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Chapter 17 Preview - How I Became The World's Strongest Warrior Book 2!
🕑 Added 2025-06-27 16:00:07 +0000 UTCI woke up first.
The workshop was dim, the runes along the walls pulsing with that low amber glow she always left active at night. It was quiet, save for the distant bubbling of something alchemical and the soft, rhythmic sound of her breathing against my chest.
She was still draped across me, one leg hooked over mine, her bare chest pressed flush to my side. The cloak we'd crashed onto was tangled around us like a nest. My arm was dead asleep beneath her back.
And I was very aware that neither of us was fully clothed.
Her hand twitched slightly against my stomach, then she made a soft, confused groan and shifted. A few seconds later, she blinked up at me.
“Oh,” she croaked, voice hoarse. “Gods. That wasn’t a dream.”
“Nope.” I shook my head.
She looked down, saw how close we still were, then made a face.
“Oh, no.”
I said nothing.
She stared at me. “We did stuff.”
“Multiple things,” I replied honestly.
She groaned again and rolled onto her back, covering her face with both hands. “I think I have post-nut clarity. I don’t know if that’s real, but I have it. Why was it good? Why is everything confusing now?” She stared at the ceiling.
“Because we did stuff,” I said plainly. “And you’re a lesbian.”
She flailed one arm dramatically. “I KNOW.”
She peeked out from under her fingers. “You’re not gonna get weird about this, are you?”
“I don’t think I’m capable of getting weird in a way that would out-weird you.” I gestured at, well, everything.
“Okay, that’s fair.” She glanced down again. “Do you, um… want to get dressed? Or are we just gonna stay here naked and existential?”
I shrugged. “I’m good either way.”
She sighed. “Of course you are. Emotionally stable bastard.” Then, quieter, “Can you hand me my top?”
I passed it to her without looking away. She took it, then didn’t move.
“Maybe in a minute,” she said, settling back beside me again.
“Okay.” We lay there in silence for a little while, curled in the half-shadow of the workshop’s dying glow. Her back was pressed to my chest, her hair tickling my chin, one leg drawn up slightly between mine.
It was quiet, but not comfortable. There was… tension again. Not from what we’d done, but from what hadn’t been said. It didn’t help that her bare skin slid against mine with every small breath.
“I’m going to get hard,” I said after a moment. Calm. Honest.
She didn’t reply right away, but moments later she gave a slow, deliberate little wiggle, her ass pressing back into my hips.
I groaned, my jaw tightening. “I’m serious.”
She nodded. “I know.”
I didn’t move. My cock stirred between us anyway, rubbing against the curve of her ass. She let out a soft, shaky exhale.
Then, so quiet it barely registered, she said, “I’m really wet.”
That hit me like a bomb.
My hand flexed instinctively at her waist. But then, deliberate and unhurried, she reached down, took my wrist, and guided my hand between her legs.
Her heat was immediate.
Her soaked folds parted beneath my fingers as she pressed them in gently, letting me feel the slickness for myself. She trembled, just slightly, her breath catching as she whispered, “See?”
I swallowed hard. “Yeah. What do you want to do about it?”
She didn’t answer right away.
Instead, she ran her hand over mine, slowly guiding my fingers along the length of her soaked pussy. Her hips moved barely an inch, enough to drag herself across the contact. Her thighs twitched as my index finger grazed her entrance.
She inhaled sharply, and I slipped my fingers further into her slickness. Slowly, I slid a finger inside. She let out one trembling exhale, practically melting against me. The curve of her cheeks slid against the length of my cock, still hard, pinned between us, caught against the heat of her skin. Slickness from her thighs coated both of us, making every motion smooth, maddening, and unbearably slow.
A moan slipped out, soft and desperate, as I matched her rhythm, rolling my hips in tandem with hers, letting my cock rub against her from behind while my fingers kept working her from within. My cock throbbed, trapped against the swell of her ass, slick with heat and friction but nowhere near her entrance.
