He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto her side. Then he lay behind her in a tight spooning position, but he didn’t go for her pussy immediately. Instead, he lifted her top leg high, spreading her open, and rubbed his thick cock along her dripping slit teasingly.

"You’re still fighting," he murmured hotly against the back of her neck, biting down on the soft flesh there. "Good. I like it when you fight."

He pushed back into her pussy from behind in this side-lying position... deep, grinding strokes that let him wrap one arm around her to maul her breasts while the other rubbed her clit.

The position was intimate yet dominating. He could bite her neck, suck on her shoulder, and whisper filthy promises while fucking her at a punishing pace.

Zephyra moaned and whimpered, her body trembling, but she still pushed back against him, refusing to fully yield. "Harder... don’t you dare hold back now."

Sol obliged as the beast in Sol grew even hungrier.

He fucked her roughly in the spooning position for long minutes ... hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass, hand never leaving her clit.

He pulled out once more and manhandled her into a new extreme position. He sat on the edge of the woven platform, pulling her onto his lap facing away from him. He spread her legs wide over his thighs, impaling her on his cock in a deep reverse cowgirl.

One arm wrapped around her waist to hold her in place, the other hand reached around to rub her clit furiously while he thrust up into her with powerful snaps of his hips.