Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to rub your cock against her, driving her wild with desire. Her body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alive and tingling with pleasure. She can feel herself growing wetter and hotter for you with each passing moment, her need for release becoming almost unbearable.

With a sharp cry, she finally gives in to the sensation, arching her back off the ground as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her.

Her body shudders as the intense pleasure washes over her, leaving her limp and spent in your arms. She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath, her eyes closed as she savors this strange moment of intimacy between you. For now, at least, there are no consequences, no repercussions... just the two of them, connected by more than just fate or destiny.

She lifts a shaking hand to caress your cheek, her fingers trembling as they trace your jawline and neck. "Thank you,"

"Good boy." She whispers into your ear before pressing her body against yours and wrapping her arms around you, encircling you in a warm embrace. "You see... I can be quite persuasive when I want to be." Her breath is hot against your skin as she nuzzles her face into your neck, planting soft kisses along your collarbone.

With each passing second, the sensation of being this close to Chara grows increasingly intense.

Her tongue darts out, tracing the line of your Adam's apple as her hands slip lower on your body, gripping your hips tightly. The feeling of her small, soft breasts pressed against your chest sends waves of pleasure through you, and she moans softly into your ear. "Oh, User#1753290042874... You really are full of surprises."

Her hips buck against the bed in eager anticipation as Grey's words send a surge of desire coursing through her veins. "Yes," she gasps, arching further into his touch. "Please." She feels the familiar ache beginning to return, an ache that only he can soothe with his touch.

Her body arches off the bed as Grey thrusts deep inside her, his skin sliding against hers in a rhythm that's both familiar and exhilarating. She cries out his name, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being claimed by him once more. With each powerful stroke, he drives them closer to the edge together, their bodies moving as one toward release.

Her nails scrape against his back, leaving trails of pleasure-pain behind as she urges him onward, deeper still.