Idris felt a warm, enveloping wetness invade him instantly. The woman's mouth closed around his rigid cock, her soft, hot lips sliding along the entire length with surprising eagerness. She swallowed deeply, her throat contracting slightly around the swollen glans, sending raw waves of pleasure shooting through him like lightning.
"Mmmh...", she moaned softly, the sound vibrating against his sensitive skin, while another drop of saliva escaped the corner of her mouth and landed on the dusty floor of the abandoned room.
He gasped, hands gripping the edge of the desk behind him, his body still weak from the long sleep awakening to this intense stimulation. "Fuck... what the hell are you doing?" he murmured in a hoarse voice, but his hips arched involuntarily, pushing deeper into the heat of her mouth.
She didn't answer verbally; instead, she slowly pulled back, her tight lips forming a perfect ring around the veined shaft, then slid forward again, sucking with an instinctive curiosity that made him groan loudly. "Ahh... shit..."
Her chestnut eyes, shining with fascination, lifted toward him intermittently, as if studying every reaction on his face.
"She had never seen a man?" he suddenly understood.
"In this ravaged world, maybe the survivors were all women, or men had disappeared for generations. The idea hit him like a whip, mixing shock and primitive excitement."
Her rough, exploratory tongue licked the underside of his cock, tracing the prominent veins, and she let out another muffled moan: "Hnnn...". The sound echoed in the empty room, amplifying the pounding of his heart.
Idris tried to hold back, but his body, deprived of human contact for five centuries, betrayed his will. His cock throbbed in the stranger's mouth, hardening even more, the glans bumping against the back of her throat.
She coughed slightly, a trickle of saliva running down her chin, but she didn't stop. On the contrary, she sped up the rhythm, her head bobbing up and down with fierce determination, her chestnut hair sweeping across his bare stomach.
Each suck sent pure jolts of pleasure into his loins, making his legs tremble. "Shit... it's... too good...", he growled, one hand instinctively moving down to grab her hair, gently guiding her movements.
She seemed to enjoy it, because her moan deepened: "Mmmph... ahh...". Her hands, firm from handling the bow, gripped his muscular thighs, spreading them slightly to get closer. Idris felt her nails dig into his skin, a hint of pain that only intensified the fire rising inside him. The coarse tunic she wore slipped off one shoulder, revealing a firm, round breast, the nipple hardened by budding excitement. He couldn't help but stare at the sight, his gaze sliding over the curve of her hip, over the fabric stretched tight across her bouncing ass.
Suddenly, she released his cock with a wet "pop", a strand of saliva still connecting her swollen lips to the glistening glans. She panted, looking at him with eyes veiled by curious desire. "This is... what the old texts talk about?" she murmured, her voice breathless, almost childlike in its innocence.
"It gets hard... and it throbs like a..." She brushed the base of his sex with her fingertips, following the vein that pulsed furiously, and Idris jolted, another moan escaping him. "Yeah... it's... for pleasure, and for... reproducing", he explained in a broken voice, trying to catch his breath.
"Aren't there any more men? For you to be so surprised by my dick?"
But she didn't wait for his full question. Her curiosity took over; she leaned in again, licking the glans like one would taste a forbidden fruit. Her tongue swirled around the slit, lapping up the drop of pre-cum that was already beading, and she moaned louder: "Haa... salty... but good...".
The sound vibrated directly against his sensitivity, making him arch his back. Idris swore inwardly – this woman, wild and primitive, was sucking him like it was a primordial discovery.
"The men.... HAHH are hmmmnn... All dead..." She finally said as her lips closed around him again, engulfing half his length this time, sucking with a voracity that made him see stars.
The laboratory, with its rusted capsules and cracked screens, seemed to disappear around them. Only this raw, carnal moment mattered: the heat of her mouth, the wet slide of her saliva running down his balls, the light scrape of her teeth against the taut skin.
She sped up, her head bobbing frantically, producing obscene noises "Slurp... slurp..." that filled the stagnant air. Idris growled, his hips thrusting forward, fucking her mouth with an urgency he could no longer contain.
"Fuck... yes... just like that...", he panted, feeling he was close.
But she stopped abruptly, pulling back to observe his glistening cock, covered in her saliva. "Wait... the texts say there's more...", she murmured, cheeks flushing. She sprang up fluidly, her bow slapping against her back, and quickly undid the ties of her tunic.
The fabric fell to her feet, revealing her naked body, sculpted by survival: heavy breasts with erect nipples, flat stomach marked by fine scars, powerful thighs framing a mound of Venus covered in chestnut bush.
Her sex already glistened with wetness, swollen lips betraying her own arousal. Idris swallowed, his gaze devouring every curve, his cock twitching in anticipation.
"Come... show me the rest", she said in a low voice, almost an order, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him toward a pile of moss that served as an improvised bed. She lay on her back, spreading her legs shamelessly, exposing her pink and soaked pussy.
"This is... how it's done, right? To unite bodies?" Idris didn't hesitate; his body reacted before his mind. He knelt between her thighs, rubbing his glans against her wet lips, feeling the heat radiating from her entrance. She moaned instantly: "Ahhn... yes... it's hot..."
He pushed slowly, penetrating her in one smooth thrust. Her pussy was tight, virgin to any male experience, contracting around him like a velvet vice.
"Shit... you're so tight...", he growled, sinking to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass. She cried out in pleasure mixed with surprise: "Aaaah! It's... big... it fills everything!"
Her nails scratched his back, pulling him closer, and he began to move, slow thrusts at first, savoring every centimeter of friction.
Soon the rhythm accelerated. Idris pounded her hard, his hips slapping against hers in a primal tempo