The abandoned warehouse on the edge of Sunnydale reeked of mildew and old blood, the distant rumble of thunder echoing the tension of the coming apocalypse, but none of that mattered to Molly as she locked eyes with Jax in the flickering lantern light. Her short dark hair clung to her damp forehead, her athletic frame tense with pent-up hunger after weeks of training and fear. "I want you now," she said, voice low and fierce, stepping closer so her breasts brushed his chest. With deliberate slowness, she stripped for him, tugging her tank top over her head to bare her firm, toned torso, then shimmying out of her jeans to reveal the slick folds of her pussy already glistening with arousal, her thighs parting invitingly.

Jax's hands found her waist, dominant and steady, pulling her into a hungry kiss before he dropped to his knees, his tongue dragging along her inner thigh. Molly gasped as his mouth claimed her, lips parting her wet pussy to suckle her swollen clit in long, rhythmic strokes that sent jolts of pleasure racing up her spine. She gripped his shoulders, hips rocking against his face while he lapped at her folds, tasting her deeply, his own cock straining hard against his pants. The wet sounds of his oral worship filled the space, her juices coating his chin as she moaned his name, every flick of his tongue building her toward release.

Panting, Molly pulled him up and shoved his pants down, freeing his thick black cock that throbbed in her grip. They stood pressed together, her hand stroking him from base to tip while his fingers plunged into her soaked pussy, two digits curling to rub her inner walls with expert pressure. She matched his rhythm, pumping his shaft in tight, twisting strokes, precum slicking her palm as mutual pleasure built, their breaths mingling in desperate gasps, bodies trembling with the raw need to connect before the end.

Molly's inexperience showed in the hesitant way her fingers explored him at first, her grip unsure despite the fierce hunger in her eyes as she confessed between gasps, "I've never... done this with anyone before the end came calling." Jax's dominant touch guided her, his fingers thrusting deeper into her tight, virgin-tight pussy with a steady curl that made her walls clench and drip around him, the slick sounds of her arousal filling the air as he whispered encouragement against her neck. Her strokes grew bolder, twisting firmer along his thick black cock, feeling every vein pulse under her palm while his thumb circled her swollen clit, sending shivers through her athletic frame that mixed fear with overwhelming pleasure.

The intensity built as she rocked her hips against his hand, her short dark hair brushing his shoulder when she leaned in for another bruising kiss, her free hand clutching his back to anchor herself amid the unfamiliar waves of ecstasy. Jax pumped his fingers faster, scissoring them inside her soaked heat to stretch her gently, coating his knuckles in her juices as she whimpered his name, her own hand accelerating on his shaft with precum easing every frantic glide. Their bodies pressed closer, sweat-slicked skin sliding together in the dim light, her firm breasts rubbing his chest as mutual arousal crested toward something raw and inevitable, their shared breaths hot and ragged with the weight of what they both craved before facing the darkness ahead.

Jax's fingers curled deeper inside her virgin-tight pussy, scissoring with deliberate pressure that stretched her slick walls and drew fresh whimpers from Molly's throat. She clung to him, her inexperience evident in the way her strokes on his thick black cock faltered then surged, her small hand barely wrapping around the veined girth as she pumped faster, chasing the heat building between them. His slayer strength kept her pinned in that hungry embrace, his free hand gripping her athletic ass to grind her dripping folds harder against his thrusting digits, the wet squelch of her arousal echoing through the warehouse with every curl of his knuckles against her sensitive inner spot.

"I can feel you clenching so tight around me," Jax growled against her ear, his dominant voice steady even as his own cock throbbed and leaked more precum into her palm. Molly's short dark hair tickled his neck as she buried her face there, gasping at the overwhelming rush of sensations she'd never experienced before—the way his thumb relentlessly circled her swollen clit, sending sparks through her toned body while his healing powers let him take every desperate scratch of her nails down his back without pause. Her juices coated his hand to the wrist, her hips bucking wildly in rhythm with his fingers as pleasure mounted, her firm breasts heaving against his chest with each ragged breath.

