Come and Cry at My Funeral - Side Story 15

As Izar filled her completely, their joined flesh made a wet, sticky sound.

If her hands weren’t locked with his, Freesia would have reached down to feel her own lower belly.

‘This deep…’

When she became aware of it, she could hardly believe it; her breath caught, and the sweet, searing heat blooming inside blurred her eyes again.

“Uuck…”

Even with just the slightest push of his hips, her whole body flared with tingling heat.

If it felt like this with the smallest motion…

Izar frowned at the clenching heat, then drove himself in rougher; a cry, boiled with pleasure, tore out of her.

“Ah, aahh!”

“Haa… I told you not to tighten up.”

His voice came out rough as he chided the trembling, writhing woman swallowing him whole in her climax.

It was thrilling, how she fought and twisted while the inner walls he had worked to loosen clamped down around him again.

It felt like his blood was set aflame, his waist a forge pressed into hers. And when those pale-green moonlit eyes, wet with tears, looked up at him in a daze, his self-control evaporated.

“It’s already so tight…”

“Hnnh, yes, but— nngh!”

Soon the slick, lewd sound of their joined bodies grew louder; thin cries broke and rejoined between gasps.

The skin of her hips, where he gripped her, burned hot enough to bring tears. No matter how desperately Freesia twisted away, his merciless pounding only grew more forceful, grinding and breaking apart the inside he had claimed.

“S-Slow, ahh—!”

And when he lifted her legs over his shoulders and bent forward, her pleas melted into breathless whimpers.

The heavy thickness struck downward, stirring her oversensitized core until no other thought could wedge in.

“Mngh, nnngh— uuh…!”

He raked her inside ruthlessly, violating every sensitive place he’d teased earlier with words. She couldn’t even stop the saliva spilling from her parted lips.

The stimulation was so intense she wasn’t sure if her eyes were open anymore. White sparks burst behind them in tiny flickers.

Above all, that gold gaze—stripped to raw instinct—drove itself deepest into her awareness.

“Ah, ah, uhht.”

The places of pleasure buried within her were pressed and crushed; the pressure of their joining smeared her swollen bud. The legs hooked on his shoulders stiffened, then twitched helplessly.

After that, Freesia only shook with each of his thrusts.

Whenever the thick pillar slowly withdrew, sticky wetness spilled out in a rush. But before she could feel shame, his returning stroke slammed back just as roughly, reclaiming what had slipped free.

“Izar, ah, AH!”

She cried his name in desperation, but by then Izar had gathered her into his arms, crushing her back to his chest and swallowing her cries with his mouth.

His tongue was relentless, scraping her own and ravaging her mouth as ruthlessly as below, the hunger clear. As if he meant to monopolize every sound she made.

When he pressed hard against the end of her inner channel, Freesia tried to shake her head, breaking the kiss.

“Ngh…! Uht, w-wait…!”

Everything under her lower belly seemed to melt, filled with stifling hot air.

Each withdrawal and return from the space stretched to its limit made wetness leak out in thin streams. Seeing it splash against the shadowed muscles of his body was as dizzying as when he’d devoured her with his tongue earlier.

She longed to squeeze her thighs shut, to stop this humiliating scene, but Izar only drove into her more savagely.

Even more, he pinned her closer, so her swollen tips rubbed and pressed endlessly against his chest, sending itchy shivers through her.

Her bare skin, her very insides, felt heated to the edge of breaking.

She felt she could not let him consume her any further, inside and out…

“Haah, nngh, unnhh…”

No, she thought, no, I’ll break, please… She was sure she said something like that, yet at her own ears came only the high, feverish cries of someone overcome.

Izar leaned down heavily, licking away the thin trail of wetness at her lips and swallowing it. The pressure filling her so deeply left her only gaping soundlessly.

“Freesia.”

“Mmmmngh…”

“Is it too much?”

His voice dipped low as if gentle, though his gaze stayed heavy with lust.

But Freesia didn’t notice. She only managed a trembling nod.

Her legs, spread wide, twitched in small spasms of spent pleasure. By now, even if he stopped tenderly, she’d already felt more than enough to overflow. But inside, the thick hardness showed no sign of yielding.

A sudden fear struck, that her senses might break completely and she wouldn’t know what would become of her by tomorrow.