We barely paused before switching positions again.

Diane ended up on her back with her legs over my shoulders, folded nearly in half as I leaned over her. This angle let me go impossibly deep, so deep she gasped with each thrust.

"Kiss me," she demanded, her hands pulling at my neck. "I need you to kiss me."

I kissed her while maintaining the brutal pace, swallowing her moans as I drove into her over and over. Her nails raked down my back. Her legs tightened around my shoulders.

She was getting tired. I could feel it in the way her movements became less coordinated, the way she clung to me instead of actively participating. But she still came. Another orgasm that made her whole body seize up, her mouth falling open against mine.

I came inside her for the fourth time and she whimpered at the feeling of being filled again.

"How are you still going?" she asked, her voice wrecked.

"Stamina," I said simply, pulling her into another kiss.

By the fifth round, Diane had stopped trying to be in control. She just held onto me and let me move her however I wanted. I fucked her on her side, one leg hooked over my hip while I spooned her from behind. My hand stayed on her breast the entire time, squeezing and playing with her nipple while I thrust slow and deep.

"You’re going to kill me," she mumbled, her words slurring together.

"No I’m not." I kissed her shoulder, then her neck. "You’re doing amazing."

She laughed weakly. "Liar."

But she still pushed back against each thrust. Still moaned when I hit the right spot. Still came when my fingers found her clit and rubbed in tight circles.

I came inside her again, adding to the absolute mess between her legs. Cum was leaking out around my dick at this point, dripping down her thighs.

Round six had her flat on her stomach with me on top, covering her completely. I fucked her slow this time, savoring every inch of her tight heat. My hands pinned hers to the mattress above her head while I kissed the back of her neck.

"Lukas," she whimpered against the pillow, her voice muffled and exhausted. "I can’t. I can’t come again."

"Yes you can," I murmured against her ear, my lips brushing the shell of it. The words came out gentle but certain. "One more time, Diane. Give me one more."

I shifted my weight slightly, freeing one hand to reach beneath her. My fingers found her clit, slick and swollen from overuse. I rubbed it in rhythm with my slow, deliberate thrusts, matching the steady pace I’d set. Her whole body trembled beneath me, muscles twitching with each careful touch. She was so sensitive now that even the gentlest pressure made her gasp, her breath hitching sharply.

"Please," she begged, though I wasn’t sure what she was actually begging for. Stop or more or some impossible combination of both at once.

I kept going, maintaining the same unhurried pace. My fingers circled her clit in tight patterns while I thrust deep and slow, grinding into her each time I bottomed out. Her breathing grew ragged again, her body responding even when she clearly thought she had nothing left to give.

When she came this final time, her orgasm was weak and shaky compared to the earlier ones. Her body barely arched. The sound she made was more of a broken exhale than a proper moan. But she still tightened around me, still made those beautiful sounds. Still trembled beneath me like she’d been pushed past every limit she thought she had.

I came inside her for the sixth time, then finally, finally rolled off her.

Diane lay there panting, completely spent. Her hair was a disaster. Her skin was flushed and covered in sweat. Cum leaked from between her legs, staining the expensive sheets.

She looked thoroughly fucked. Completely wrecked.

And somehow still beautiful.

I pulled her into my arms, positioning her against my chest. She made a small sound of protest but didn’t actually move away. My hand found her breast again, cupping it gently this time instead of squeezing.

"You’re still touching me," she mumbled.

"Yeah." I kissed the top of her head. "Is that okay?"

"Mm." She pressed closer, her body molding against mine. "Ask me again when I can feel my legs."

I smiled and kept holding her, my thumb brushing over her nipple in lazy circles. Not trying to start anything. Just touching because I could.

What a way to lose my virginity.

The System had been quiet during most of the actual sex, only chiming in with completion notifications. But now a new window appeared in my vision.

〘 Sexercise Trait Activated

Sexual activity detected: 6 rounds completed over 2 hours 17 minutes

Partner satisfaction rating: 96% (Exceptional)

Experience gained:

STR +7

AGI +8

DEX +6

END +12

Note: First-time completion bonus applied. Subsequent sessions will yield reduced gains unless intensity or partner count increases. 〙

So I’d gained nine stat points just from fucking Diane. Plus the two from each stat that the quest had given me. That was seventeen total points added to my baseline.

Not bad for a night’s work.

Diane shifted in my arms, her breathing finally evening out. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

"How good you feel," I said honestly.

She made a pleased sound and kissed my chest. "Flatterer."

"Just honest."

We lay there in silence for a while. The clock on her nightstand read 2:47 AM. We’d been at it for over four hours. No wonder she was exhausted.

I should probably be exhausted too. My body had just experienced six consecutive orgasms and marathon sex with minimal breaks. But thanks to Boundless Stamina, I felt fine. Tired maybe, but nowhere near the level of complete physical collapse Diane was experiencing.

"Lukas," she said eventually. "We need to talk about this."

"Not tonight," I said, kissing her forehead. "Tonight you sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow."

"Mm. Bossy." But she didn’t argue, already half asleep against my chest.

I kept holding her, one hand still cupping her breast. My thumb traced lazy patterns on her skin until her breathing deepened into actual sleep.

Only then did I let myself process what had just happened.

I’d just fucked my guardian. The woman who’d taken me in nine years ago when my parents died. The CEO who’d agreed to keep my secrets and help me get into Halloran.

And it had been amazing.

Also probably incredibly fucked up.