Chapter 10: Abel's First Time Part 2 (R-18+) {Johan/Abellion's Flashback}
The room was a haze of exhaustion and lingering pleasure, the air thick with the musk of sweat and sex. Moonlight spilled through the half-drawn curtains, casting silver streaks across the tangled sheets and the two bodies entwined upon them. Abel lay sprawled across the bed, his golden-blond hair matted to his forehead with sweat, his purple eyes half-lidded and glassy. Every muscle in his body trembled, his chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. He could barely lift his arms, let alone summon the strength to push Olivia away—not that he'd ever had much luck with that.
Olivia hovered over him like a predator savoring its prey, her pink hair tumbling in disheveled waves around her shoulders, her green eyes alight with that same wicked, wolfish hunger that had undone him from the start. A faint shimmer of golden magic danced at her fingertips, crawling down his hips like warm water, sinking beneath his skin with a tingling hum that made his breath hitch. The regeneration spell pulsed through him, reigniting nerves he'd thought long since deadened by hours of relentless climax.
'No. No, no, no—' His mind screamed in protest, but his body betrayed him yet again, his cock twitching back to life despite the protest of his exhausted limbs.
"Let's continue, shall we?" Olivia purred, her voice a sugary-sweet venom that sent a shiver down his spine. Her smile widened, sharp and predatory, as she swung herself back onto his hips in one fluid motion. The heat of her thighs sliding over his made his entire body jolt, his overstimulated nerves lighting up like live wires.
"Olivia… seriously…" Abel muttered, his voice hoarse and cracking. He tried to lift his hands, to push her away, but his arms only trembled before collapsing back onto the mattress. "I'm not kidding, I'm—"
She planted her palm on his chest and pushed him down—not hard, but with just enough firmness to make his resistance crumble. "Shh," she whispered, lowering her face toward his until her lips barely brushed his. She shifted her hips, and he felt his cock twitch inside her, a traitorous spasm that sealed his fate. "Your body loves me more than you admit."
"Ghh—damn it—" Abel bit down on the rest of his protest as she lifted her hips and slammed down again. The wet slap of their bodies echoed through the room, stealing the last bit of oxygen from his lungs. Her warmth tightened around him, gleefully squeezing every inch of him like she wanted to wring him dry for the thirty-third time.
Olivia moaned, long and high, the sound cascading through the dimly lit room with obscene sweetness. Her pink hair whipped forward over her shoulders as she rode him, her body moving with a rhythm only a magically enhanced elven nymphomaniac could maintain. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her skin glowing in the moonlight, her mouth falling open as she practically sang his name in breathy, needy syllables.
"Ahhh—AAHH—Abelll—gods, yes—you're getting hard again—" she gasped, her voice trembling with delight. She dragged her nails down his chest, tracing little trails of red that stung just enough to make his hips jerk against his will.
"I'm not doing anything!" he growled weakly, though the snarl dissolved into a groan the moment she tightened around him. "My body's just—reacting—"
"To me," she finished, leaning down until her breasts pressed against his chest and her lips hovered at his ear. Her breath was warm, shivery, as she whispered, "It reacts because it wants me so badly. Even when you're tired. Even when you're begging to stop."
Abel cursed under his breath, his eyes squeezing shut as her tongue slid along the shell of his ear, slow and possessive. His hips bucked upward again, instinct overpowering exhaustion, and Olivia gave a delighted shudder as she took that opening and quickened her pace. Her wet heat clenched wildly around him as she bounced faster, harder, the bed creaking and rocking beneath them.
"Gods—Olivia—slow down—" he gasped, his voice cracking.
She didn't slow down. If anything, she became more relentless, her breath coming out in ragged, desperate little cries. Her thighs tightened around his hips as she used him like he'd truly become nothing but her personal toy. "You feel too good—you can't expect me to stop*—mmm*—not when you keep pulsing inside me like this*—hahh*—your cock keeps throbbing every time I say your name—*"
"Because you're practically milking me!" he snapped, his breath shuddering violently as she slammed down again, her slick folds clenching every time his voice rose.
"Then give me more," she whispered, her words dripping with heat. Her green eyes glowed as she lifted herself all the way up until only the tip of him remained inside her… and then dropped down with a wet, hungry schlk. "Give me everything you've got."
"Ohh—fff—Olivia—!*"
His hands flew up without thinking, gripping her hips as she ground down in slow, agonizing circles. Every rotation drew another tremor out of him until his legs shook uncontrollably. His chest heaved, his purple eyes rolling back for a moment as the regeneration spell pulsed again, refilling the strength he desperately wished would stay gone. Olivia's magic danced through him, lighting him up from the inside, teasing him back into hardness with every lingering spark.
