Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP Chapter 430 : The Wrong Sky

He began giving her short deliberate injections of cock straight against her womb gate. Each time the thick head kissed her cervix Amane’s back arched hard off the sheets.

"Nngh...! Aahh...! Hnnn...!"

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The contact sent a sharp mix of pain and heavy pleasure through her that made her unused walls suddenly flood with thick creamy lubrication.

The fluid was heavier and more slippery than normal, a clear sign she was near the start of her cycle.

With every slow thrust that creamy butter kept being pushed out around his shaft, coating him and dripping onto the sheets in sticky strands.

Schlick... plap... schlick...

He kept that same slow churning rhythm for several long minutes, watching her take more of him each time, the tight ring of her entrance stretching and clinging to every ridge.

Until the pressure at the base of his cock became impossible to ignore. Jax hurriedly pulled out with a wet plop, rose up on his knees above her, and stroked himself through the finish.

Thick rounds of cum spurted across her small breasts and chest while Amane lay there gasping, legs still open, the creamy evidence of how thoroughly he had stirred her slowly leaking from her freshly stretched hole.

Amane lay there breathing hard, her body still twitching from the leftover heat and the sudden itchy emptiness in her freshly used pussy.

Jax settled beside her and pulled her back into his arms, giving a slow lick across the side of her shoulder where the skin had turned a deep blushing red.

His tongue kept moving, tracing a wet teasing path up the curve of her neck and higher toward her lips.

Before he could reach her mouth Amane pushed his face away with one hand and spoke with anger. "This is so unfair... you gave your all to every single girl. Even with that lieutenant you put in so much effort that she left covered in marks she will remember for days.

"Why am I the only one you decide to hold back with? Do I look that fragile to you? Why do they get the real you while I get this careful version?"

Jax said smiling, "The answer lies in your question itself. The part where you said other girls. You are not some random girl. You are the only girl and the difference.

"They were bodies I was forced to accept, nothing more. But you are not a body to me, Amane. You are the soul that remained visible even after everything else inside me was erased."

"And how could I treat that soul the same way I treated bodies that meant nothing to me? How could I ever bear to be the one who makes that soul suffer in pain."

The heavy feeling in Amane’s chest eased. She immediately pulled his head down, wrapped her arms around him, and gave him a deep kiss.

Then she forced herself to calm down, clearly pulling back from whatever fairy-tale image had started forming in her mind. She cleared her throat and spoke with flustered determination.

"I understand what you are saying. But do not start treating me like I am fragile. For your kind information, I am the strongest spear wielder on this entire continent and the youngest commander a royal battalion has ever had."

Saying so she laid on Jax, resting her face on his thighs close enough to feel the strong musky smell of his dick still standing and said, "I order you to not stop until either of us is drained out."

Jax said, "Relax comman... I mean Amane, we should not rush it. We have more than enough time ahead of us."

Amane who was about to lick his dick pushed herself back on her knees and said with hard yet emotional tone, "You don’t get it. We don’t have the luxury of time. So I need you to fuck me hard enough as if it’s the end of the world."

Jax said, "Don’t say things like that. You are making it as if we would never meet again."

Amane said, "Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. You don’t know what lies ahead of you and you don’t know what lies ahead of me. But I do know this much: not every person we come to love is someone life intends to leave beside us."

"Sometimes two lives cross at the wrong time, under the wrong sky, and the cruelest part is realizing how right it could have been if fate had simply allowed it to happen differently."

"Same goes for us after tonight as no matter what impossible you or I pull we will never end up together."

Seeing her in pain Jax pulled her from her arms making her fall above him and said while brushing her hairs from her face, "Then let it be the wrong time. Let it be the wrong sky. I don’t care. You said fate never intended for us to be together but fate isn’t the one holding you right now. I am. And as long as I can still choose, I won’t choose to let you go."

"And you’re wrong about me not knowing my future, because I can see through it too. I may not know what waits for me beyond tomorrow, but somehow, when I look past all of it, I can still see a future with you."

"And for that..." He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "For that love, I will make the impossible possible. If the world refuses to give us that future, then I will carve one out for us myself."

He added while both their naked bodies pressed against one another, "You gave me a reason to live again, a reason to fight for. The man who once welcomed his own ending now has something waiting for him beyond it. And perhaps that is the cruelest gift you could have given me... because now I have something worth defying fate for."

Amane rested her teary cheek on his face and smiled. "Hold your horses dear, I only accepted your wish to spend the night not sign myself up for the rest of my life. As far as I remember, you never even gave me a proper love proposal to accept."

She rubbed her cheek against his chest and let out a quiet breath. "So let’s not make things any more difficult than they already are. I don’t think my poor heart can survive another dramatic speech tonight."

Jax said in anger, "No, Amane. You’re the one making this harder. Why can’t you just walk away from the war? Why are you willing to throw your life away for someone who treats you like trash?"

Amane clenched her fist. "Because I can’t. No matter how Dianna treats me now, I can’t abandon her like that. I have too much to repay to her and her mother.

"They were the ones who freed me from a slave market when I was just six years old, took me in, and raised me as though I were their own family."

Jax frowned. "Seriously? Family? I don’t think someone who is treated like you are now can honestly call that family."

Amane’s expression softened with an old memory. "It really was family once. Queen Alisha treated me like her own daughter, and Princess Dianna treated me like the sister she never had. The woman you see now is not the Dianna I grew up with."

She took a slow breath. "Those days were different. I was given every royal privilege they could offer me, and I wanted to repay that kindness with something of my own. I decided that I would become the sword of the house, strong enough to stand between them and anyone who came for them."

"And I succeeded. Lord Ravana himself recognized my competence and loyalty and approved me as the commander of the 13th Unit."

"But everything fell apart two years ago when Queen Alisha was falsely accused of rebellion and other crimes. Before we could even prove her innocence, she was died in the prison."

Amane lowered her gaze. "That shattered all of us, but Dianna was never the same after it. Something inside her broke that day. She became colder, harsher, and capable of things the old Dianna never would have done."

"And for reasons I still don’t fully understand, she started looking at me as though I were the one who had taken her mother from her."