Nolan's breath came in heavy pants, his cock buried deep inside Clarice, her pussy gripping him like a vice, her inner walls pulsing in a rhythm designed to drive him mad, her massive breasts swaying hypnotically above him, nipples hard and begging to be sucked.
He wanted nothing more than to flip her over and ravage her, but he also wanted to see what she had to show.
"I promise it'll be worth it. Let's start slow." She began moving her hips in a torturously languid motion. "Now, why don't you answer my question? If you do, I might just give you that reward you're dying for."
"Fine," he growled, his hands flexing on her thick, juicy ass, kneading the flesh as he fought the urge to take control. "That power from earlier... It's a skill I have. I can nullify magic in a ten-meter radius around me."
Clarice's eyes widened slightly, her sadistic smile deepening as she rewarded him with a slightly faster grind, her hips circling in a way that made her clit rub against his base, drawing a soft whimper from her own lips.
She leaned forward just enough to let her nipples brush his chest again. "Mmm, I knew you were special," she murmured, her voice husky with genuine intrigue mixed with lust.
She picked up the pace a fraction more, her pussy clenching tighter, milking him, her thick thighs trembling slightly from the effort of holding back.
Nolan groaned, his fingers digging deeper into her ass, leaving red marks on her soft skin.
"Fuck…" Clarice moaned, her voice dripping with raw need. "I really don't get it. Just who the hell are you? For the longest time, you were just a regular neighbor with nothing special about you, then…"
She jerked her hips up fast as hell, her back arching like a bow as she rolled her eyes back in pure ecstasy. The wild motion made her huge, heavy tits bounce aggressively, slapping against her chest with slutty jiggles that begged to be grabbed.
Then, she slammed down hard, shoving that massive cock balls-deep into her tight, dripping pussy until she felt his tip smashing against her womb. She was probably the only slut who could handle his full, monster length like that, stretching her out completely.
"Ahn…" she gasped, teetering right on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm. She needed a second to breathe, her body trembling with pent-up heat. "When did you become such a powerful stud? Really, just who are you?"
Her lust-filled eyes locked onto his, burning with desperate curiosity. She'd chatted with the original Nolan a few times, but no matter how hard she searched, she couldn't spot even a hint of that boring guy in the dominant beast beneath her now.
She knew it sounded insane, but could he really be a completely different person?
Nolan hesitated for a split second, his hips bucking up instinctively, seeking more friction.
"I was just a normal guy," he admitted. "But then I gained these powers. They changed everything."
He jerked his hips up, matching Clarice's rhythm perfectly, slamming deep into her tight, dripping pussy and forcing a loud moan that tore through her throat, making her whole body reverberate.
The girl's pussy clenched hard, her body shuddering with wild spasms as she felt a massive orgasm approaching fast. But she didn't want to cum, not yet, so she bit her lip hard and took three long, shaky breaths to hold back.
"With these powers, I finally could confront anyone I wanted," Nolan growled, digging his fingers into her fat ass possessively, squeezing the soft flesh as he owned it. "I discovered how powerful and dominant I could be, and I decided I'd never be beneath a girl anymore."
Nolan omitted the part about coming from another world; that was a secret he wasn't ready to share.
He pushed the girl up and then yanked her down hard, basically using her extremely sensual, voluptuous body as a personal fucktoy, to show he could do whatever the hell he wanted with her, pounding her relentlessly.
"Ahn! Fuck!" Clarice moaned, completely losing control of the situation, her pussy squeezing him desperately as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her.
But before she would reach her climax, Nolan stopped, giving the woman a moment to recover.
"Fuck, fuck…. ahn…" she whispered, her body trembling from the intensity before. "I really can't do anything against you…" Clarice admitted to herself.
She couldn't deny it. The filthy idea of being Nolan's personal fucktoy was insanely hot, making her drip with need. Her greedy pussy clenched hard, imagining herself completely bound and helpless, used as his own living onahole to stretch and fill whenever he craved.
Nolan seemed to read her mind because he had a big, arrogant grin. He clearly showed that he was just playing along with her game because it seemed fun, but he could snatch back control at any moment.
"You really adapted quickly to being the dominant one, didn't you?" Clarice responded ironically.
She smiled through her haze of lust, her heart racing, her body getting hotter and sweatier, her huge tits heaving with every breath.
She wasn't fully convinced by Nolan's words; the change was too quick to be realistic. But one thing she knew for sure: she fucking loved what he'd become.
"I don't believe you a single bit," she admitted. "But one thing I know, you are the best stud ever," she murmured, trying to recover control over the situation. "And I really love it, so I promise I will be yours forever."
"And since when do you have a choice in that?" he snarled arrogantly, his hands sliding up her sweat-slicked curves, grabbing those magnificently huge tits hard and squeezing the soft, overflowing flesh possessively.
"God, I love your arrogance," Clarice admitted, her voice dripping with lust, though she was already clawing back control.
She puffed out her chest deliberately, pushing her massive breasts closer, giving Nolan easier access to grope and tease her sensitive nipples.
Noticing how she was regaining the upper hand, Nolan paused, his hands stilling on her tits as he shot her an arrogant, challenging smirk, daring her to prove what she could do.
Clarice straightened up, her hands splaying across his chiseled abs for leverage, her pussy hugging his thick shaft deliciously, clenching in a way that made him groan.
"But you shouldn't underestimate a first-class slut like me," she purred.
"Ana told me how you're dying to fuck a tight ass," she teased, one hand sliding up to massage his muscular chest. "So you might be interested to know I've prepped my butthole, it's nice and ready for that monster cock of yours."
Nolan's cock throbbed. He was not even thinking about it anymore, but when she mentioned it with such a sensual voice, the desire inevitably came back.
"Now, there's more I want to know," Clarice continued, her hips rolling slowly, torturing him with shallow thrusts as her pussy gripped him tight. "To start with, why'd you suddenly get so curious about whether you have mana or not?"