Apocalypse : Transmigrated With Milf System-Chapter 33: Tasting The Cougar Again

Ruel smirked, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he watched Elara's reaction.

He felt her resistance, the tension in her muscles, but also the undeniable pull of desire.

It was a game he knew well, a dance of power and submission, and he was the lead.

"Relax," he murmured, his voice a low caress that vibrated against her skin. "I'm just... taking measurements."

His hands continued their exploration, tracing the contours of her body,

mapping the curves and hollows, lingering on the places that made her breath hitch and her heart race.

He wanted to know how she would feel beneath his touch, how she would respond to his approach.

Elara's back was pressed against the cold glass of the mirror, her reflection a mixture of shock, arousal, and a reluctant surrender.

She could feel the heat radiating from Ruel's body, the strength in his hands, the hunger in his eyes.

She was trapped between her duty and her desire, between the woman she was and the woman he made her feel.

His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake.

He tasted her skin, the saltiness of her sweat, the sweetness of her arousal.

He inhaled her scent, the musky fragrance of her desire, the subtle hint of fear that only added to his excitement.

"You smell incredible," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "The last time i remember, you smelled of a virgin."

"But now you smell like a complete woman"

His hands moved lower, slipping beneath the hem of her uniform, tracing the line of her spine, the flare of her hips.

He wanted to feel her skin against his, to know every inch of her, to possess her completely.

Elara gasped, her body arching against him, her nails digging into his shoulders.

She was losing control, her carefully constructed walls crumbling under the onslaught of his touch.

She wanted to resist, to push him away, but her body betrayed her, craving his dominance, begging for his hardness that had ploughed through her depths.

"Ruel," she whispered, her voice a plea and a surrender.

He lifted her higher, his hands gripping her thighs, his eyes burning into hers.

He wanted to see her face, to witness her submission, to know that he had broken through her defenses and claimed her as his own.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Show me through your actions, whether you want it? or not."

Elara's gaze met his, her eyes filled with a raw, desperate need.

She saw the hunger in his eyes, the possessiveness in his touch, the darkness that both terrified and thrilled her.

And she knew that she couldn't deny him, that she couldn't deny herself.

With a slow, deliberate movement, she reached out and unbuttoned her shirt, her fingers trembling slightly.

She pushed the fabric aside, revealing the swell of her breasts, the dark peaks of her nipples.

She offered herself to him, a silent invitation, a complete surrender.

Ruel's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with lust.

not the first time that he saw her figure, but everytime he looks at this busty curves, his lil bro straights up and salutes the sky.

And now he was going to take her, here, now, against the mirror, in the fading light of the afternoon.

He surged into her, his mouth capturing hers in a deep, possessive kiss.

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Ruel's smirk deepened, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he watched Elara's reaction.

He could feel the tremor in her body, the conflict between duty and desire raging within her.

It was a dance as old as time, and he was determined to lead.

"Easy, elara," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive caress that vibrated against her heated skin.

"Let me take control." His hand, firm yet gentle, traced the line of her jaw, tilting her head up so he could capture her gaze.

Elara's breath hitched.

His touch was electric, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her.

Her pulse quickened, hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but the allure of the forbidden was too intoxicating to resist.

His lips, lustful and demanding, crashed down on hers.

It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a claiming, a branding.

He tasted her vulnerability, her surrender, and the faint hint of defiance that still lingered beneath the surface.

"Mmmph," Elara moaned softly, the sound barely audible.

Ruel deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, demanding entrance.

Elara's lips parted willingly, her body arching instinctively towards his.

"Ahh," she gasped, a little louder now, her hands clutching his shoulders.

His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and hollow. He trailed his fingers along her neck, her shoulders, and down to the swell of her breasts.

"You're so beautiful," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking beautiful."

Elara shivered at his words, her nipples hardening beneath his touch. She felt a surge of heat pooling in her core, a primal urge that demanded release.

With a swift movement, Ruel lifted her onto the nearby dressing bench. The suddenness of it startled her, but she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on for dear life.

"Ruel," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "Hnngh..."

He ignored her protest, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in their wake.

He inhaled deeply, savoring her scent - a heady mix of sweat, arousal, and something uniquely, intoxicatingly Elara.

His hands found the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head.

He tossed it aside, his eyes feasting on her exposed breasts.

