Chapter 57
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Before the slippery liquid could drip between her fingers, she brought her hand to her womanhood.
Her fingers slipped through the sparse hair and parted the still-closed folds, spreading them apart.
The smooth, delicate layers of flesh were exposed. She carefully spread oil there, gradually working her fingers.
Whenever her fingertips brushed the nub above her entrance, her lower belly tightened and a strange sensation bloomed. With each pass of her hand, she felt not only her oil-smeared entrance but also her inner walls moisten with her own fluids.
Her face flushed hot at this always-embarrassing act. Somehow, even in the darkness, she felt Caligo’s gaze upon her.
Surely, just because he was called a beast did not mean he could see in the dark?
If so, she would be mortified enough to die. Yet at the same time, the mere thought that Caligo might be watching her caused her inner walls to release more slick fluid. She was clearly not in her right mind.
“I—I am ready. Begin now.”
Flustered by her own embarrassment, she urged him on. Until then, Fiona had felt nothing amiss. Only that Caligo positioned above her still felt somewhat strange.
But the situation changed in an instant.
The man in the darkness seized her body with his large hand and flipped her over. Before she could resist, Fiona found herself on her hands and knees beneath him, utterly disconcerted by this unexpected development.
In that simple motion of grasping and turning her, she felt the overwhelming difference in their strength. Recalling how powerless she was before that force, a belated terror washed over her. A threat she had never felt when his limbs were bound.
Safety and familiarity rapidly vanished. Crouching behind her was an unfamiliar beast. This position, as if she were prey, stoked her fear.
“Caligo, wait…!”
She called out, belatedly trying to stop him, but sensed it was already too late. And her premonition proved true.
“Haah!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Caligo entered her. The stone-hard glans pushed in roughly, as if to sweep aside the tender flesh near her entrance.
His clumsy movements left her sensitive parts smarting. Not only the entrance his member had scraped past, but also the inner walls his thick shaft began forcing apart—all found him overwhelming.
Even oiled as she was, his size was formidable and required slow entry. But Caligo, ignoring such considerations, drove in as if to bury himself to the root, and Fiona finally screamed.
“Ahh, it hurts! I said it hurts! What are you doing! Stop, Caligo!”
He hesitated at her fierce resistance, then seemed to resolve something and began moving his hips again.
His grip on her hips showed no intention of releasing her.
Her moisture, dampened by shock and pain, had dried. She sensed him falter at the unusual friction in their joining. But he soon resumed forcing himself inside, and Fiona could not catch her breath.
“Wait, huff, wait a moment. Not like this, slowly…!”
She pleaded instead of shouting, but though he hesitated, his hips continued their advance.
“Ugh, uck…”
When he finally buried himself to the hilt, Fiona released a choked gasp through her tightened throat.
The gentle and tender atmosphere of before was nowhere to be found. Compared to this, their time in the stone chamber had been positively warm and friendly.
To make matters worse, Caligo began to thrust slowly within her with that member which was difficult enough merely to contain.
The sensation was entirely different from when she received him atop, and she was suddenly seized with fear. The pain had somewhat subsided, but she felt frightened and disoriented. Her inner walls, stretched to their limit, constricted uneasily.
Did he feel arousal at the instinctive quivering of her vaginal walls? His cautious hip movements soon increased in intensity. Thud, thud. The dull impact of his pelvic bone against her shook her entire body.
The arm she had braced against the bed gave way under his force. The position with her hips raised was utterly degrading.
No matter how she cried out or struggled, his rough thrusting did not cease. Nor could she escape his fierce grip. As if by design, it was an act bordering on punishment.
As that thought took hold, a realisation crashed over her like a tidal wave.
Was this not Caligo’s revenge upon her?
The shock struck her like a blow to the head.
Looking back, everything Caligo was doing now mirrored exactly what she had done to him.
Overpowering a helpless partner by force and taking them against their will.
She had thought him cooperative all this while, but in truth, he was not.
He had harboured resentment toward her all along. And now that the opportunity presented itself, he was repaying her in kind…
Once she realised this, the situation became even clearer.
Ignoring Fiona’s resistance, Caligo had completely overpowered her.
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