The mutual rhythm intensified, her inexperienced grip twisting firmer along his shaft while his fingers plunged relentlessly into her soaked heat, scissoring and curling until her pussy fluttered around them in desperate spasms. Sweat mingled on their skin, the lantern light catching the glistening trails down her thighs as Molly cried out, her body trembling on the edge of release with the raw, apocalyptic urgency that bound them together.

Jax growled low in his throat as Molly's grip tightened around his thick cock, her inexperience evident in the way her strokes faltered between bold tugs and shy caresses, yet her fierce determination shone through as she pressed her athletic body harder against his. Her virgin-tight pussy clenched greedily around his thrusting fingers, slick juices coating his knuckles and dripping down her toned thighs while his thumb worked relentless circles over her swollen clit. The wet, rhythmic sounds of their mutual exploration echoed in the warehouse, her short dark hair tickling his neck as she buried her face there, whimpering with each deep curl of his digits that stretched her untouched walls. "That's it, feel how it heals you even as it burns," he murmured, his slayer blood letting faint scratches from her nails fade instantly across his back, the fast regeneration only fueling his dominant drive to claim her pleasure before the end.

Her breaths came in sharp gasps, body trembling with the overwhelming new sensations as she rocked her hips desperately onto his hand, her firm breasts sliding against his chest with each frantic motion. Molly's hand pumped faster along his throbbing length, learning the rhythm through his guiding groans, precum slicking her palm as she twisted her wrist and felt every pulsing vein under her touch. The intensity crested sharply when his fingers scissored wider inside her soaked heat, hitting a spot that made her cry out and shudder violently, her pussy spasming in her first real orgasm, flooding his hand with fresh arousal while her strokes grew erratic on his cock. Sweat gleamed on her skin, the air thick with the musky scent of their arousal and the distant thunder, binding them in this raw, fleeting connection amid the apocalypse's shadow.

Molly's thighs quivered as Jax's fingers drove deeper, his slayer-enhanced strength holding her steady while her virgin walls fluttered and spasmed around the thick intrusion. Her hand faltered on his throbbing cock, the slick precum making her inexperienced strokes slide unevenly along his veined shaft, but she pushed through the awkwardness with a determined whimper, tightening her grip and twisting her wrist the way his low groans encouraged. The wet heat of her pussy clenched greedily, juices dripping down his wrist in glistening rivulets as his thumb ground harder against her swollen clit, each circle sending sharp jolts through her athletic body that made her short dark hair whip across her face.

"I—I don't know how much more I can take," she gasped against his neck, her voice cracking with the overwhelming rush of first-time sensations, her free hand clawing down his back in desperate need. Jax healed instantly from the scratches, his skin knitting smooth under her nails without a flinch as he pumped his fingers faster, scissoring them wide to stretch her tight channel while his dominant presence kept her pinned. Her firm breasts crushed against his chest with every buck of her hips, nipples dragging over his skin as mutual pleasure crested; her palm worked his thick black cock in frantic, slippery pulls, feeling it pulse and swell toward release, the salty tang of precum coating her fingers.

Their bodies rocked together in the dim warehouse, sweat-slicked and trembling, until Molly's cry broke into a shuddering moan. Her pussy convulsed hard around his fingers, hot floods of release soaking his hand as the orgasm tore through her inexperienced frame. Jax growled low, his cock jerking in her grip as thick ropes of cum spurted across her toned stomach, the shared climax binding them in that raw, desperate moment before the end.

