The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chloe obeyed without a word, her body shifting gracefully as she straddled my waist. The moment her pelvis met mine, she began to rub herself along the length of my hardened cock, the thin fabric of her shorts scraping over my sensitive shaft. The sensation was coarse—raw even—but oddly satisfying. That friction, mixed with her heat, stirred something primal inside me.

Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps—panting like an animal in heat. She leaned forward, her lips parted, tongue brushing her upper lip as she whispered, voice trembling with uncontainable lust.

"I want to be covered with that musky smell again..."

Her words sent a low pulse through my cock. Chloe had a deep, unrelenting fetish for scent—specifically, the smell of my cock, my sweat, my sperm. Right now, it drove her wild.

Her movements became more aggressive. She pushed her hips forward with greater pressure, grinding down on me while her palms flattened against my chest for leverage. Her rhythm turned fluid yet urgent, as though she was chasing the high before we even began.

"Haaa... Haa... That smell..." she moaned, saliva beginning to leak from the corner of her lips. Her tongue lolled out slightly, glistening with drool.

Watching her like this—this undone, intoxicated version of her—pulled a smirk from my lips.

"I'm quite tired from the earlier fights," I said, voice calm yet firm. "So you'll do the moving."

Chloe's eyes fluttered, and she swallowed the thick strand of saliva stretching from her lip to her chin. She wiped the rest away with the back of her hand, then reached down to her shorts. They clung tightly to her hips—so short they barely counted as clothing. It was more accurate to call them underwear.

Still panting, she used her fingers to pull the shorts aside, dragging the crotch of her panties along with it, revealing the glistening slit of her pussy to the open air. A fresh wave of heat rose between us.

She adjusted herself above me, slipping my cock between her thighs. Her fingers wrapped around it first, stroking with deliberate slowness. The moment her hand made contact, I felt a wet warmth—her arousal clinging to me like syrup. The scent hit immediately. Sweet, with a sharp tang that made my head swim.

Raising her hips, she aligned the swollen tip of my cock with her entrance. Then, with agonizing slowness, she sank her hips downward.

Her folds gave way, slick and welcoming. Inch by inch, her pussy parted to accept me, stretching around my cock with delicious resistance. I felt her walls twitch and flex, clinging tighter with every inch until her ass settled against my hips. I was buried to the hilt, the head of my cock snug against her cervix.

"Aaahhnnnn...~!"

Chloe's back arched violently, a tremor coursing up her spine as the sensation overwhelmed her. Her nails dug into my chest, eyes rolling slightly as she gasped.

"That feels good~...!" she moaned, beginning to grind her hips in slow, deliberate circles, her body trying to milk every ounce of sensation from the depth. Her pussy squeezed and released, squeezing again in a perfect rhythm. "Ah... As expected, I really love your smell...~"

Her panting filled the space, each gasp growing louder, throatier. Luckily, Zes was still snoring in the background, masking some of her heavy breaths—but that wouldn't last. Soon, the sounds of her moans would eclipse everything.

I reached for the hem of her shirt and handed it to her.

"Bite into this," I instructed, my tone leaving no room for argument.

Obediently, she took it into her mouth. As she bit down, her shirt lifted, exposing the curve of her toned stomach and the full swell of her breasts. I had seen them before, but even now they stunned me—unreasonably large, bouncing with every breath. Compared to the melons of my other women, hers were truly watermelons—massive, heavy, and utterly irresistible.

She stared down at me, lust brimming in her purple eyes. Her bangs had parted just enough to give me a full view of her face—those beauty marks scattered delicately across her flushed skin only enhanced her erotic aura.

"Haaa... I'm going to move... I want that smell... to paint me again~..." she panted, lifting her hips and slamming them back down onto my cock. The impact sent a deep, electric pleasure up my spine.

"Ahnnn...!"

Each motion was a sharp contrast—her pussy going from tightly closed to stretched wide around me, then back again. Wet, noisy friction filled the room.

The rhythm had only just begun.

Even though I had just whispered for her to keep quiet and bite down on the hem of her shirt, she disobeyed almost instantly—her moans spilling out as if she'd thrown my request to the wind. Her top was still pulled up, exposing her bare, trembling breasts, their soft mounds rising and falling with every shallow, needy breath she took. Her nipples were hard and glistening, twitching slightly with each thrust.

