FREE USE in Primitive World-Chapter 86: Liberated (Advance Bonus)

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Liberated (Advance Bonus)
"I—I can’t—!" she wailed, her nails raking lines down his back as another orgasm tore through her. Her cunt clenched around him like a vise, milking him ruthlessly as her hips bucked wildly.
Sol’s rhythm faltered, his breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. "Then take it," he snarled, slamming home one final time as his release erupted inside her... hot and thick, pulsing in ropes that filled her to the brim.
Nia’s scream dissolved into broken sobs as his cum flooded her, her body twitching violently beneath him. Her cunt continued to spasm, greedily sucking every drop as if starved, her thighs trembling where they hooked around his waist. Sol collapsed atop her, his sweat-slicked chest heaving against hers, both of them sticky with the evidence of their coupling.
"AAgh...great....," she slurred, her voice hoarse from screaming, but her legs tightened around him instinctively...keeping him buried inside her as his softening cock twitched weakly against her oversensitive walls, squeezing out the last drops as he collapsed atop her, their sweat-slicked bodies sticking together.
"S-Sol..." she whimpered, her voice hoarse from screaming, her fingers trembling where they tangled in his hair. He nipped her collarbone, licking the salt from her skin before chuckling darkly. "Still hungry?"
She shuddered violently at his words, her thighs instinctively tightening around his waist... but her cunt was too spent, her limbs too heavy, her body wrecked beyond further movement. Her lips parted in protest, but only a ragged whimper escaped.
"That’s what I thought," he purred, dragging his fingers through the mess between her legs before smearing it across her slack mouth. "Next time, you’ll beg louder."
Nia’s eyelids fluttered weakly, her breath uneven as exhaustion claimed her. The humid air clung to their entwined bodies, the scent of sweat and sex thick enough to choke on. Sol rolled off her with a satisfied grunt, as he watched her chest rise and fall erratically. "Don’t forget who owns this cunt now," he murmured, tapping her swollen clit just hard enough to make her twitch.
....
The storm had passed, leaving a stillness so profound it felt like the world was holding its breath.
Sol lay back against the roots of the great tree, his chest heaving with a slower, deeper rhythm. He reached down and pulled Nia up, arranging her gently so she lay atop him, her head resting over his heart, her limbs tangled with his, in a mess of sweat and cooling skin. He stroked her hair... no longer pulling it, but smoothing the tangled strands with a soothing, rhythmic touch.
Gradually, her trembling ceased. Her breathing synced with his.
"Are you okay?" Sol whispered, his voice raspy but soft, stripped of the growling command he had used moments ago.
Nia didn’t look up. She nodded against his chest, a small, shy movement that was completely unlike the wild, desperate creature that had ridden him just moments ago. She kept her face buried in the crook of his neck, not daring to meet his eyes.
Sol smiled at her blushing response. The contrast was staggering. But as he looked at the bruises beginning to form on her arms where he had gripped her, his smile faded.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, a frown creasing his brow.
The question hung heavy in the air. Sol was in Sage Mode now... that moment of supreme clarity where the fog of lust evaporates, leaving only the naked truth. He looked at the bruises forming on her arms, the way she winced slightly as she shifted.
He realized that his violence hadn’t just been about dominance. It had been a purge.
Deep down, beneath the bravado of the "Soup Merchant" and the "protagonist with cheat," there was a terrified man who had been ripped from his own world and dropped into a nightmare. The fear of the Thornmaw, the gnawing anxiety of starvation, the crushing loneliness of being the only modern human in a savage land where everything wanted to eat him... it had all festered inside him.
It was a pressure cooker of suppressed emotions, dark fantasies, and existential dread.
He was happy to be alive, yes. He was ecstatic to have power. But that didn’t erase the melancholy of a life left behind... the safety of walls, the comfort of laws, the faces he would never see again. It didn’t erase the existential dread of looking at a moon that was too big and realizing he would never see his home ever again.
For days, he had pushed it down, masking it with arrogance and schemes. But when he found he had this power... this ability to take absolute control in a chaotic world... the dam had broken.
He had poured all that fear, rage, and helplessness into her. He had used her body as a vessel to scream his existence into the void. He had tried to fuck the fear out of his own soul.
He had used her body as a vessel to scream his existence into the void.
I went too far,
he thought, guilt pooling in his stomach.
I used her to fight my own ghosts. I treated her like an object to break because I feel broken.
Nia stopped moving at his sudden question. She went rigid against him, keeping her head low.
Seeing this reaction, Sol felt even worse. The silence felt like an accusation.
So I did hurt her. I broke her.
Just as he was about to spiral into a void of self-loathing, ready to apologize, to promise he would never touch her again, Nia slowly lifted her head.
Sol braced himself for tears of pain or a look of fear.
Instead, he saw a face flushed a deep, rosy crimson. Her eyes were shimmering, not with pain, but with a glassy, drugged wonder that looked almost holy.
"W-well..." she stammered, biting her swollen lip, unable to hold his gaze. "I-it did hurt a bit... at first. It felt like I was being split open. Like you were tearing me apart."
Sol winced, opening his mouth to apologize.
"But..." She paused, her eyes searching his chest, looking for the right words in a language that didn’t have enough of them. She shyly buried her face back into the hollow of his neck, hiding her expression as she murmured into his skin.
"It was even more... enjoyable."
Her voice dropped to a reverent whisper, shivering against his collarbone.
"I haven’t felt something like this in my whole life, Sol. It wasn’t just my body. It felt like... like my spirit left the ground. It felt like I had reached up and met with my ancestors in the clouds."
She shuddered against him, the memory of the pleasure sending a fresh ripple through her exhausted nerves.
"My body... my spirit... they feel liberated," she confessed, her hand tightening on his chest, gripping him as if he were an anchor in a storm. "The heavy feeling I have carried since it was decided that Grak was my mate... since he decided to force me... it is gone. Burned away by your fire. I feel light. I feel clean."
She took a shuddering breath, her fingers tracing the line of Sol’s collarbone.