Her body still quivered from the shattering release, her virgin-tight pussy pulsing around his fingers as fresh slickness coated his hand, but Molly didn't pull away. Instead, she sank to her knees on the cold concrete, her short dark hair falling forward as she took his thick black cock between her lips for the first time, tasting the salty bead of precum on her tongue. The inexperience showed in her tentative licks along the veined shaft, her small hands gripping his hips for balance while her mouth stretched around the head, sucking with growing eagerness that made Jax groan and thrust shallowly into her warmth. His slayer healing kept any accidental scrape of her teeth from leaving a mark, his dominant hands threading through her hair to guide her rhythm as she bobbed deeper, saliva dripping down his length to mix with the musky scent already heavy in the air.

Jax pulled her up before he could spill, spinning her to press her athletic body against a rusted support beam, his fingers returning to her soaked folds to stretch her further while his cock rubbed along her slick pussy lips. Molly gasped at the new friction, her inexperience making her cling tighter as she whispered how overwhelming it all felt, yet her hips rocked back instinctively, grinding against him with desperate hunger. He fingered her harder, three digits now pumping into her dripping heat while his thumb kept circling her swollen clit, drawing fresh tremors through her toned frame. Their mutual masturbation built again, her hand finding his cock once more to stroke in time with his thrusts, precum easing every twist of her wrist as their bodies slapped together in the dim lantern glow, sweat-slicked skin sliding and hearts pounding in sync against the looming darkness outside.

The pleasure mounted relentlessly, her first orgasm's aftershocks blending into a second wave that left her crying out his name, her walls clenching greedily around his fingers as juices ran down her thighs in glistening trails. Jax's thick black cock throbbed in her grip, his healing powers letting him endure the frantic pace without pause, until he growled and spilled hot ropes of cum across her firm breasts and toned belly, marking her in the heat of their connection. They stayed locked together afterward, breaths ragged and bodies trembling, the raw intimacy forging something deeper amid the apocalypse's shadow.

Jax's cum still glistened on her toned stomach as Molly's legs wobbled, her virgin-tight pussy pulsing around his withdrawing fingers with aftershocks that left her gasping. She blinked up at him through the haze, her short dark hair matted with sweat, inexperience plain in the shy way she glanced at his still-hard black cock twitching against her hip. "I need you inside me," she whispered, voice cracking with raw hunger and nerves, her athletic body pressing closer despite the unfamiliar ache between her thighs. Jax's dominant grip shifted to her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto a dusty crate as his slayer healing already had him ready again, no trace of exhaustion in his dark eyes.

He lined the thick head of his cock against her slick folds, rubbing it through her dripping wetness to coat himself before pushing in slow and steady. Molly cried out, her tight walls stretching around his girth for the first time, her inexperience making every inch a burning, overwhelming invasion that made her nails dig into his shoulders. Jax healed instantly from the scratches as he thrust deeper, burying himself to the hilt in her soaked pussy with a low groan, his hands holding her firm ass to grind against her clit on each withdrawal. She whimpered at the fullness, hips jerking instinctively as he fucked into her with controlled power, the wet slap of skin echoing while her juices coated his shaft and dripped down her thighs.

Her strokes from before had nothing on this; Molly clung to him, moaning his name as his thick black cock pounded her virgin channel, each thrust hitting spots that sent fresh spasms through her athletic frame. Jax's regeneration let him drive harder, faster, his mouth claiming hers in a bruising kiss while his fingers found her swollen clit again, circling until she shattered once more around him. Her pussy clenched greedily, milking him as he spilled deep inside her with a final growl, their bodies locked in sweat-slicked heat amid the thunder, the fleeting bond searing hotter than the apocalypse waiting outside.

They stayed locked together afterward, breaths ragged and bodies trembling, the raw intimacy forging something deeper amid the apocalypse's shadow. Jax's fingers slipped free from her still-pulsing pussy, leaving her empty and aching as he turned her to face him fully, his dominant gaze locking onto hers. "You're ready for more," he murmured, guiding her inexperienced hands to his already hardening cock, thick and veined in her small grip once more. Molly nodded shyly, her cheeks flushed, confessing in a whisper how the stretch of his fingers had been her first taste of real pleasure, yet her hips tilted forward instinctively, her virgin-tight entrance brushing the head of his shaft with slick need.

