He moved up her body, dragging his wet chin across her stomach, between her breasts, and finally hovering over her face. He kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

Evara tasted herself... the musk, the salt, the raw female essence. It was shocking, taboo, and incredibly arousing. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue fighting his, sucking on his lips to get more of the taste.

"You like that?" Sol broke the kiss, staring into her eyes.

"Yes," she admitted, her voice a broken whisper. "I like it. I'm disgusting."

"No," Sol corrected her. "You're hungry."

He sat back on his heels, his erection bobbing in front of her face. "Now. Show me you know how to return a favor."

Evara looked at the thick, veiny shaft. She hesitated only for a second. The primitive instinct to worship the thing that gave pleasure took over.

She reached out, grabbing the base. She didn't know the technique—she just opened her mouth and took the head in.

It was awkward, toothy, and clumsy. But the wet warmth of her mouth, the suction of her cheeks as she tried to take more, sent a jolt of pleasure through Sol that nearly blinded him.

"Deeper," he commanded, pushing his hips forward.

She gagged slightly, eyes watering, but she didn't pull back. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a new, dark devotion. She bobbed her head, taking him as deep as she could, learning the shape of him.

Sol groaned, feeling the Vitality transfer beginning even now. "Good girl. Now, turn over again."

"Look at you," Sol mocked gently. "Begging for the dirty stuff."

"I hate you," Evara breathed, her eyes rolling back in her head. "I hate you so much. Put it in me. Now. Or I will kill you."

"Not yet," Sol said, sitting back on his heels. He looked at her wet, gaping entrance. "You're wet enough, but are you open enough?"

He held up his hand. He extended three fingers.

Evara's eyes widened. "Sol... no. That won't fit."

"You said you were a real woman," Sol challenged, moving his hand closer. "Now It's time to prove it."

He didn't wait for permission, not that he needed in the current situation. He coated his fingers in her own juice and pushed.

He shoved three fingers into her tight channel in one motion.

Evara screamed, her back arching off the floor. "SOL!"

"Relax," he commanded, using the Voice. "Take it. I know you can take it, just relax."

He began to pump his fingers in and out, twisting his wrist to hit the internal ridges of her walls. She was incredibly tight, her muscles clamping down on his hand. It was hot… scaldingly hot inside her.

"It feels... so full..." she whimpered, her resistance melting into a needy whine, due to increased sensitivity. She soon started to push back against his hand, as if to ride his fingers.

Sol watched her face. The pleasure was there, but so was the desperation. She needed more than fingers. She needed the real thing.

He withdrew his hand with a wet squelch. Evara let out a cry of loss, her empty hole twitching.

"I'm ready, Sol," she demanded, her voice muffled by the furs but fierce. "Stop playing. Fill me."

"Get up," Sol ordered. "On your hands and knees. Face the wall."

Evara scrambled to obey. She rolled over, presenting her ass to him. The view was magnificent—the curve of her spine, the wideness of her hips, the dark, wet entrance glistening in the firelight.

Sol positioned himself behind her. He didn't touch her yet. He just let the head of his cock brush against her slit, teasing her, coating it in her dirty juices.

"Please," she begged, wiggling her ass back, trying to capture him. "Sol... stop playing. Break me."

"As you wish," Sol growled.

He grabbed her hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh until he hit bone. He lined himself up.

"This is going to hurt," he warned, his voice rough. "You're tight. And I'm big."

"Just shove it in!" she screamed, slapping the fur.

He obliged and with a single, violent thrust, he fully buried himself to the hilt.

SLAM.

The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the hut. Evara's scream was a mixture of agony and pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Her arms gave out, and her face hit the furs, her ass sticking up in the air.

"AHHHHHHH!"

Sol froze, gritting his teeth. The sensation was overwhelming. She was tighter than he could have imagined. Her inner walls were rippling, spasming around his cock, milking him before he even moved, clamping and rippling with spasms. It was incredibly tight, hot, and wet.

But it wasn't just physical sensation.

The Vitality Transfer.

Sol gritted his teeth, holding himself still. The sensation was overwhelming. He felt the Vitality rushing into him like a broken dam. As it hit him like a flood. A torrent of energy rushed from her womb into his cock, traveling up his spine and finally exploding in his brain. It was raw life force. His fatigue vanished. The lingering soreness in his muscles evaporated. He felt his bones getting denser, his skin getting tougher.

"Relax," he commanded, slapping her ass. A bright red handprint bloomed on her pale cheek.

The pain, combined with the Ash-Grey command, snapped her out of the shock. She groaned, pushing back against him.

"You're so deep..." Evara moaned into the fur, her voice muffled. "It's so full. Sol... you're touching my womb... oh ancestors, Sol..."

"I'm not done," Sol hissed.

He began to move. He pulled out slowly, letting the friction burn, until only the tip remained inside. Then, he snapped his hips forward, slamming back in with brutal force.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The rhythm was animalistic. Sol wasn't making love; he was claiming territory. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so her back arched even further.

With every thrust, Sol felt his body hardening. The Primal Resonance was working overtime. His muscles swelled, his stamina refreshed. He felt like a machine, working tirelessly without fatigue or hunger.

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