"Yes... yes..." Elara begged, her face flushed as she was grinding down on him. "Now, Scott. Please… I… I can't hold on for any longer…"
Scott didn't wait anymore. He adjusted his stance, bracing his legs on the pool floor. He guided his huge dick to her entrance.
She was dripping wet, swollen and ready, her body weeping for him.
With one powerful thrust, he entered her.
"OH!" Elara threw her head back, a scream of pure release echoing off the cave walls.
She was so tight, clutching his dick like a vice, but the slickness allowed him to bury himself to the hilt.
"Ahaa…Hnh aha…!!" The feeling of being penetrated… completely by him… chased away the phantom sensation of Varg's fingers.
She continued to moan loudly, as Scott held her hips, setting a brutal, rhythmic pace.
In order to burn the drug out of her system, the only way was through.
Splash. Splash. Splash.
The sound of their bodies colliding mixed with the churning water.
"Is this what you wanted?" Scott growled, thrusting deep, hitting a spot that made her toes curl.
"Yes! Harder!" Elara clawed at his shoulders, her nails leaving trails on his skin. "Make me forget! Make him disappear!"
Scott complied.
His Level 5 Bull's Frame gave him terrifying stamina and strength.
He didn't tire.
He pounded into her, every thrust a declaration of ownership. He was reclaiming her body, inch by inch.
He moved his hand between them, finding the pearl of her clitoris, swollen and sensitive. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts.
Elara shrieked, her vision going white. The pleasure was too much…it was blinding, all-consuming, better than what they had before.
The heat of the Siren Mushroom was finally being met with a fire that was stronger.
"Scott! I'm... I'm..."
"Let go," he commanded, driving into her one last time, deep and hard.
Elara's body convulsed.
Her inner muscles clamped down on him, milking him with spasms of intense ecstasy.
She sobbed his name, burying her face in his shoulder as waves of pleasure rolled through her, washing away the poison, the fear, and the shame.
Scott roared, finding his own release, cumming deep inside her, marking her as his in the most primal way possible.
They stayed like that for a long time, the water settling around them.
Elara's breathing slowly returned to normal, the frantic heat fading into a warm, heavy exhaustion.
She rested her head on his shoulder, her legs still wrapped around him, her body limp.
"Is it over?" Elara gasped, her head resting on his shoulder, her body twitching with the aftershocks of release.
But even as she asked, a tremor ran through her.
The Siren Mushroom, insidious and stubborn, flared again in her blood.
The heat in her belly, which had been doused for a moment, roared back to life, demanding more.
The drug wasn't just a physical stimulant; it was a psychological cage, whispering that she was still empty, still needing to be broken.
"No," Scott whispered, sensing the spike in her body temperature and the way her pupils dilated again. "Not yet."
He pulled back slightly, cupping her wet face with his large hands. His thumbs traced her cheekbones, wiping away the mixture of spring water and tears.
"Look at me, Elara," he commanded softly.
She forced her heavy eyelids open. Her gaze was hazy, swimming with the purple fog of the drug, but she locked onto his eyes.
"I am going to wash every trace of him away," Scott promised. "I am going to love you until you don't remember what happened."
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss.
It was a stark contrast to the primal pounding of moments before.
He tasted her fully, his tongue sweeping through her mouth, tangling with hers in a dance that was possessive yet adoring.
Inside his chest, the Level 5 Mycelial Heart thrummed with power.
The massive expenditure of energy from their first union was replenished in minutes.
Newly recovered life energy surged through his veins, revitalizing his muscles and refilling his stamina instantly.
He didn't feel fatigue; he felt limitless.
He lifted her easily, his Bull's Frame handling her weight as if she were made of air and moved them toward the edge of the pool where the azure moss grew thick and soft like a carpet.
He laid her back on the mossy bank, her legs still dangling in the warm water.
The cool, damp moss against her back made her arch, her breasts thrusting upward, glistening in the dim light.
"Scott..." she moaned, reaching for him. "I need... I need..."
"I know," he murmured.
He moved between her legs again, but this time, he didn't rush. He knelt over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the cavern ceiling, becoming her entire world.
He grabbed her ankles and draped her legs over his shoulders, opening her up completely to his gaze.
"You are so beautiful," he said, his voice thick with lust and reverence. "Perfect."
He entered her slowly, inch by agonizing inch.
"Ahhh..." Elara threw her head back, her hands gripping the moss.
The new angle allowed him to go deeper than before, hitting the very core of her.
He leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of her head, and began to move.
It was a slow, grinding rhythm. He watched her face, watching the pleasure replace the pain.
Every time she whimpered, he kissed her… her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, her lips. He showered her with affection, forcing the romance to override the trauma.
"You're mine, baby. Only mine," he whispered against her lips.
"Ahana..yes..haaaa…yes," she sobbed, kissing him back fiercely. "Only… HA… Y… yours."
The friction built rapidly. Scott could feel her pussy clamping around him, pleading for more speed.
He gave it to her.
He increased the pace, his hips snapping forward with the relentless power of a machine.
The Mycelial Heart pumped pure vitality into his system, ensuring his rhythm never faltered, his strength never waned.
"Scott! Scott!" Elara screamed, her hips rising to meet his thrusts.
She climaxed again, a violent, shuddering release that made her vision blur. But Scott didn't stop.
He couldn't. He could feel the last dregs of the poison fighting back, trying to keep her in the haze.
He pulled out, leaving her gasping and empty for a split second, before flipping her over.