She moaned again.
Lower this time.
Raw.
I kissed the back of her neck and didn’t say anything, just moved with her. I listened to the breathy, broken sounds spilling from her lips like a prayer she hadn’t meant to say aloud.
She kept grinding.
She just wanted this.
I matched her rhythm, pressing forward as she pushed back, my cock slipping between her cheeks with every motion, gliding against the wet heat of her skin, almost buried in it but not in her. My fingers stayed inside her, two now, curling and stroking with the same rhythm, slow and deep, pressing against the spot that made her tremble.
She was so wet my fingers made faint, obscene sounds as I moved inside her, her body gripping me tighter each time I curled deeper. Her grinding picked up speed, pressure building, her ass slapping lightly against my cock with each motion.
She was close. I could feel it.
Finally, her whole body jerked against mine as she came, slick and shaking.
I didn’t stop right away.
I let her ride it out.
Her voice, hoarse and barely there, broke the silence:
“Gods, I didn’t think I could… again.”
I kissed her shoulder. Said nothing.
My cock was still throbbing, still pressed between her soaked thighs. Even after the orgasm faded, her hips kept moving in slow, desperate grinds that dragged her slick heat along my cock again and again, her ass rubbing the length of me with every roll.
My fingers stayed buried inside her, stroking deep and steady, finding that perfect angle over and over as she rocked against me. Her whole body was flushed, damp with sweat, trembling with effort and sensation. Her breathing had gone ragged, broken by soft, helpless sounds she wasn’t trying to muffle anymore.
She shut her eyes tight.
Turned her head back toward me, lips parted.
“I’m gonna—”
But she didn’t finish.
Her whole body seized in a shudder as another orgasm ripped through her, fast and overwhelming, making her cry out as she came hard around my fingers, her thighs clenching, her ass grinding desperately against my cock.
I groaned, teeth gritting, holding on as she convulsed against me. I was already there, already too close. Her heat, her slick skin, and the way her body pulsed around my hand pushed me over the edge. I thrust once more between her cheeks, hips jerking, and came hard across her ass and back, hot ropes spilling over her flushed skin.
She kissed me, gasped into my mouth, and collapsed back into me—panting, slick, messy, and stunned. We lay there in the heavy silence of the aftermath, our bodies still tangled together, slick with sweat and come and heat. Her breathing had evened out, but her skin still twitched beneath mine like she wasn’t sure if her nerves had caught up yet.
Eventually, she shifted, and her hand brushed her back. She blinked and looked down.
“Oh gods,” she muttered.
I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah.”
“I’m covered in it,” she said flatly.
“That’s true.” I nodded.
She sat up slowly, strands of hair sticking to her cheek. Her legs still trembled slightly as she looked at the mess across her back and thighs.
“It was hot at the time,” she said, tone more defensive than apologetic.
“I’m not complaining.” I laughed.
“Good. Because you don’t get to complain.” She gestured at the mess. “This is your fault.”
“That’s also true,” I said. “Still. The cleanup is… kind of a thing.”
She sighed, pulling the twisted blanket away from her chest and grabbing for a nearby rag. It wasn’t nearly enough. After a second, she groaned and stood up, naked, flushed, absolutely wrecked, and staggered toward the little bathing alcove in the corner of the workshop.
I sat up, watching her go.
Halfway there, she paused and turned back, eyes still dazed.
She opened her mouth, closed it, then hesitated.
“I was gonna say you could join me,” she said. “Like, impulse thought. But…”
“But?” I arched a brow.
She looked away and bit her lip. “I’m not ready for that yet.”
I nodded. “That’s fair.”
She took a breath. “Sorry… for going first. And, like… everything.”
I blinked. “It’s fine.”
“You’d say that,” she said softly.
Then she stepped inside and closed the door.
The quiet felt heavier after that, but not in a bad way.
Just real.