He lifted her athletic frame with slayer ease, pressing her back against the cool beam as his thick black cock nudged between her folds, parting them slowly. Molly gasped at the unfamiliar pressure, her inexperience showing in the way her thighs tensed and her nails dug into his shoulders, but she clung tighter, rocking down to take the first inch inside her dripping heat. Jax healed instantly from every bite of her grip, thrusting deeper with controlled power, stretching her untouched walls inch by inch while his thumb returned to her swollen clit, circling to ease the burn. Her pussy clenched greedily around his invading length, juices easing every slow push as she whimpered his name, the full sensation overwhelming her senses with sparks of pain-tinged ecstasy she'd never known.

Their bodies joined completely as he buried himself to the hilt, her firm breasts crushed to his chest and her short dark hair brushing his jaw when she buried her face there. He began to move, powerful strokes that made her cry out with each withdrawal and thrust, his healing gifts letting him pound harder without restraint while her walls fluttered and milked him. Molly's hands roamed his back, learning the rhythm through gasps and moans, her own fingers slipping between them to rub her clit in time until another climax crashed through her, her pussy spasming around his cock and pulling his release deep inside her. They shuddered together in the aftermath, sweat-slicked and connected, the warehouse's shadows wrapping around their shared heat as the storm outside rumbled closer.

As their shared climax ebbed, Molly's body still quivered around Jax's thick cock buried deep in her soaked pussy, her inexperience leaving her breathless and clinging tighter to his shoulders while his slayer healing kept him rigid and ready without pause. He eased out slowly, her slick juices and his cum trailing down her thighs, then spun her gently to face the crate, his dominant hands spreading her athletic ass cheeks to expose the tight pucker of her ass. "Trust me," he murmured, pressing the head of his thick black cock against that virgin entrance, easing in with careful thrusts that stretched her untouched ring and drew sharp gasps from her as the burning fullness overwhelmed her senses for the first time.

Molly whimpered at the intense new invasion, her short dark hair falling forward as she braced against the wood, her virgin-tight ass clenching around his girth while his fingers returned to her dripping pussy to rub her swollen clit and ease the stretch. Jax's healing powers let him thrust deeper without restraint, his hips slapping against her firm cheeks in a steady rhythm that filled the warehouse with wet sounds and her mixed moans of pain melting into pleasure, her inexperience making every inch feel electrifyingly raw as his free hand guided her hips back to meet him. She rocked instinctively, the dual sensations building fast, her athletic frame trembling as his thick shaft pumped into her ass and his fingers curled inside her pussy, sending waves of ecstasy through her that blurred the fear of the coming battle into pure, desperate connection.

Their pace quickened under the flickering light, sweat dripping from her toned body as Jax fucked her ass with controlled power, his cock throbbing and swelling until he spilled hot cum deep inside that tight channel with a guttural growl, his thumb circling her clit to push her over the edge again in a shuddering orgasm that left her walls pulsing around his fingers. Molly collapsed forward, spent and marked by their bond, his healing skin already smoothing from her scratches as he held her close, the thunder outside echoing the raw intensity they'd forged in these final moments.

As the echoes of their shared climax faded, Molly's legs remained wrapped around Jax's waist, her virgin-tight pussy still fluttering around his thick black cock as it softened inside her. She buried her face against his neck, whispering how the stretch and fullness had been nothing like she'd imagined in her inexperienced fantasies, her short dark hair damp against his skin. Jax's slayer healing had already erased the red lines her nails left on his back, allowing him to hold her steady without pause as he eased out slowly, his cum leaking from her swollen folds in warm rivulets down her toned thighs.

