Chapter 242: Insatiable Little Lamb

Even after hours.

The jet had been flying for a long time, but Leitana refused to let go.

She was still straddling him, dress bunched around her waist, panties pushed to the side, her soaked pussy greedily swallowing every thick inch of his cock. Sweat glistened on her skin. Her long curls stuck to her neck and shoulders. Her pregnant belly pressed warmly between them as she rocked and bounced on him with desperate, needy movements.

“Mi no want to stop…” she whimpered, voice hoarse from moaning for so long. “Mi Ravial… please… mi still need yu…”

Ravial groaned deeply, head falling back against the seat. His hands gripped her hips, helping her move, but he was letting her take control. His cock throbbed inside her, slick with their combined releases, he had already come twice, filling her until it leaked down his balls, but she kept going.

“Little lamb,” he rasped, voice rough and wrecked, “you’re going to kill me.”

But he didn’t stop her.

He couldn’t.

Not when she looked like this, flushed, teary-eyed, lips swollen, riding him like she would die if she stopped. Pregnancy hormones had turned his sweet, shy wife into something insatiable and beautiful.

Leitana leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his as she rolled her hips in deep, grinding circles, taking him as deep as possible.

“So good…” she sobbed softly, clenching around him. “Yu feel so deep… mi love how yu fill mi up…”

Ravial’s hand slid up to cradle the back of her head, the other staying protectively on her belly.

“You’re dripping all over me,” he growled, voice dark with lust. “Such a greedy little wife. You’ve already taken so much of my cum and you still want more?”

She nodded frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down her cheeks.

“More… mi want more… please don’t stop…”

Ravial cursed under his breath and thrust up harder, meeting her movements. The wet, obscene sound of her soaked pussy taking his thick cock echoed in the private cabin. He didn't know that the flight attendants could hear them. He wanted them to hear, for the whole world know how desperately his wife needed him.

He kissed her messily, tongues sliding, teeth nipping, saliva mixing while she rode him with increasing desperation. Her breasts bounced with every movement, nipples hard and sensitive. He sucked one into his mouth, biting gently, making her cry out and clench around him again.

“Mi Ravial…!” she screamed softly, another orgasm ripping through her. Her walls fluttered and squeezed him so tightly he saw stars.

But even after she came, she didn’t stop.

She kept moving, slower now, exhausted but still hungry, grinding down on his cock like she couldn’t bear to be empty.

Ravial held her close, one arm wrapped around her back, the other cradling her bump as she trembled through the aftershocks.

“My perfect, insatiable little lamb,” he murmured reverently against her ear. “Fuckkkkkk….You’re going to drain me dry.”

Leitana whimpered, burying her face in his neck, hips still rolling weakly.

“Mi can’t help it…” she whispered.

Ravial groaned, thrusting up gently to meet her, kissing her temple, her cheek, her lips.

“Then take me,” he whispered, voice dark and devoted. “Take everything. I’m yours. My cock, my cum, my soul, it’s all yours. Use me as long as you need, My lamb.”

Leitana moaned softly, clinging to him tighter as she continued riding him slowly, deeply, refusing to let him go even as exhaustion pulled at her.

The plane flew on through the night sky.

And in the private cabin, Leitana kept her husband buried deep inside her, lost in pleasure, love, and the overwhelming need only he could satisfy.

In the small galley at the front of the jet, the two flight attendants stood frozen, eyes wide, hands covering their mouths.

They had been trying to stay professional for the past few hours.

But it was impossible.

Soft, breathy moans and the unmistakable wet sound of skin meeting skin had been drifting from the private cabin for what felt like an eternity.

“Oh my God…” the younger attendant whispered, cheeks bright red. “They’re still going?”

The senior attendant, a woman in her forties who had flown with many powerful clients, shook her head in disbelief.

“I’ve never… I mean, I’ve heard things before, but not like this. Not for this long. That poor girl is going to be sore for a week.”

They both flinched as another loud moan echoed through the cabin, clearly Leitana’s voice.

“Mi Ravial… ahh.. please… more…”

The younger attendant fanned herself. “He’s been in there for almost four hours straight. How is he still… you know?”

The senior attendant smirked despite herself. “That man is not human. I’m telling you. Rich, powerful, and apparently blessed. Mrs. Ashbourne is a very lucky woman.”