Elara's breath hitched.

She knew she should protest, should push him away, but her body had already betrayed her.

Her breasts, full and heavy, begged for his touch.

Ruel's gaze burned into hers, his eyes dark with unconcealed desire.

"Look at me, Elara," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Let me see how much you want this."

Torn between shame and desire, Elara met his gaze.

What she saw there was a reflection of her own hunger, a raw, primal need that mirrored his own.

With trembling hands, she reached for the buttons of her tactical pants, her fingers fumbling in her haste.

She wanted him, needed him, with a desperation that both scared and excited her.

"Oh, God," she moaned, the sound a little more drawn out. "Mmm... yes."

The sound of the zipper sliding down was deafening in the small room.

Ruel's eyes darkened further as he watched her undress, his control hanging by a thread.

He surged forward, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. He devoured her, his tongue tangling with hers in a primal dance.

"Anh... Hnngh... Mmm," Elara moaned, the sounds escalating with each thrust of his tongue. She was lost in him, consumed by the heat and the hunger.

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Ruel, his senses heightened by the surge of power and the raw desire in Elara's eyes, felt a surge of dominance.

He broke the kiss, his lips leaving hers reluctantly, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

Elara, her body burning with need, didn't wait for further prompting. H

er hands, emboldened by a lust that had eclipsed all reason, went to the fastening of her tactical pants.

With a swiftness that surprised even herself, she shed them, revealing the soft curves beneath.

Her gaze locked with Ruel's, a silent invitation passing between them.

Ruel's breath hitched at the sight of her vulnerability.

His eyes raked over her exposed form, and the primal urge within him roared to life.

He gestured towards his engorged shaft.

"My shaft is pulsating for some action," he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. "What do you think should you do?."

Elara, her inhibitions stripped away by the intensity of the moment, didn't hesitate.

She moved closer, her gaze fixed on his pulsing length.

A thrill shot through her as she realized the power she held in her hands, in her mouth.

With a boldness she never knew she possessed, she took him in her mouth.

The heat and size of him filled her, and she gasped, her body trembling with a mixture of shock and exhilaration.

She moved her head with a practiced rhythm, her tongue dancing along his length, teasing and tantalizing.

The sounds of her ministrations filled the room—a wet "Schlurp...❤️ gluck...❤️ mmmph❤️" as she took him deeper.

Ruel groaned, his hands gripping her hair, guiding her movements.

His pleasure was evident in the harsh breaths he drew and the guttural sounds that escaped his throat. He felt himself spiraling closer to the edge, the sensations overwhelming his control.

Deeper and deeper she went, her throat flexing as she took him fully.

The sounds intensified—a deeper, wetter "Gulp...❤️slurp... ahh...❤️" Ruel shuddered, his body tensing as he neared his climax.

"Elara," he growled, his voice thick with desperation. "I'm going to cum... Fuck... right now..."

And then he did.

A powerful spasm wracked his body as he filled her mouth with his seed.

Elara swallowed him completely, her eyes fluttering closed as she reveled in his essence.

The sounds of his release were a guttural "Ugh... pffft... pfft..." mixed with her own soft, satisfied sighs.

Ruel, his body still trembling, pulled away slightly, his gaze intense.

He wasted no time, roughly repositioning Elara so she was bent over the dressing bench.

Before she could fully register the change, he was inside her, his entry forceful and demanding.

A sharp intake of breath from her, a wet "Shluck" as he breached her defenses.

"Annhh❤️❤️" Elara cried out, a sound that was half pain, half pleasure.

"Ahhh! Fuck!" Ruel began to fuck her relentlessly, his movements brutal and possessive.

"pah.. pah.. pah.." Each thrust drove him deeper, "smack... squelch..." pushing her to the edge of her endurance.

The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room—a rhythmic "Thud... smack... squelch...".

"Harder," he grunted, his voice a primal command.

"Yesss! Ruel...❤️ More!❤️" Elara screamed

There was no tenderness, no finesse.

Only raw, unadulterated power and the primal need to dominate.

Elara's cries echoed through the room, a symphony of forced submission and burgeoning arousal.

She was his, utterly and completely, and he would take everything she had to offer.

Her cries of ""Oh God"" and ""Ruel, please,"" mingled with the sounds of his heavy breathing and the relentless pounding of his flesh against hers.