He lowered her to the crate once more but didn't release her, instead guiding her hand back to his shaft with dominant insistence, encouraging her tentative strokes to grow firmer as her inexperience gave way to eager curiosity. Molly dropped to her knees again without prompting, taking his cock between her lips with a shy moan, her tongue swirling over the head to taste their mingled releases while her small hands cupped his balls. Jax groaned, threading fingers through her hair to guide her deeper, his rapid regeneration letting him harden fully in her mouth as she sucked with building confidence, saliva dripping down her chin.

Panting, he pulled her up and spun her to bend over the crate, spreading her athletic ass to expose her dripping pussy anew. His fingers plunged back inside her slick heat, three thick digits scissoring and curling against her sensitive walls as his thumb worked her swollen clit, drawing fresh whimpers from her inexperienced frame. Molly reached back to stroke his cock in rhythm, her grip twisting along the veined length while her hips rocked desperately, the wet sounds of their mutual masturbation filling the warehouse until another orgasm crashed through her, her walls clenching hard as Jax came again across her back in hot, pulsing spurts.

As they caught their breath in the warehouse's dim glow, Molly's athletic body still trembled from the intense stretch of Jax's thick black cock in her virgin ass, her inexperienced frame quivering with the mix of lingering burn and newfound pleasure while his healing skin smoothed over the faint marks of her nails. Jax eased her upright with dominant care, his fingers gently tracing her slick folds to soothe the pulsing heat between her thighs, drawing soft whimpers from her as she leaned back against his chest, short dark hair damp against his shoulder. "That was... everything," she whispered shyly, her cheeks flushed from the raw intimacy, her virgin-tight pussy still dripping their mixed arousal down her toned legs as the thunder rumbled closer.

They dressed in hurried silence, the weight of the apocalypse pressing in, but Jax's slayer regeneration already had him steady and ready, pulling Molly close for one last heated kiss that promised deeper connection if they survived. Her body ached deliciously from the night's firsts, firm breasts pressing to him as she confessed how his guidance had unlocked sensations she'd never dared imagine. Just as they stepped toward the exit, a familiar voice cut through the night—Buffy calling out, waking the others to gather at the school for the final push against the First Evil, the distant sounds of the group stirring pulling them back to duty.

Molly glanced at Jax with fierce determination in her eyes, her hand slipping into his as they slipped into the shadows, the bond forged in sweat and desperate pleasure fueling their steps toward the coming battle, her inexperienced heart pounding with both fear and the electric memory of his touch.

Her body still humming with the aftershocks, Molly slowly straightened, her athletic thighs slick with their mingled releases as she turned to face Jax with wide, uncertain eyes that betrayed her inexperience. She sank to her knees again without hesitation, her short dark hair brushing his hips while she took his cum-smeared cock between her lips, sucking gently at first to clean him with tentative swirls of her tongue that grew bolder as his slayer healing kept him thickening rapidly in her mouth. Jax groaned above her, his dominant fingers threading through her damp locks to guide her deeper, the wet heat of her inexperienced suction drawing fresh precum that she lapped up eagerly, her small hands cupping his balls while saliva and residue dripped down her chin onto her firm breasts.

The warehouse's shadows seemed to pulse with their shared urgency as he pulled her up once more, spinning her to bend over the crate so his thick black cock could nudge back into her dripping pussy from behind. Molly gasped at the renewed stretch, her virgin walls fluttering around the familiar invasion as he thrust steadily, one hand reaching around to rub her swollen clit while the other gripped her hip to pull her back onto him. Their rhythm built again in slick, slapping sounds, her juices coating his shaft as she rocked with growing confidence despite the overwhelming sensations, until another shared peak crashed over them—her pussy clenching tight as he spilled deep inside her with a low growl, the raw emotional tether between them burning brighter against the coming darkness.

