The air in the hut shifted the moment they stepped in — thick, charged, almost sentient. It carried tension like incense, coiling around them, wrapping skin and breath in a heat that buzzed beneath the surface. The moonlight spilled across the pink-painted walls, soft and dreamlike. Behind them, the wooden door closed slowly, the friction sighing through the room like a teasing seduction.
Allen’s grip found Natasha’s waist, pulling her in with a force that didn’t ask for permission. There were no words — just raw desire smoldering between flesh. Their mouths crashed together, with romance, and with needs. Lips clashed and parted, breath turned into fire, and hearts pounded as if fighting for control of the same rhythm. Her bust pressed against his chest, her breath a furnace on his skin.
"You’re such an actor," Natasha murmured, her lips brushing his jaw as she pulled away, eyes smoldering with mischief. "Look at you now."
Her fingertips traced his chest, slow and confident, sliding down toward the heat that pulsed between them. She knelt, her eyes locked on his, and Allen’s breath hitched. Her hands moved with a kind of legendary precision, fingers circling, teasing his shaft— building tension like an archer drawing back a bowstring.
Allen’s jaw clenched. "Hnn... right there."
The pleasure was not gentle. It was calculated, slow, maddening. Natasha worshipped him with a precision that left no room for composure. She took him in parts — savoring, measuring — then all at once his length in her mouth. Allen’s fingers dug into her hair, his body tensing as her rhythm deepened.
A low growl slipped from his lips. "Don’t stop..."
She didn’t. Her hands anchored him, and her mouth worked in perfect, wet precision. The sensations crescendoed — building until he couldn’t hold it anymore. He spilled against her, the moment primal and cathartic. Natasha moaned, her voice silk-wrapped satisfaction, as she smeared the white juice across her chest and caught him between her ample, heated breasts.
Allen’s breathing was ragged, but not finished. He cracked his neck and his knuckles — like a fighter between rounds.
"That was just the prelude," he said.
Natasha turned with a swaying grace that belonged on altars, not floors. She leaned over the foam bed, presenting herself — her form radiant with desire and danger. The sight was divine. Allen’s eyes drank her in greedily.
He lifted her with ease, laying her across the mattress like she weighed nothing. Her thighs parted at his command, revealing the depth of her readiness — glistening, inviting, pulsing with need. He pressed the tip of his length against her folds, teasing. She shivered, "Mmm...Ahhh"
"You’re soaked," he whispered, amused. "Good."
He slid in, inch by inch — savoring the stretch, the heat, the resistance and surrender. Natasha cried out, her body arching, hands clawing the sheets.
"It’s stretching me—hah...!"
She gasped, her breath stuttering as he claimed her space by space, thrust by deeper thrust. Their bodies collided with a rhythm only lust could orchestrate — intense, unforgiving, euphoric.
An emerald screen blinked to life in Allen’s vision. It hovered just above Natasha’s back, pulsing with digital light.
[Copy System: LustCopy Activated]
[Syncing to Create Web Chain with Partner...]
Allen blinked through the vision but didn’t stop moving. He could feel it — invisible strands connecting them, threading from him to every cell of her being.
Ability: Divine Physique (S-Ranked)
*Recent Transferred abilities: None
Allen’s eyes widened slightly. "No wonder she feels... unreal."
"Nnnmmm....Aaahhh..More.....muuuaa"
He thrust harder, compelled by instinct and the system’s pull. Natasha’s moans broke into fragments, her voice raw from overstimulation. Their connection deepened beyond physical — soul to soul, spirit to spirit.
[Do you wish to copy ability: Divine Physique?]
Allen didn’t hesitate. "Yes."
He felt it immediately. Like fire crawling up his spine. Like power being poured into a vessel already cracking under its weight.
[Synchronizing New Features...]
A violent tremor gripped him. He pulled free with a gasp and collapsed beside her, body twitching. His vision blurred, muscles pulsed, and the air shimmered.
Then came the transformation.
>[SYSTEM SYNC IN PROGRESS]
[Physique +10: Sync Complete]
His body expanded, refined — muscles hardening, bones strengthening. His skin glowed like gold kissed by dawn.
[Combat +10: Sync Complete]
His instincts sharpened. Time seemed to slow. Movement patterns danced in his mind like living code. He was faster — deadlier even Natasha’s breath was readable.
[Mental +5: Sync Complete]
His thoughts aligned into crystalline focus. The noise of doubt fell away. He understood things — systems, flows, weaknesses.
[Charm +10: Sync Complete]
His skin shimmered with unnatural allure. His eyes gleamed brighter. Even his aura pulsed like temptation made flesh.
Allen groaned as his transformation finished. Then paused — looking down as the felt the direct flow of living energy streaming down his lower abdomen.
His length grew — visibly thicker, longer, glowing faintly like a weapon forged from desire itself.
[Synchronization Complete.]
Natasha backed up slowly, her eyes wide. "You’re glowing... your... your body... Allen, what did you just do?"
He stood slowly, rising from the bed like a reborn god. His figure radiated power, divinity, lust — all woven into one intoxicating form.
He glanced at his arm, reading the faintly hovering display.
His gaze returned to Natasha, who trembled between awe and anticipation yet her eyes never left his cock. He smirked.
"Don’t worry, sweetheart," he said, crawling toward her again, his voice deep masculine and commanding, energy rising like a tide. "We’ve only just begun."