My Scumbag System Chapter 674: The Anchor

The drive back to the house was silent.

Natalia’s grip on my hand never loosened. Her knuckles were white. Her breathing was deliberately slow in a way that told me she was fighting to maintain control.

When we pulled into the garage, she was out of the car before I’d even turned off the engine.

I followed her inside.

Up the stairs.

Into her room.

She locked the door behind us.

Then she was on me.

Her mouth found mine with desperate hunger. Her fingers clawed at my shirt. Her telekinesis slammed the curtains shut without her even looking.

"Natalia."

"Don’t talk."

She shoved me onto her bed.

The mattress bounced beneath me as she climbed on top, straddling my hips with her thighs. Her purple hair fell around us like a curtain. Her violet eyes were wild with something between fear and need.

"I thought I was going to lose you again."

"You didn’t."

"You walked alone onto a pier to meet someone who shouldn’t exist. Someone who claims to be your mother from another timeline. Someone who can apparently manipulate trans-dimensional energy on a level that makes S-Rank Hunters look like children playing with matches."

"When you put it that way, it does sound pretty stupid."

"It was stupid. It was insanely stupid. And you’re going to make it up to me right now."

Her fingers found the hem of my shirt. Pulled it over my head. Tossed it somewhere I didn’t care about.

Her hands pressed against my chest.

"You’re warmer than before. The integration changed your baseline body temperature."

"Side effect of partial cosmic transformation, apparently."

"Shut up."

She kissed me again.

Her tongue slid against mine. Her hips ground down against the growing hardness in my pants. Her breasts pressed against my chest through the thin fabric of her top.

I grabbed her waist and flipped us.

Now she was beneath me. Her purple hair spread across the pillows. Her chest heaving with rapid breaths. Her legs wrapping around my hips to pull me closer.

"I love you," she said.

"I know."

"Don’t Han Solo me right now."

"I love you too."

"Better."

My mouth found her neck. That spot just below her ear that always made her gasp. I bit down gently and she arched against me, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Satori."

"Yeah?"

"I need you. Inside me. Now."

"Patience."

"Fuck patience. I’ve been patient for forty-seven hours while you were in that chamber. I’ve been patient while you drove us home. I’ve been patient during dinner with your parents. I’m done being patient."

Her hand slid between us. Found my belt. Pulled it loose with aggressive efficiency.

I grabbed her wrist.

"Let me."

"Then hurry up."

I sat back on my heels and looked at her.

Really looked at her.

Natalia Kuzmina. My stepsister. My enemy turned lover. The first woman to see the monster beneath my mask and choose to stay anyway.

She was wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts. Nothing special. Nothing designed to seduce.

And she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

Her body had changed over the months since we’d first gotten together. The training had added definition to her curves. Her arms were leaner. Her stomach was flat and firm. Her hips still flared in that way that made my hands ache to grab them.

"Stop staring and start touching."

"Demanding."

"You made me this way."

I pulled her shirt up and over her head.

No bra.

Her breasts spilled free. Full and heavy. Her nipples were already hard, flushed pink against her pale skin. She didn’t try to cover herself. Didn’t show even a hint of the shy embarrassment she’d had during our first times together.

She’d grown confident in her body.

I’d done that.

"Like what you see?"

"Always."

My mouth found her left nipple. Sucked hard. Her back arched off the bed and her fingers tangled in my hair, pressing me closer.

"Yes. God yes."

I switched to the other breast. Gave it the same attention. Her hips bucked beneath me, seeking friction that wasn’t there yet.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please stop teasing me and fuck me already."

"Say it again."

"Fuck me. Please. I need your cock inside me right now."

My control snapped.

I yanked her shorts down her legs. Took her panties with them. Threw them across the room without caring where they landed.

She was already wet.

Soaked.

Her pussy glistened in the dim light filtering through the curtains. The scent of her arousal hit me like a drug. Musky and sweet and entirely Natalia.

I freed my cock from my pants. Let her see how hard she’d made me. Let her watch the way my length twitched with every beat of my racing heart.

Her eyes went wide.

"You’re bigger."

"What?"

"The integration. You’re bigger than before. Not by much but enough that I can tell."

I looked down at myself.

She was right.

Another side effect of the transformation that I hadn’t noticed until now. An extra inch of length. Maybe a bit more girth. Nothing dramatic but definitely noticeable.

"Is that going to be a problem?"

"Get over here and find out."

I positioned myself between her spread thighs. The head of my cock pressed against her entrance. She was so wet that I could feel her heat even before I pushed inside.

"Ready?"

"I’ve been ready for two days. Stop asking stupid questions and give me what I need."

I thrust forward.

Buried myself to the hilt in a single stroke.

Natalia screamed.

Her pussy clenched around me like a velvet vice. Her legs wrapped around my waist. Her nails raked down my back hard enough to draw blood.

"Fuck! You’re so deep!"

"Too much?"

"Don’t you dare stop."

I pulled back. Thrust again. Set a rhythm that had her gasping with every stroke.

She felt different.

The integration hadn’t just changed my body. It had changed my perception. My senses. I could feel things now that I’d never felt before.

The way her internal muscles rippled around me with each thrust. The pulse of blood through her body. The subtle fluctuations in her energy signature as pleasure built toward something overwhelming.

"Harder."

I gave her what she wanted.