Free Web NovelChapter 43: _Chaos Doesn’t Sleep
(MORE SMUT!)
In his past life, Ambrose had been quite versatile when it came to sex. Playing only one role in bed, according to him, was boring.
All that being said... right now as Devon pressed his dick slowly into him, the feeling was unlike anything he’d experienced as Benji Foster.
He gasped, gripping his shoulders hard as the full length went inch by inch. Devon’s other hand held his waist, keeping him steady on top of him.
Ambrose’s legs trembled, a ragged breath leaving him. He glanced up, dragging shaky inhales and exhaling heavily as sweat trickled down his forehead.
Fuck, Devon was just too big. Definitely the biggest he’s ever taken. Not to mention that this wasn’t his original body so he wasn’t really used to—
"Argh." He jerked forward when the Esper’s cock finally drove all the way in. Devon kept him in place, pulling back the hand he’d been using to guide his dick.
"Shh." The Esper placed a finger on his lips, a sly grin on his face. "Just breathe. And relax."
All Ambrose could do was nod as Devon adjusted himself. He pulled out slowly, letting the Guide’s asshole stretch with each movement.
Then he slammed back in again—this time harder and much faster. Ambrose nearly fell but managed to keep his back straightened, biting his bottom lip.
Devon’s pace quickened. The sound of his hip slapping against Ambrose’s round ass echoed through the room, sometimes making him conscious of Orion.
However, when Ambrose lost his balance, falling on top of Devon with a shuddering breath... the S-Rank lost control. His fingers constricted around the edges of his waist, jaw working as he made the Guide bounce on his dick.
"Fuck, Ambrose," he groaned, a hand slowly wrapping around Ambrose’s cock. "You’re so fucking tight. Let me stretch that pretty little hole for you."
Ambrose grunted, pain, pleasure and something deeper exploding in his chest. They all mixed until all he felt was pure ecstasy.
Soon, Ambrose took control, lifting his body off Devon’s. He grabbed the Esper’s jaw, kissing him roughly while the latter’s back and forth movement reached a new peak.
Then Ambrose brushed back his hair, as he placed both hands on either side of the bed. He rode Devon’s cock, every shift hitting his g-spot harder.
He was close. Again.
[Attraction Points: 89%.]
"Fuck, Rose," Devon’s eyes shut as minutes bled before them. He wrapped an arm around Ambrose’s waist, lifting himself off the bed and lying the Guide on his back.
Ambrose’s legs hooked on the Esper’s shoulders, his breath hitching when he pulled out. Only to slam into him with so much force that his dick twitched.
"I–I’m close..." he stuttered but Devon stole the rest of his words with a kiss.
The link thrummed with something heavy, both their aether energies dancing between them like twin stars. The bed creaked underneath them.
And then—
—Ambrose came undone, his hot seed splattering on his chest and Devon’s while he convulsed like he was being electrocuted.
He arched, Devon torturing his now sensitive body by pressing kisses on his chest and nipples. The Esper’s body vibrated.
Without him saying a thing Ambrose could tell he was close to his climax as well.
"F–Fuck—" just as expected, Devon spasmed, pulling out in the last second.
His come was massive, spilling on the bed sheets as his body kept on shaking over Ambrose. He blinked, gaze pinning on the Guide beneath him.
His Guide.
Devon didn’t even realise when a smirk crept up his mouth. "See? I told you you’d get the hang of it."
Ambrose’s cheeks burned. He looked away, mind flashing with images of all they had just done. All HE just did.
"Fuck you, Devon."
They both laughed as Devon crawled to his side, lying with his eyes on the ceiling. Ambrose smiled to himself, a calm breath slipping past his nose.
Suddenly, two large arms grabbed him from behind. They turned him around until he found his head lying on the chest of the S-Rank Esper beside him.
Ambrose’s breath ceased. Just for a moment.
Then, "I... I thought you’d want to freshen up? Have that bath you were talking about."
Devon’s chest rose once before falling. "Yeah. But this is also fine. You. Me," before he could stop himself, he pressed a kiss on Ambrose’s face. "Here. We can bathe later or in the morning."
Little did the Esper realise how much those words warmed Ambrose’s chest.
For the first time since his transmigration... he didn’t just feel wanted. He felt truly cared for. Dare he say loved?
Because flashing before his eyes now was a system notification that shouldn’t have stunned him as much as it did.
[Attraction Points have hit 100%!]
[OPTIONAL MISSION COMPLETED!]
[REWARD: Copy of Devon’s Esper abilities, total fire resistance skill and +5 points added to your stamina.]
[Would the host like to see his total stats?]
Even as Aura spoke, Ambrose could feel a change in his body. Something warm and soothing flowed through his veins and bones.
However...
’Decline till morning, Aura,’ his eyes fluttered shut lazily as the god of sleep sprinkled his dust on him. ’I... want to take some well-deserved shut eye.’
And as the unlikely duo of one transmigrated C-Rank Guide and one S-rank Esper slept off in each other’s arms—
—Miles away, chaos didn’t sleep. It was awake.
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Norfolk, Virginia.
Smoke, ash and soot rose from what was left of the harbour. Bodies littered the ground, many unrecognisable. Some had the uniforms of local Guilds on them. Their eyes were still wide with horror, as if they couldn’t believe their own pitiful demise.
The parts of the city closest to the harbour had been completely evacuated, leaving the place deserted like a ghost town.
Standing on one of the rooftops, however, was a man who’d grown so used to the presence of death. So much so that this scenery felt like home.
Valentine’s eyes scoured through the wrecked buildings and the bipedal monsters walking on the streets. Then his eyes locked on the pitch-black Rift pulsing over the sea.
Helicopters and battle ships from different nearby top Guilds already surrounded the Rift, the water around it bubbling and even blacker than it.
"This is even more thrilling than I thought," he muttered, head tilting.
Because beneath the waters was a presence. So powerful that even he watched with hesitation.
"This... aura..." his eyes darted. "I haven’t felt a monster this powerful in years."
One thing was certain to him now.
Whatever was lurking within the waters of Norfolk now... was not a mere S-Rank dungeon boss
