Euralle Night of Pleasure

 When the alchemist came to her sense, she was both mortified and pleased. The former for having such a reaction from her first sex, to point she drenched the bed and the two of them, at the lower part, that is.

 Pleased because it is better than she had thought. The pleasure from doing it still tingling in her bones, as her lower cavern still twitched on occasion, feeling good from the pleasure.

 Ian stroke her cheek, Euralle leaned on it as she let out a ragged breath. He kissed her, one she returned before asking, "Do you want to go on another round?"

 The alchemist thought of the request before shaking her head. Ian understood, even if he wanted to continue and was about to pull out when her legs and arms wrapped around him.

 "What?" hearing his confused voice, she explained.

 "I don't want to go on another round. I want to have more rounds, until I faint from the pleasure, or when you are fully satisfied. I want you pound my sex until it is sore. I want you to do me until I can't even feel my legs. So, I don't want to go on just one round, I want to go on multiple rounds,"

 Hearing her words, Ian felt like his blood igniting as he let out growl before thrusting deeper inside the alchemist. The penetration, going deeper than he ever did before cause her to climax again, her eyes rolling as moan slip out her tongue.

 Yet, Ian did not stop. Euralle had asked him to do it until she was unconscious, and he planned to deliver. Though that does not mean he will do it to the point of unconsciousness. At least too quickly.

 After all, he want to make her go mad with pleasure, and make it consume her to the point she crave it, and that is something he cannot do if Euralle was knocked out in just an hour.

 However, her inexperience would make it even harder for him to keep her somewhat conscious, but he do love him some challenge.

 Another kiss before entering and she burst out like a broken dam, squealing as her lower cavern let out torrents of love juice, her head spinning from the overwhelming pleasure.

 "You already climax twice. And I don't even get serious yet," whether she heard him or not is not something he care about, as he was about to knock her out with pleasure anyway.

 Ian proceed to pummel her inside with precise strike, aiming for her sensitive spots and causing her to scream, pleasure rushing through her body with each strike on her sweet spot.

 It get to the point in just 10 minutes, she no longer able to speak coherently, instead blabbering nonsense as her mouth were wide open, drools falling out of it.

 Seeing her open mouth, the mage took in as an invitation, kissing her deeply, dominating the absent minded woman with ease. She could only moan in return, to out of it to react.

 However, he did not plan to let her off easy. Since he did not know of any spell that could wake her up, instead, he goes for the more physical approach. His fingers find both of her nipples before pinching and twisting it, causing her eyes to shot open as she yelped.

 "Looks like someone woke up," he said to the groggy alchemist, who glared at him, but he did not paid it any mind. After all, his next thrust would wake her up or knock her out, and it is up for the alchemist.

 His next penetration hit a deeper sweet spot, causing her tongue to shot out, as she let out grunt. Ian put his hand behind her aching back, supporting it before making her sit upwards, allowing him access to her pretty lips.

 As the two kissed, his hands find her butt, something he took opportunity off and gave it a squeeze, another moan escaping her throat.

 With the position changing from lying on bed to sitting on his lap, the mage took the chance to blunt her of his shaft, his hands on her rear helping with the bouncing. He groaned with each bounce, as her inside squeezed her in the best way possible.

 As for Euralle, she was more or less conscious, able to feel his shaft inside of her, yet unable to feel anything or think at all at the current moment, to preoccupied by him making sure to scrap every sweet spot she had.

 Of course, aside from striking her from her inside, Ian also targeted her outside, admiring the curve on her body. From her large breast that someone her height should not have, to her supple rear, that filled perfectly in his hand.

 "Tomorrow, I am going to turn your butt bright red," he growled. For today though, he just have to be content with gripping it as tightly as possible, earning him another moan as he did so.

 As he bounce her on his shaft, her breast did the same thing, jiggling and swaying from the force of his bouncing. Seeing this, Ian decide to let his hip do the job and instead have his hand dealt with her enticing breast.

 While it do slow down her being bounced like a basketball, it did allow him to feel up her large breast. It is smaller than Fiona, but still larger than Ana, or he guessed. In the end, it still could not fit in his hand.

 The hand room shifted to her waist, intending to continue with bouncing her of his shaft. After all, he could feel he is going to bust out a load, the first time for the night, and he intend to fill the stacked alchemist on top of him.

 Another growl escape his mouth as he target her lips, another deep kiss before his thrust get a lot faster. The poor alchemist could only moan as she felt like she is going to be split from the shaft pushing deeper inside of her.

 As the thrust quicken, Ian let out his seed inside of her, the hot feeling inside her womb caused her to moan as an orgasm hit her like a truck, her eyes rolling back as she climax from the sensation of being filled by his seed.

 Yet, even as the two climax, Ian keep on his bouncing, prolonging their climax until it ended a minute later, the pink-haired girl laying his head on his shoulder, breathing heavily as she tried to recover from fatigue.

 Yet, before she could do so, Ian turned her head towards him and growl, "Don't think this is over yet. After all, you are still conscious," soon, the room was filled with more moaning and grunting, and will not stop until 2 hours from sunrise, after Euralle had long fainted from the pleasure.