Apocalypse : Transmigrated With Milf System-Chapter 35: Sating A Milf’s Urges

Ruel turned from Elara, his gaze sweeping across the room until it landed on the slightly ajar door.

He moved towards it, his footsteps silent on the floor.

Anya, watching him through the crack, felt a surge of panic.

She tried to back away, to disappear into the shadows, but it was too late.

Ruel reached the door and, with a swift, silent motion, opened it.

Anya, caught in her shameful position, froze. Her face flushed crimson, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and mortification. She wanted to run, to hide, but her legs seemed rooted to the spot.

Ruel stood in the doorway, his naked form filling the space. His smirk was gone, replaced by a look of cool, predatory satisfaction.

"Trying to sneak away, cariad?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous purr.

Anya stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Ruel took a step closer. "No need to be shy," he said. "I saw everything. You were enjoying the show, weren't you?"

Anya's heart pounded in her chest.

She couldn't deny it.

He knew.

And the knowledge that he'd seen her in such a state, so completely out of control, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Before she could react, Ruel moved.

He crossed the remaining distance in a blur of motion and pressed Anya against the door, her back to his chest.

The suddenness of it took her breath away.

His hands, strong and demanding, closed over her large bouncy breasts, as he squeezed them firmly.

"Hnngh" Anya gasped, a sound that was half pain, half pleasure.

"Did you like what you saw?" he murmured into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

Anya's mind raced. "Wha... what are you doing?" she managed to whisper, her voice trembling.

"Doing what your body wants," Ruel replied, his voice a low growl.

"I don't... I don't need any help from you," Anya protested weakly.

"You just go away... I don't need any help anymore..."

Ruel chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. "Too bad," he said. "I'm a man of my word. I said I'd help you, and I will."

He reached around her, his fingers tearing at the fabric of her top, ripping it open from where he'd been squeezing her breasts.

The sound of the tearing fabric was shockingly loud in the sudden silence.

Anya gasped as her topless back was exposed to his gaze.

Ruel inhaled deeply, savoring her scent.

She tried to struggle, to turn around, but he held her firmly in place, his grip like iron.

He squeezed her other breast, eliciting a sharp cry. "Annhh!❤️"

"I don't want this," Anya pleaded, her voice desperate.

Ruel ignored her protests.

"This isn't like you, cariad," he said, his voice mocking. "I saw you. You were watching Elara and me fucking this whole time, while you were playing with yourself."

Anya's face burned with shame. "It... it was because... it was the first time I saw something like that," she confessed, her voice barely audible.

Ruel smirked. "Hmm. Since you haven't seen... then let me give you the full experience."

He turned her head, forcing her to look at him, while her body remained pressed against the door.

He captured her lips in a long, deep kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, demanding and possessive.

Anya struggled to breathe, her lungs burning.

Only when she was on the verge of losing consciousness did he break the kiss.

He trailed kisses down her neck, his tongue licking at her earlobe.

He continued his descent, his lips and tongue tracing a path down her neck, her shoulders, taking in her scent.

Then, his tone changed, the softness gone.

"Hyaahn❤️"He pressed her harder against the door, his body heat searing through her.

He reached down and ripped her pants, the fabric tearing open from the middle, exposing her round juicy butt.

He slid her panties aside, ignoring her desperate pleas.

Without warning, he thrust into her, his entry rough and forceful.

Anya cried out, a sound of pain and surprise.

But her body was already slick with arousal, betraying her true desire.

"Ugh...❤️hnm...❤️" She felt him fill her, stretching her in ways she never thought possible.

"Ugh..huu...❤️"She felt her conciousness fading as her eyes rolled backward

Ruel twisted and ground against her, reaching her deepest core.

For the first time, Anya understood the raw power of desire.

Her previous experiences with her husband, his quick, perfunctory sexual encounters had been nothing like this.

This was primal, overwhelming.

As she was lost in her thoughts, Ruel withdrew almost completely and then thrust back in, deeper this time.

Waves of pleasure, sharp and intense, crashed over her.

Ruel continued his relentless assault, his hand squeezing her breast, her face pinned against the unyielding surface of the door.

This position, this raw, unbridled passion, was new to her.

Her husband had never been interested in such things.

Their encounters had always been brief, missionary-style, over in minutes.

She had never known that sex could be like this.

With each thrust, Anya's struggles weakened.

"No...do.. don't...❤️" Her protests turned into moans, "Hnngh...❤️ more...❤️..Anh..." then into desperate pleas for more"Yes...❤️ more...❤️like that... deeper...❤️Hanh..❤️".

Ruel, sensing her surrender, continued his relentless fucking, his movements hard and demanding.

He brought her to orgasm, not once, not twice, but four, five times in quick succession.

Yet, he didn't stop. He hadn't yet found his own release.

"pah.. pah.. pah..." Pressing her harder against the door, he turned her head and captured her mouth in another deep, hungry kiss as he continued to thrust from behind.

He alternated between kissing her and fondling her breasts, his touch possessive and demanding.

Finally, a shudder ran through him. He threw his head back and roared as he emptied himself deep inside her, his seed pulsing into her depths. He pressed her against the door with bruising force, his body trembling with the aftermath. Anya's legs shook, threatening to give way beneath her.

But as Ruel pulled away slightly, his eyes searching hers, he saw that she wasn't finished. There was still a hunger in her gaze, a desperate need for more.

A smirk touched his lips. He had an idea.

He withdrew completely and stepped back, putting some distance between them.

Anya, feeling the sudden emptiness, the loss of his weight against her, turned to face him. A wave of longing washed over her, a desperate craving for the sensations he had awakened within her.

"Wha... what happened?" she asked, her voice thick with need. "Why did you stop?"

Ruel crossed his arms over his chest, a smug expression on his face. "I'm done," he said casually. "I've finished."

The words hit Anya like a physical blow. She felt a surge of anger and desperation, a primal fury at being left unsatisfied.

"Why did you stop just afterforcing yourself on me?" she snarled, her voice losing its ladylike composure. "You can't just leave a woman hanging like this.."

Ruel's smirk widened. "I don't want to," he said simply.

Anya, her carefully constructed facade of control crumbling, took a step towards him. "Are you even a man?" she spat, her voice laced with challenge.

Ruel raised an eyebrow. "Am I not?"

The question hung in the air, thick with unspoken meaning.

Anya's gaze flickered down his body, then back up to his face.

The memory of his powerful thrusts, the feel of him inside her, flooded her senses.

Her lower body throbbed, slick with his seed and her own arousal.

Her legs trembled.

"If you won't do it..." she said, her voice low and husky, "then I will."

It was exactly what Ruel had been waiting for.

"Be my guest," he said, his voice a lazy drawl. "I'm tired."

He turned around and stood against the door with his back facing the door.

Anya hesitated for only a moment.

Then, driven by a need she could no longer deny, she stood in front of him and finally raised her one leg, positoning it on the door.

As she held his shoulders on both the side.

Then she took his shaft and positioned to her hole.

She straddled his hips, her gaze locked with his.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she lowered herself onto his waiting shaft.

A gasp escaped her lips as she felt him fill her, stretching her, completing the circuit.

"sqluech... sqluech..." She began to move, her hips rotating, her body finding its own rhythm.

Ruel watched her, his expression one of detached amusement.

He remained still, letting her take control.

"sqluech... sqluech..."With each front-and-back movement, Anya felt the waves of pleasure building, washing over her, erasing the last vestiges of her shame and reserve.

"Anh... Anh...❤️Hmn... Anh... more...❤️"She was no longer the composed, dignified leader.

She was a woman consumed by lust, driven by a hunger that only he could satisfy.