"Ahhhn, ahh, ahh, yaann, aaahn, ahh, ah, ahhh, ahhh, ahn, ahh, ahh, ahhh, ahh~!"

The sensation of her pussy was nothing short of divine—slick with arousal, velvety soft, and tight in all the right ways. Every time I pushed deeper, I could feel the textured beads embedded along her inner walls rubbing against the length of my cock, sending sharp jolts of pleasure up my spine. It was addictive. Her body felt like it was sculpted by lust itself—every curve, every moan, every clench of her insides was a testament to how perfect she was for fucking. This wasn't just sex—it was madness. Her tight little cunt was driving me insane.

"Ahhnn, ahh, ah, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, yaann~, ahh, ahh, ahh, ah, ah… It feels really good~..! That smell…~! That musky… thick smell…!"

Drool slipped from the corner of her parted lips, glistening down her chin as her eyes rolled back in intoxicated bliss. Her hips jerked and rolled, her movements becoming wild, unrestrained. She was chasing something—craving that musky, masculine scent that clung to the air between us. She wanted it thicker, stronger. Her hunger for it made her move even harder, grinding her soaked pussy down on my cock like a woman starved.

"I want a stronger smell than this!"

Her rhythm changed—shifting from bouncing up and down to a feverish back-and-forth motion, her hips slamming forward with a new desperation. The way her pussy gripped me made my cock feel like it was flicking on and off—each thrust triggering a switch inside her, each motion turning up the heat. It felt fucking good—so damn good I was barely holding it together.

Then she spun her hips, shifting into a slow, hypnotic circular motion. The change made my cock swirl along her inner walls, dragging across every sensitive ridge. Her pussy hugged me, squeezed me, milked me as if it never wanted to let go.

"Ahhn, ah, ah, ahhn, ah, ah, ahhhn, ahh~…! Ahh, ahh, ahh, ah…! It feels good…! I want it… I want it! I want it!"

Chloe was unrelenting now—completely immersed in pleasure, her body trembling and slick with sweat. I was captivated by her, by the way she instinctively shifted her movements, each new rhythm bringing a different kind of bliss.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahnnn, ahhh…! It really feels good~…! Ahnnn! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!"

Her moans were louder now, echoing through the dim room with raw intensity. I could still faintly hear Zes snoring in the background, her breathing steady, undisturbed. Maybe it was exhaustion from the earlier battle that kept her in deep sleep, despite the sounds of wet skin slapping, the lewd squelching, and Chloe's wanton cries.

Zoey was sleeping next to us as as well.

But I wasn't entirely convinced. Zoey had her back turned, facing away from us, but the way her shoulders were slightly trembling... it wasn't from sleep. No—I could tell, even without seeing her face. She was definitely awake.

***

Zoey's POV

There was no way I could sleep.

At first, it was the chaos of earlier—the overwhelming fear from nearly being killed by the military, my own father leading the charge, and then… finding myself in a different world. The weight of it all had kept my eyes wide open, heart pounding in my chest.

But then, just when I thought things couldn't get more surreal, Chloe had approached Leon. She climbed on top of him without shame and boldly declared that she wanted sex.

I couldn't begin to fathom what possessed her in that moment. Her reasoning? She was horny.

I had foolishly assumed Leon would reject her—show a shred of decency or restraint. But instead, he nonchalantly stated he wasn't hard… and then told her to make him hard. What shocked me more was how she obeyed without hesitation, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. There was no delicacy between them. None.

Why would they ever think having sex in a room where others were trying to sleep was acceptable?

Then they started.

I wanted to scream at them—to tell them to stop. But my voice never came. I was frozen, paralyzed by disbelief and something else I didn't want to admit.

My heart was racing like mad. I kept my back turned, face buried in my arm, but I didn't need to see. I could hear everything. Every slick sound, every obscene moan—it all painted a vivid image in my mind whether I wanted it or not.

And then… my body began to feel strangely hot.

I swallowed thickly as saliva pooled inside my mouth. My thighs rubbed together unconsciously, a warmth blooming between them. My breath trembled. It was as if something inside me had awakened—something primal, something I didn't want to name.

Something that felt like I was being slowly and silently possessed.