Molly glanced at Jax with fierce determination in her eyes, her hand slipping into his as they slipped into the shadows, the bond forged in sweat and desperate pleasure fueling their steps toward the coming battle, her inexperienced heart pounding with both fear and the electric memory of his touch. They moved quickly through the darkened streets of Sunnydale, the warehouse's musky scent still clinging to their skin, her thighs slick with the remnants of their releases as every step reminded her of the thick stretch of his cock in her ass and pussy. Buffy's voice grew louder ahead, rallying the Potentials and scoobies toward the school, the distant rumble of thunder mixing with the group's urgent footsteps.

As they reached the high school grounds, the air thickened with tension and the faint ozone of impending rain, Jax's hand tightening possessively on hers while his slayer healing kept his stride steady despite the night's exertions. Molly's short dark hair whipped in the wind, her athletic body still humming from the orgasms that had left her virgin-tight pussy and ass tender yet eager, the memory of his fingers scissoring deep inside her and his tongue lapping at her swollen clit sending fresh heat through her core. The group assembled in the hallway, Buffy barking orders about heading underground to face the First Evil, but Molly caught Jax's dominant gaze in the fluorescent lights, her fingers brushing his thick black cock through his pants in a secret promise of more connection if they survived the night.

They descended with the others, the school's corridors echoing with boots and whispers, but the raw intimacy they'd shared in the warehouse lingered like a shield, her firm breasts brushing his arm as she pressed close, whispering how his cum still warmed her insides and how his regeneration had let him fuck her without mercy. The underground entrance loomed, the battle's weight pressing in, yet their shared hunger burned hotter, bodies brushing in the dim light as they prepared to fight side by side, the electric pulse of their bond ready to ignite again amid the chaos.

The fight began with a roar as Buffy led the charge into the cavernous tunnels beneath the school, the First Evil's minions surging from the shadows like waves of darkness made flesh. Molly gripped her stake tight, her athletic body still thrumming with the ache of Jax's thick black cock stretching her virgin-tight ass and pussy, each step sending fresh jolts of slick warmth trickling down her thighs where his cum lingered. Jax stayed at her side, his dominant presence a steady anchor as his slayer regeneration kept his strides powerful, his hand brushing hers in silent promise while the air filled with the clash of steel and the screams of the dying.

Her short dark hair whipped around her face as she drove her weapon into the first demon, the impact vibrating through her toned frame and stirring memories of his fingers scissoring deep inside her dripping folds. The bond between them flared hotter amid the chaos, her inexperienced heart pounding not just with fear but with the raw need that had left her firm breasts flushed and her core clenching around nothing, craving the fullness only he had given. Jax healed instantly from a glancing blow, his thick shaft already hardening again in his pants as he fought beside her, their shared glances carrying the weight of every desperate thrust and mutual orgasm that had bound them before the end.

Thunder cracked overhead through the crumbling ceiling as the battle intensified, Molly's pussy pulsing with aftershocks while she spun and struck, her juices mixing with sweat and blood on her skin. Jax pulled her close during a brief respite in the fray, his fingers slipping under her waistband to tease her swollen clit once more, the wet glide making her gasp his name into the din as his cock pressed against her hip in urgent reminder. They fought on, bodies brushing in electric sync, the apocalyptic hunger they'd unleashed in the warehouse fueling every strike toward whatever darkness waited ahead.

The fight began with a roar as Buffy led the charge into the cavernous tunnels beneath the school, the First Evil's minions surging from the shadows like waves of darkness made flesh. Molly gripped her stake tight, her athletic body still thrumming with the ache of Jax's thick black cock stretching her virgin-tight ass and pussy, each step sending fresh jolts of slick warmth trickling down her thighs where his cum lingered. Jax stayed at her side, his dominant presence a steady anchor as his slayer regeneration kept his strides powerful, his hand brushing hers in silent promise while the air filled with the clash of steel and the screams of the dying.