They both giggled quietly, trying (and failing) to stay composed.

The flight from New York to Port Vila, Vanuatu, took just over 15 hours.

They had boarded late at night.

By the time the wheels touched down on the tarmac in Vanuatu, it was late afternoon the next day. The golden tropical sun bathed everything in warm light as the jet came to a gentle stop.

Leitana stirred in Ravial’s arms, still naked except for his shirt draped over her, her face buried in his neck.

“Mi Ravial…” she mumbled sleepily. “Are we here?”

He kissed her forehead, gently pulling out of her with a low groan. She whimpered at the loss, but he quickly wrapped her in a soft blanket.

“Yes, little lamb. We’re in Vanuatu.”

He carried her toward the bedroom at the back of the jet to help her get properly dressed, his touch gentle and reverent after their long, passionate flight.

The warm, humid island air wrapped around them like a familiar embrace the moment they stepped off the jet. Leitana breathed in deeply, eyes fluttering closed as the scent of salt, earth, and tropical flowers hit her all at once.

Vanuatu.

Home.

She hadn’t realized how much she missed it until now.

Ravial kept one arm securely around her waist, supporting her as they descended the stairs. A black luxury SUV was already waiting on the tarmac, along with two other vehicles for security.

Leitana looked up at him, still a little dazed from the long flight and everything that had happened in it.

“Mi Ravial… where are we going first?” she asked softly, one hand resting on her belly.

Ravial helped her into the backseat of the SUV before sliding in beside her. He pulled her close again, tucking her against his side.

“We are not going to the orphanage tonight,” he said gently. “You need rest after the flight. I already arranged a home for us here. It’s private, secure, and only about thirty minutes from the orphanage. We can go see Rosie and the children tomorrow morning when you’re stronger.”

Leitana’s eyes widened with surprise and excitement.

“You already made a house for us?”

Ravial nodded, brushing a curl behind her ear.

“Of course. You think I would bring you back here and make you stay in a hotel? This is your home. I wanted you to have somewhere comfortable.”

The drive was beautiful. Leitana pressed her face to the window, eyes shining as she took in the lush green landscapes, the glimpses of the ocean, and the familiar island roads. Even though it had been months, it still felt like home.

When the SUV finally turned into a private gated driveway, Leitana gasped.

The villa was stunning, elegant but not overly modern. It blended beautifully with the island: white walls, dark wooden accents, large open verandas, and a thatched-style roof that gave it a luxurious yet respectful touch of local architecture. It sat on a gentle hill with a clear view of the sea in the distance. Palm trees swayed around the property, and colorful flowers lined the pathway.

Staff, a small team of local men and women were already waiting outside in neat uniforms, smiling warmly as the cars pulled up.

Leitana’s eyes filled with happy tears.

“Mi Ravial… it’s so beautiful,” she whispered, turning to him. “You did all this for me?”

He leaned in and kissed her temple.

“For you. For our family. Wherever you are, that is home.”

The driver opened the door. Ravial stepped out first, then helped Leitana down carefully. The head of the staff, a kind-looking woman in her fifties named Mere stepped forward with a warm smile.

“Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Ashbourne,” she said in a soft, melodic accent. “Everything is prepared as you requested. The nursery is ready, the kitchen is stocked with fresh island ingredients, and the master bedroom overlooks the ocean.”

Leitana beamed, holding onto Ravial’s arm as they walked inside.

The interior was airy and bright, high ceilings, large windows letting in natural light, beautiful local art on the walls, and comfortable furniture that mixed luxury with island warmth. It felt like a home, not just a house.

Leitana turned to Ravial, eyes shining with love and gratitude.

“Mi love it,” she whispered. “Thank you… thank you so much.”

Ravial pulled her into his arms, kissing the top of her head.

“Anything for you, little lamb.”

He glanced at the staff.

“Make sure dinner is light and nutritious. My wife needs rest.”

As the staff moved to obey, Ravial lifted Leitana into his arms despite her soft protest and carried her toward the master bedroom.

“Tonight, you rest,” he murmured against her hair. “Tomorrow… we go on an adventure.”

Leitana smiled, resting her head on his shoulder, heart full even as exhaustion pulled at her.

She was back in Vanuatu.

Back where her journey began.

And this time, she wasn’t alone.