The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Chapter 1342: Wild Maud

Klaus didn’t know what went on in Maud’s head. However, she suddenly moved her body down, making sure her pussy was touching his stiff, hard dick.

Her warning not to overtouch followed, of course. However, the fact that she took the initiative to make the first move shows she wanted it but was too shy to admit it.

Of course, there is a chance she merely wanted Klaus to feel comfortable, at least.

They, after all, are limited to what they can do inside the pool, which has now even cocooned them inside.

This means, aside from humping him, considering she is on top, Klaus could only play with her butt and hope that when all of this is over, they can have more fun.

Absorbing the liquid is very important. That is why they are there. The sexual tension was just something that had been building for a while.

So while it is nice to feel her pussy on his dick, it wasn’t like he could fuck her inside.

"You are very wicked, Maud. Why wait till we find ourselves in an unfortunate posture before making such advances?" Klaus transmitted to her, causing a blush and a wicked smile to appear on her face.

Maud didn’t reply immediately. Instead, she shifted her hips ever so slightly, letting her slick folds slide slowly along the length of his paragon shaft.

The movement was deliberate, stimulating, and plainly teasing. The warm liquid around them only amplified every sensation, making Klaus feel the electricity travel deep into his body.

He sucked in a deep breath through his teeth, his fingers digging a little deeper into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. He spread them gently, then squeezed, guiding her into a slow, rolling grind.

"You keep moving like that," he transmitted, voice low and rough even in her mind, "and I’m going to forget all about absorbing the liquid properly and fuck the death out of you...Maud"

"Good," she shot back, though her mental voice trembled. "I suppose that would make things harder for you."

She rolled her hips again, this time pressing her clit directly against the thick ridge of his cock. A small, involuntary whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.

The sound echoed softly inside the cocoon, swallowed by the water.

Surprisingly, the liquid didn’t flow into her mouth. This shows they can talk in the pool without worrying about swallowing the potent liquid that is slowly empowering them.

Klaus groaned.

His hands slid up her back, tracing the deep curve of her spine before returning to grip her hips.

He knew this was just getting started, so he helped her find a rhythm—slow, insistent drags that had them both breathing harder.

The liquid swirled gently around them, warm and tingling, seeping into their skin, into their cores. The more they absorb, the stronger they get.

With every pass of her pussy along his length, they could feel the power inside the pool responding, flowing faster into their bodies, binding them tighter together.

It was like the liquid wanted them to fuck each other.

Maud leaned forward until her forehead rested against his. Her heavy breasts pressed flat against his chest, nipples hard and dragging with each tiny movement.

Feeling them on his chest, Klaus couldn’t help feeling even more excited.

"I hate that you feel so good," she transmitted, half accusation, half plea. She is still playing hard to get. Pretending she is not having fun.

Klaus chuckled darkly inside her mind. "You don’t hate it. You hate that you can’t hide how much you want it anymore."

She had already warned him not to use his hand to go near her pussy. However, as the moment slowly intensified, she started to lose her rationality, making advances that keep making Klaus feel more excited.

She bit her lower lip and answered Klaus’s provocation by rocking faster. The friction was maddening. It was hot, slippery, and stimulating. His cock throbbed beneath her, the head bumping her clit on every upward slide.

"Fuck it..."

One of Klaus’s hands left her hip and slid between them. His thumb found her swollen clit. He circled it slowly, matching the pace of her moving hips.

Maud gasped, her whole body jerking. "Klaus—"

"Shhh," he soothed, though his own control was breaking by the second. "Just feel it. Let it happen."

She asked not to be touched too much, but at this point, they both know there is nothing like not touching too much. They are at a point where depriving each other of the ability to make each other feel good would affect them.

Her thighs trembled around his waist. She tried to keep the movements controlled, but the pleasure was coiling too tightly, too fast for her to endure.

What is even more shocking is that the liquid seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat, urging them on, feeding the connection that was already dangerously deep between them.

None of them understood what was happening. All they know is that, after absorbing the liquid, they both can use the same immortal ring, and the connection of death between them would strengthen even more.

However, it seems that with sexual tension between them intensifying, the liquid also seems to be reacting with them.

Maud’s mental voice cracked. "If we keep going like this... I’m going to—"

"Come," Klaus finished for her sentence, thumb pressing harder against her clit.

She shook her head weakly, even as her hips trembled and lost their rhythm. "Not... not yet... I want..."

"You want more," he said, reading her perfectly. Maud is his Death’s Heart, so they are deeply and intimately connected.

"And you’ll get more. After this. When we’re out. When I can bend you over and fuck you properly. But right now, I want to feel you come all over my dick while submerged in this liquid."

That did it.

Maud’s back arched, her pussy trembling as she reached her climax.

A choked cry tore from her throat as her orgasm reached its breaking point. Her pussy clenched and fluttered against his shaft, glossy liquid produced from his cum gushing over him.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, cutting into his flesh. Without even knowing she had hurt him, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, her body trembling violently.

Klaus held her through it, hands firm on her ass, keeping her pressed tight against him while she rode out the waves.

He didn’t come. He is too far from reaching his climax. Although he can control when he cums, he knew she would love to swallow it when he cum.

Releasing it inside the water is just a waste.

When her shaking finally eased, Maud lifted her head just enough to meet his eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy.

"You... you’re still hard," she whispered, voice hoarse.

Klaus smirked. "Of course I am. You think one orgasm is enough to satisfy me after two years of wondering what you look like under those baggy clothes?"

Maud swallowed. Then, slowly, she started moving again—smaller rolls this time, more teasing, more deliberate.

They would have to wait till they are finally out of the water to make the next big move.

"Then keep wondering a little longer," she transmitted, a spark of challenge in her mental tone. "Because I’m not done with you yet. When we are done, I am sure your wives wouldn’t recognised you"

She giggled, making Klaus make a mental note to teach her a lesson when they are out of the water..