She noticed the exact moment he reached full length again—her whole expression melted into pure, blissful euphoria. "There it is," she breathed, grinding down harder as she leaned back and ran her hands over her own breasts, squeezing them with a wanton moan. "My perfect little human filling me up again—so hard—so sensitive—so good—*"
Abel's fingers dug into her thighs, not to push her away but because the sensation was too overwhelming, too hot, too intense. The overstimulation hit him like a tidal wave. "You're—ngh—insane—you know that—?*"
"You love it," she shot back breathlessly, lifting her hips and slamming down harder. Her body shook with every wet collision of their skin. "Your cock loves me—your hips love me*—your moans love me*—everything about you screams for me, Abel, every time I fuck you like this—*"
He let out a strangled groan, the sound trapped between pleasure and surrender. Olivia leaned forward again, her lips crashing into his in a sloppy, dizzying kiss. Her tongue swept into his mouth with greedy hunger, tasting him, drinking every shaky breath he made. Her moan vibrated through the kiss, her hips tilting at a new angle that sent a jolt up his spine so violently he whimpered—actually whimpered—against her lips.
That made her shudder even harder. "Do that again," she whispered, kissing him deeper. "Whimper for me—I love that sound—*"
"I—Olivia—dammit—I can't—*"
"You can," she whispered, her hips beginning to piston in frantic, desperate thrusts that made the bed slam against the wall. "You always can when it's for me."
The room filled with wet, rhythmic slaps, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Her voice rose into high, breathy cries that trembled with every movement. Abel could barely breathe, barely think, every second blurring into the next as she rode him with wild, unrestrained abandon.
He could feel it building again—the unbearable pressure coiling in his gut, the twitch in his hips, the familiar pulse at the base of his spine. "Olivia—I'm gonna—I'm—*"
"Yes—yes—yes—do it—" she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as she rode him faster. "Cum for me again—fill me again—I want every drop—every bit of it—don't hold back—Abel—Abel—Abel—!*"
His head fell back, his mouth opening in a soundless cry before his voice finally tore free in a shaking, breathless groan as he came again. Hot and hard, spilling into her with a force that made her whole body seize up in ecstatic shivers. Olivia screamed his name, her nails dragging across his chest as she came with him, her slick walls clamping down around him in a tight, trembling rhythm that sent shockwaves through his overstimulated body.
It felt endless. It felt like she was squeezing everything out of him again.
When he finally collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving violently, Olivia slumped against him, panting hard. Her pink hair stuck to his throat as she licked sweat off his skin with a satisfied little hum.
But after a long, slow breath, she lifted her head—her green eyes glowing with renewed mischief.
"…you know," she whispered, tracing his jaw with one finger, "that was thirty-three."
"Thirty-three… too many…" he muttered, his voice shredded.
"And," she continued sweetly, "I'm not done."
He stared at her in horror and disbelief, his purple eyes wide, his mouth opening but no sound coming out before the faint glow of magic shimmered at his hips again. The regeneration spell flared to life, heating his veins, tingling across his groin with traitorous vitality.
His cock twitched.
Hard.
Olivia's grin spread slow and wicked.
"There it is," she purred, sliding her hips down until she felt the head of him press against her again. "Thirty-four."
And she sank onto him.
Olivia's descent was slow, deliberate, a gliding motion that made Abel's breath catch in his throat. Her tight warmth wrapped around him inch by inch, her slick folds parting to swallow his length until her hips pressed flush against his. A strangled, shuddering groan escaped him, his muscles twitching beneath her as his body betrayed him yet again. His nerves sparked with overstimulation so intense his toes curled into the sheets.
"Nh—Olivia—*" he rasped, his head rolling back against the pillows as his purple eyes fluttered. "I can't—you're gonna kill me—"
She bent forward, her palms sliding up his chest, her nails dragging lightly over his skin. Her green eyes gleamed with that soft, wicked delight that made his stomach drop. "Don't be dramatic," she whispered, leaning down to give his lips a teasing brush of hers. "If you died from this, humans would've gone extinct centuries ago."
He let out a breathless, helpless laugh—just before she lifted her hips and dropped again.
The bed jolted. His lungs seized. A raw, broken groan burst out of him.
"There it is," she cooed, rolling her hips once, slow and deliberately sinful. "Every time—every single time—your voice cracks just like that. Abel… it drives me insane."
Her pink hair fell forward as she rode him again, this time with a rhythm that struck a devastating balance between slow grinding and sudden downward thrusts. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, each collision a slick, obscene slap that made Abel's stomach clench.
He dug his fingers into the blankets, his knuckles whitening. "You're too tight—too much—ngh—gods—*"
"That's the point." She lifted her hips and slammed down harder, her thighs tightening around him. "If it wasn't too much, you wouldn't make such delicious noises."
He squeezed his eyes shut as she angled her hips, finding the exact spot inside her that made him twitch uncontrollably. She rode that angle mercilessly, panting softly, her breasts bouncing with every sharp collision of their hips.
"Feel that?" she whispered, leaning in to lick a bead of sweat from his collarbone. "Right there. I can feel every little tremor—every pulse—every moment you're about to lose control…"
She circled her hips again, slow and grinding, and Abel choked on a moan that shivered out of him.
"That's it," she breathed against his throat. "Don't hold it in. I want to hear everything."
