Trapped In Elysium: A Virtual Reality Nightmare-Chapter 67: I love you (R-18)

Liam kept thrusting into Mariel’s pussy, his hips slamming against her plump ass, the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies echoing through the small cabin. Her moans were wild now, high and desperate, her eyes rolling back as she trembled under him, her tight walls squeezing his cock with every push.

His breath ragged, sweat beading on his brow as he drove deeper, feeling her juices drip down his thighs. But after a while, he wanted something different—wanted to see her move, to watch her take control.

He slowed his thrusts, his hands loosening their grip on her hip and hair, and pulled out slow, his cock glistening with her wetness. Mariel whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her body still shaking, and she glanced back at him, confused, her chest heaving. What’s he doing? she thought, her pussy throbbing, aching for more.

"Turn around," Liam said, his voice low and rough, patting her thigh. He shifted back on the bunk, stretching out on the thin mattress, his cock standing tall and slick. Mariel caught her breath, her legs wobbly as she crawled toward him, her hair sticking to her sweaty face. He wants me on top, she thought, a nervous thrill sparking through her as she climbed over him, straddling his hips.

She grabbed his cock, her hand barely wrapping around it, and lined it up, rubbing the tip against her pussy for a second before sinking down slow. "Oh gods," she thought, gasping as he stretched her again, filling her up inch by inch.

It was intense, deeper in this position, and she bit her lip, her hands bracing on his chest as she adjusted.

Liam groaned soft, feeling her pussy grip him tight as she settled onto him, her warmth wrapping around his cock like a glove.

"Fuck, that’s good," his hands sliding up her thighs to her hips, guiding her as she started to move. Mariel rocked at first, clumsy and unsure, her hips rolling in little circles as she found a rhythm.

Her breath hitching as pleasure sparked through her again, building fast. She picked up speed, riding him in the cowgirl position, her ass bouncing against his thighs, the bunk creaking louder with every move. Her perky boobs swayed right in front of him, pink nipples hard and tempting, and Liam couldn’t resist—he leaned up, his mouth latching onto one, sucking hard.

Mariel moaned loud, her hands flying to his head, fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue flicked over her nipple. Oh fuck, yes, she thought, her hips grinding harder, his cock hitting deep inside her.

Liam sucked greedily, his lips pulling at her breast, teeth grazing just enough to make her shiver. "She tastes so good," he thought, moving to her other tit, sucking it just as hard, his hands squeezing her ass to keep her moving.

Her pussy was soaking, dripping down his cock, making every thrust slick and sloppy, and she rode him faster, her moans turning into cries. "Liam... gods, Liam," she gasped, her body trembling as she bounced, pleasure coiling tight in her belly again. She loved it—the way his mouth felt on her tits, the way his cock filled her up, the way she could control the pace, driving herself wild as he sucked and groaned beneath her. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Her hands gripping his shoulders as her nails dug into his skin. Her pussy was soaking, dripping down his cock, slicking her thighs, and she could feel it building—that tight, hot coil in her belly winding up faster now, ready to snap. I’m gonna... oh fuck, she thought, her eyes fluttering as she rocked harder, chasing it, her whole body trembling with how close she was.

Liam felt it too—her pussy clenching tighter, pulsing around him, and he groaned against her breast, his hands squeezing her ass to pull her down harder. She’s there, he thought, his own pleasure spiking as she rode him, her perky boobs bouncing in his face.

Then it hit—Mariel cried out, sharp and wild, her hips jerking as she squirted, a hot rush of wetness flooding over his cock, soaking his thighs and the sheets below. Her pussy spasmed, gripping him like a vice, and she came hard, her eyes rolling back, her body shaking as pleasure tore through her.

"Liam... oh gods!" she gasped, her voice breaking, her nails scratching his chest as she shuddered, wave after wave hitting her until she could barely breathe. I’ve never... fuck, she thought, dazed, her hips still twitching as she rode out the last of it.

Liam wasn’t far behind—her squirting, the way her pussy milked him, pushed him right to the edge. Fuck, that’s it, he thought, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust up into her a few more times, hard and deep.

Then he came, a low groan rumbling out of him as his hot cum spilled into her pussy, thick and warm, filling her up. Mariel felt it—every pulse, every jet—and she loved it, a soft moan slipping from her lips as the heat spread inside her, mixing with her own wetness.

He’s... gods, he’s filling me, she thought, her body tingling, her pussy still clenching around him like she didn’t want to let go. She collapsed forward, her sweaty chest pressing against his, her breath ragged as she tried to catch it, her mind spinning from how good it felt, how full she was. Liam’s hands slid up her back, holding her soft plump ass as they both panted.

The room was quiet, the soft creaking of the ship the only sound around them. Mariel lay curled against Liam’s bare chest, her fingers gently tracing idle shapes along his skin. His arms were wrapped around her, holding her close, their bodies still warm from the intense sex they had.

She was the first to break the silence.

"I love you, Liam," she said softly, her voice muffled slightly by his chest. "I think I’ve liked you since the first time... back when you were teaching me to hold that sword."

Liam didn’t answer right away. His gaze was on the low flickering lantern on the wall, but his mind was a storm of thought. He liked her—there was no doubt. Her energy, her spirit, the way she could laugh even after chaos... she was someone who made him feel alive. But love? Was it love? He wasn’t sure. Everything in this strange world felt uncertain.

So instead of replying with words he wasn’t ready to speak, he kissed her forehead, slow and tender. Then, he ran his fingers gently through her hair, letting the silence answer for now.

Mariel didn’t press him. She simply nestled closer, content in that moment. And Liam? He held her a little tighter, as if unsure of what came next... but certain he didn’t want to let go just yet.

"Thank you again," she whispered, her voice just above a breath. "For saving my life."

Liam looked down at her, meeting her gaze. Her eyes held no teasing now, no mischief—just gratitude and something deeper, something raw and real. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he brushed a loose strand of hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear.

"You don’t have to thank me," he said gently. "I couldn’t have just watched you drown."

"But you didn’t even hesitate," she murmured. "You jumped in without thinking... You risked everything."

Liam gave a small smile, not cocky, not brave—just tired and honest. "I couldn’t lose you."

Mariel’s throat tightened at that. She rested her head back on his chest, letting his heartbeat calm her. "Still," she whispered again, "thank you. I owe you my life."

Liam didn’t speak again. He just held her, his hand still in her hair, his other arm around her waist—his silence saying all the things he wasn’t ready to voice.

After a while, the two quietly got up, the mood between them light and playful again. Mariel stretched, slipping her dress back on with a soft giggle while Liam buckled his belt, throwing her a glance that was half amused, half flustered. There was still a lingering heat between them, but they didn’t speak of it much—didn’t need to. The silence was its own language.

As she adjusted her hair in the small mirror near her bunk, Mariel turned to him with a teasing smile. "So... I’ll be looking forward to our next lesson," she said, voice low and suggestive, "in swordplay, or... whatever else you feel like teaching me."

Liam chuckled under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck. "Right. Lessons. I’ll make sure to prepare the... curriculum."

Laughing, she grabbed his hand and led him back above deck. The sun was dipping low now, casting an amber hue across the sea. The ship swayed gently beneath their feet, but the breeze was calm—peaceful.

They walked back to the rear of the ship like nothing happened. Just two people enjoying the sea air again.

Just another quiet evening aboard the Sea Phantom.