Return of the Legendary Runesmith-Chapter 531 - 530- It surely helped**

The outside dormitory was mostly silent since it was already late evening and most of the students were quite focused on their studies to care about the rest of the world.

Within a certain room, confined by the sound proofing artifacts, two individuals who are subjects of respect for many, were currently in a very compromising situation

Ariana’s arms were wrapped around his head, her toes on the bed as she hopped on his manhood, her lips parted and slow moans seeped through every time she landed back on his lap, his entire length disappeared inside her butt.

Her toes braced against the mattress for leverage, thighs flexing, the muscles in her calves tightening each time she lifted almost all the way off him only to slam back down, taking every thick inch again.

The bed creaked under the quick, relentless rhythm.

Wet, obscene sounds filled the small space between their bodies, skin slapping skin, the slick glide of lube and her own arousal making each plunge smoother, deeper.

Her moans spilled out unchecked now, soft at first but growing louder, breathier with every bounce.

"Nngh...Adrian...ah...fuck!"

He groaned low against her throat, hands clamped tight on her hips, not guiding but holding on as she fucked herself on him.

His thumbs pressed into the soft dip above her ass, fingers splaying wide over the curve of it, feeling the way her body shuddered each time he bottomed out.

"Aria...you are so perfect around me."

She answered with a sharp whimper, head tipping back so her silver hair cascaded over her shoulders.

Her breasts bounced freely with the motion, nipples hard and flushed dark in the dim lamplight.

Sweat glistened along her collarbone, between her breasts, trickling down her stomach.

The pace turned frantic. She ground down harder on the next drop, circling her hips once to feel him stretch her even wider before lifting again—faster, shorter strokes now, chasing the burn and the fullness.

His hips started snapping up to meet her halfway, driving into her with short, powerful thrusts that made her cry out louder.

"Harder—please—fuck me harder—"

He obeyed without hesitation. One arm banded around her lower back, pulling her flush against his chest so her breasts pressed tight to him; the other hand slid down to grip her ass, spreading her wider as he fucked up into her with quick, brutal snaps.

The bedframe rattled against the wall. Her moans turned into broken, gasping cries—high and needy, spilling out every time he slammed home.

"I’m...close....fuck, I’m so close—"

Her inner walls fluttered wildly around him, clenching down in rhythmic pulses that dragged him right to the edge with her.

His breathing turned ragged, hips losing their rhythm as the pressure coiled unbearably tight.

"Gonna—come—inside you—"

"Do it—fill me—please—"

One last hard thrust buried him to the hilt. He groaned deep and rough against her neck as he came, hot, thick pulses flooding deep inside her ass, each spurt making her shudder and clench tighter around him.

The sensation tipped her over too; Ariana’s whole body locked up, back arching, a sharp, keening cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her. Her ass milked him through every wave, trembling, slick heat pulsing around his cock while her nails raked down his shoulders.

It wasn’t enough.

The aftershocks still rippled through Ariana’s body, her ass clenching around nothing now that he’d slipped free, leaving her feeling achingly empty despite the warmth still leaking from where he’d filled her.

Her breath came in shallow pants, thighs trembling, but the hungry glint in her eyes told him she wasn’t done—not even close.

He moved before she could speak. Strong hands gripped her hips and flipped her in one smooth motion, pressing her down onto her back against the rumpled sheets.

The mattress dipped under their combined weight as he settled between her spread thighs, knees nudging hers wider. Ariana’s legs hooked instinctively around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back to pull him closer.

His cock—still hard, slick with lube and their earlier mess—nudged against her soaked pussy. One slow drag of the head through her folds had her gasping, hips lifting off the bed in silent plea.

He didn’t tease long; he lined up and pushed in with a single, deep thrust that buried him to the hilt in her tight, dripping heat.

Ariana’s back arched sharply off the mattress, a loud, broken moan tearing from her throat.

"Fuck—yes—!"

He groaned low against her collarbone, the new angle letting him feel every flutter and squeeze of her walls gripping him like velvet.

Her pussy was soaked, swollen from need, and the wet slide of him filling her again made obscene, slick sounds that echoed in the soundproofed room.

He started moving—fast from the first stroke, no slow build this time. Hips snapping forward in hard, deliberate thrusts that rocked her body up the bed with each plunge.

The headboard thumped softly against the wall in time with their rhythm; her breasts bounced heavily between them, nipples grazing his chest hair.

Ariana’s nails raked down his back, leaving red trails. Her legs tightened around him, heels urging him deeper, faster.

"Harder—god, don’t stop—fuck me—"

He gave her what she begged for. One hand braced beside her head, the other sliding under her ass to lift her hips higher, changing the angle so every thrust dragged against that sensitive spot inside her.

The wet slap of their bodies meeting grew louder, faster—her arousal coating his shaft, dripping down onto the sheets.

Her moans turned frantic, high and needy, spilling out with every brutal drive.

"Ah...ah...right there—yes—!"

Sweat beaded on his brow, trickling down his temple as he pounded into her relentlessly. Her pussy clenched harder around him with each stroke, fluttering wildly as another orgasm built fast and fierce beneath her skin.

He felt it too—the tight coil in his gut, the way his shaft flinched, ready to spill again.

One last deep, grinding thrust and he buried himself as far as he could go. His groan was rough and guttural as he came hard—thick, hot pulses flooding her pussy, painting her walls while she shattered around him.

Her cry was sharp and desperate, inner muscles spasming wildly, milking every drop from him as her own climax ripped through her in violent waves.

They collapsed together, his weight pressing her into the mattress, her arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, both of them shaking, breathing in harsh, synced gasps.

His cock twitched inside her with the last weak spurts, her pussy still fluttering softly in aftershocks around him.

They looked into each other’s eyes, their breaths still uneven as Adrian muttered, "This...surely helped."

Ariana weakly grinned, "Glad to hear that."