He tried—gods, he tried—to bite his tongue, to grit his teeth, anything to keep even a shred of dignity. But she changed her rhythm again, her hips rising higher, her descent sharper, her slick folds gripping him like she meant to wring him out until he sobbed. His restraint snapped with a punishingly loud groan that tore from somewhere deep in his chest.
"There we go," she whispered, tightening around him in pulses. "That sounds like thirty-four."
She didn't give him a second to recover. She planted her hands beside his head, leaned in until her breasts pressed against his chest, and began riding him harder, faster. Each motion was a ruthless slap of wet heat that sent waves of sensation ripping through his tired body.
"Olivia—slow—slow down—" he begged, his voice cracking.
She kissed him. Not sweetly. Not gently. Her mouth crashed onto his with starving, possessive heat, her tongue pushing past his lips as she devoured his breath, swallowing every broken groan he made. The kiss was messy, loud, desperate—a mixture of saliva and panting breaths that made his head spin. Her lips dragged against his in dizzying motions as her body bounced on him again and again.
When she finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva clung between their mouths before snapping against her chin. She licked her lips slowly, her eyes hazy with lust.
"I want you deeper," she whispered.
He barely had time to comprehend the words before she reached back, grabbed his thighs, lifted her own hips higher, and dropped down so hard the entire bed frame slammed into the wall with a thunderous crack.
"AAAH—Olivia—!*" he shouted, his voice breaking.
She moaned right with him, loud and unrestrained, her nails digging into his chest. "Yes—yes—oh gods—you feel so—so—full—Abel—mmnh—!*"
Her rhythm became manic, her hips pounding down with frantic need. Each thrust was wetter and tighter than the last, her elven stamina letting her move with inhuman speed. Abel's hips began jerking up into her, not by choice but by sheer overstimulated reflex. Every plunge made his vision spark with white.
She leaned back, her hands braced on his thighs, her body arching beautifully as she rode him harder. Her pink hair cascaded down her back like a wild waterfall of silk, her breasts bouncing freely with each movement, sending delicious tremors across her lithe, slender frame.
Her breathing came fast, sharp, needy.
"Abel—Abel—look at me—" she gasped.
He forced his eyes open, barely able to focus.
"I want to see your face when you cum again," she moaned, her hips slamming down at a brutal rhythm. "I want your expression burned into me—I want to feel you—spilling inside me—again—and again—and again—ahh—!*"
She squeezed around him, tight and slick and trembling, and his hips bucked violently.
"Don't—don't—Olivia—I'm—I'm—!*"
"Yes—cum—cum—do it—fill me—again—Abel—Abel—Abel—!*"
He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging in with frantic desperation. The release hit him like lightning, ripping his breath from his lungs. His body arched up off the bed as the climax tore through him with brutal force.
She screamed his name as she came with him, her back arching, her thighs trembling. Her walls clamped down in spasms around him so tight he almost blacked out. Her whole body shook violently, the orgasm pulsing through her like magic itself.
He collapsed back to the bed, his chest heaving, his limbs shaking uncontrollably.
Olivia slumped over him, her breath warm against his throat, her body trembling through the aftershocks—before she lifted her head slowly, a new flush spreading over her cheeks.
"…thirty-five," she whispered.
"No—" he croaked. "Olivia. No. Please. Please, for the love of—"
A soft, familiar glow shimmered around her hands. She placed her palm on his hip.
The regeneration spell surged through him.
He felt it immediately.
Strength flooding back.
Magic buzzing.
Heat sparking in his groin.
His cock twitched.
Then stiffened.
Then hardened.
Instantly.
He stared at her in silent, wide-eyed horror, his chest still shuddering from his last climax.
Olivia's smile widened—slow, sweet, merciless.
"You're hard again," she whispered, sliding down his body in a sinuous flow, her hands gliding over his thighs. "And I haven't even given you a break for thirty seconds."
She wrapped her fingers around his freshly-hard, overstimulated length.
He whimpered.
Actually whimpered.
Her eyes lit up.
"Oh," she breathed, licking her lips. "That sound… that one right there… that means thirty-six is going to be perfect."
She lowered her head between his legs.
And took him into her mouth.
The warmth of her lips wrapped around him, her tongue swirling in slow, deliberate strokes that made his hips jerk involuntarily. Abel's fingers tangled in her hair, not to pull her away but to anchor himself to something—anything—as the world spun around him. Olivia hummed in delight, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through his overstimulated body.
'I can't—I can't take anymore—' His thoughts were a broken, desperate litany, but his body betrayed him yet again, his cock throbbing in her mouth as she took him deeper.
Olivia pulled back with a wet pop, her lips glistening. "Mmm… thirty-six," she murmured, her green eyes gleaming with triumph. "Let's see how far we can go, my dear Abel."
And with that, she sank onto him once more, her hips rolling in a rhythm that promised no mercy, no end—only the endless, intoxicating cycle of pleasure and surrender.
The night stretched on, the moon watching silently as two bodies moved in a dance as old as time itself—one relentless, the other helplessly, deliciously ensnared.