《The Apocalypse Show - Dungeon Core》Chapter 22
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I nodded and started by unbuckling and pulling off the armor from my upper half until I was only wearing a shirt. Then I pulled that off also and looked at the professor. She had a kind of dazed look as her eyes traced up and down my chest and stomach. I was still getting used to how in shape I was now. I didn’t just have a bit of muscle now, my body was ripped. It was nice to see that she appreciated it despite the green skin.
I bent down and untied my boots and then slipped them off while still standing. The pants were a combination of cloth with leather armor sewn on. Crude but effective. Plus it made it a lot easier when I simply slid them down. Now I was just standing there in my underwear. I slowly reached down and slid those off, freeing my cock which immediately pointed straight towards the professor.
I looked up and saw that she was now staring at my cock with that same dazed look. Then she licked her lips. I couldn’t help but shudder at that sight. “If you do that again I’m going to end up breaking my promise.” I warned her.
“Do what?” She said distractedly as her eyes stayed glued on my dick. “Lick your lips like you just saw something delicious.” I said with a grin.
Her eyes darted upwards and she stared at me in shock. “S-So-Sorry I didn’t realize I was staring.” She finally stammered out. I grinned and took a step forward. Her eyes darted down quickly before coming back up again. “Just how big is that thing?” She said in a stunned voice.
“No idea. Not like I have a ruler with me. Although there is one way to tell.” I said with a smile. “H-H-How?” She said in the same stunned voice.
“You said you wanted to examine me. Doesn’t that include taking measurements?” I asked and watched as her already red face turned redder. I took another step forward. I was now standing just a couple of feet away. “Or we could take this back to the bedroom.” I said in a low voice.
Her eyes darted up and down my body. Obviously she was considering my offer. “I have to admit those muscles are sexy. But I’m pretty sure that monster isn’t going to fit.” She said slowly. It didn’t help that her stare and words made me even harder.
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“You’re the biologist, not me. I promise you won’t regret it though.” I said and took another step forward.
She looked up at me. “This is a really bad idea.” She said and then I bent down and kissed her.
She tensed up for a second and then relaxed in my arms and returned the kiss. A few seconds later I pulled my mouth from hers and started to trail kisses down her neck. She leaned back and moaned.
I finally came to my senses enough to realize that I needed to move this to a different location. Otherwise within a couple minutes I'd be ripping the professor’s clothes off and taking her on the ground.
My hands dropped down and cupped the professor’s ass. Then I lifted her up. There were advantages to being unreasonably strong. Her legs and arms wrapped around me. I locked lips with her and started heading for the bedroom. Luckily since half my consciousness was in the dungeon mind I didn’t have any trouble avoiding the walls and any tripping hazards.
As we walked the professor unconsciously ground against my length. While one of my hands held her up, the other went to her shirt. I slid my hand up and our kiss broke momentarily as her shirt slid over her head. Tossing it to the side I locked lips with her again while my hand went to work on the clasp of her bra.
I had never mastered removing a bra with one hand though. Luckily by that time we reached the door to the bedroom. One of my feet went up and slammed into the door. With a crash the door hinge cracked along the hinges and the door fell inside the room. The professor was startled for a moment but my mouth never left hers and she quickly relaxed again.
The dungeon part of my mind quickly removed the broken door and as I stepped inside the room replaced it. Then I tossed the professor onto the bed. My hands went down to her pants and along with her help she quickly wiggled out of them.
I took a moment to admire her as she laid on the bed in just her matching black bra and panties. Then I moved forward and lightly pushed her down as I locked lips with her again.
The time when I broke the kiss and my mouth started trailing down her neck I reached around with both hands to unclasp her bra. With my mind filled with lust I completely failed though. With a growl my hands wrapped around either end of the clasp and pulled apart. With a rip and a couple quick moves the torn bra was lying on the floor.
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My mouth went to one of her nipples and I twirled my tongue around the hard nub before sucking it into my mouth. Meanwhile my other hand pinched her other nipple lightly. The professor leaned back and moaned loudly.
I continued to play with her breasts and nipples until she was trembling. Then I moved down to slide off her now moist panties. As they slid down her legs I couldn’t help but admire the view before me. Then I tossed the panties to the side and reached down to spread her legs.
I started kissing up one of her thighs before reaching her shaved pussy. Then my tongue licked around her erect clitoris. As I did that I carefully inserted one finger into her pussy.
Curling my finger up I stroked her g spot at the same time that I took her clit into my mouth. Instantly the professor came undone. As she started to come down I released her clit and stopped stroking with my finger. Of course I wasn’t close to being done. As soon as she fully settled down I slid a third finger in and started again until she came undone a second time.
By this point the professor’s eyes had glazed over as she trembled in front of me. I smiled and decided that she was more than wet enough for me to move on to the main event. Hopefully I had also managed to stretch her out enough.
I slid her to the end of the bed and stood so that my cock was lined up with her dripping wet slit. Then I carefully started to push inside. I knew my cock was huge and I’d have to give her time to adjust. By the time I had slid a quarter of the way into her she was kind of giving me a frightened look. Still the feeling of her heat and pressure around the head of my cock was amazing.
Still she was partially right. At this rate it would be a good fifteen minutes before I’d manage to sheathe my entire length inside her body, if I was able to at all. Instead I reached out with my magic and then shoved my entire length inside of her. She gasped in shock but I had made sure there wasn’t any pain as my cock bumped into her cervix.
Apparently with the pain blocked the pleasure was enough that she came undone a third time. As the walls of her vagina gripped my cock I couldn’t help but cum along with her. I grunted slightly as my sperm filled her womb.
She started to come down but I was still rock hard. Apparently orcs, or at least my orc avatar, weren’t satisfied after cumming a single time. I pulled back until only half my cock was buried inside her and then slowly pushed forward again. She shuddered slightly as I continued and eventually rolled into another small orgasm.
As she had her sixth orgasm I blew my load into her womb a second time. Each time she shuddered and moaned in orgasm I couldn’t help but admire her sweat covered body. My cock slid out and my seed leaked out onto the bed. Rolling her over onto her knees I pushed her into the middle of the bed. Then I knelt down behind her and shoved my cock inside again.
Grabbing her waist I pounded in and out of her as she tried to stay on her hands and knees. When she had another orgasm she failed and ended up with her chest shoved into the bed as I held her hips up.
Once she recovered a bit I reached down and grabbed her hair. Then I pulled back slightly until she got back up on her hands with her back arched slightly. It wasn’t long before the stimulus along her g spot made her orgasm again. This time I let myself go for a third time.
My length finally began to soften so I laid down on my back and arranged the professor so that she was tucked up against my side. It was a good ten minutes before she managed to recover enough that she no longer seemed like she was going to pass out.
I reached out a hand and a canteen of water appeared in it. Unfortunately I didn’t have the ability to create glasses yet. I handed it to the professor and she gave me a grateful look as she downed half of it.
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