Her short dark hair whipped around her face as she drove her weapon into the first demon, the impact vibrating through her toned frame and stirring memories of his fingers scissoring deep inside her dripping folds. The bond between them flared hotter amid the chaos, her inexperienced heart pounding not just with fear but with the raw need that had left her firm breasts flushed and her core clenching around nothing, craving the fullness only he had given. Jax healed instantly from a glancing blow, his thick shaft already hardening again in his pants as he fought beside her, their shared glances carrying the weight of every desperate thrust and mutual orgasm that had bound them before the end.

Thunder cracked overhead through the crumbling ceiling as the battle intensified, Molly's pussy pulsing with aftershocks while she spun and struck, her juices mixing with sweat and blood on her skin. Jax pulled her close during a brief respite in the fray, his fingers slipping under her waistband to tease her swollen clit once more, the wet glide making her gasp his name into the din as his cock pressed against her hip in urgent reminder. They fought on, bodies brushing in electric sync, the apocalyptic hunger they'd unleashed in the warehouse fueling every strike toward whatever darkness waited ahead.

The fight surged forward in a blur of claws and steel as Willow's voice rose above the chaos, her hands weaving an ancient spell that crackled with raw power. A surge of golden light erupted from her, washing over Molly and every other Potential in the tunnels, awakening slayer strength in all of them at once. Molly gasped as new power flooded her veins, her athletic body moving faster, stronger, her short dark hair whipping wildly while she staked demons with lethal precision. Jax fought beside her, his own slayer gifts amplified, the pair slashing through minions in perfect sync, their shared hunger from the warehouse fueling every brutal strike even as some allies fell screaming around them. Spike charged ahead with the magical necklace glowing like a star, its energy building until he slammed it into the hellmouth's core. The explosion rocked the earth, tearing the portal apart in a blast of light and fire that forced the survivors to flee upward through collapsing tunnels. Molly and Jax burst into the night air with the others, hearts pounding from the narrow escape, bodies aching with loss and the electric memory of their earlier connection as the hellmouth sealed shut behind them.

as the hellmouth sealed shut behind them. Two years later, the scars of that night had faded into something fiercer and more intimate, with Molly and Jax tangled in the dim light of their shared apartment far from Sunnydale's ruins. Her short dark hair was damp with sweat as she straddled him on the bed, her athletic thighs gripping his hips while she sank down onto his thick black cock, her virgin-tight pussy stretching anew around the familiar girth that still made her gasp with every inch. Jax's dominant hands gripped her firm ass, guiding her in slow, grinding rolls that dragged his veined shaft against her slick inner walls, her juices coating him in glistening trails as she rode him with growing confidence, her breasts bouncing against his chest with each thrust.

Molly leaned forward to kiss him hard, her tongue tangling with his as she rocked faster, the wet slap of skin filling the room while his fingers slipped between them to circle her swollen clit in tight, relentless strokes. She moaned his name, her inexperienced edges long since burned away by countless nights like this, her pussy clenching greedily around him as pleasure built in waves, her toned body trembling when he flipped her onto her back without breaking their connection. He drove deeper from above, pounding into her soaked heat with slayer-fueled power, her legs locked around his waist as he alternated between deep vaginal thrusts and teasing the tight pucker of her ass with a slick finger, stretching both holes until she shattered in orgasm, flooding his cock with fresh arousal.

They switched again, Molly dropping to her knees to take his throbbing length into her mouth, sucking hungrily along the cum-smeared shaft while her small hands pumped the base and cupped his balls, saliva dripping down her chin onto her heaving breasts. Jax groaned and pulled her up, bending her over the mattress to thrust into her ass this time, his thick cock easing past the ring with deliberate pressure as his fingers plunged back into her dripping pussy, scissoring and curling to match the rhythm. Their bodies moved in desperate sync, sweat-slicked and raw, the emotional tether forged in apocalypse heat burning brighter with every shared climax as he spilled deep inside her ass, marking her once more before they collapsed, hearts pounding in the afterglow of their endless hunger.

Molly's Hellmouth Heat