Even If It Means to Break - Chapter 29

“Hill’s n*****s are just as red as these berries. I wonder how they’d taste if rolled together in my mouth.”

He murmured, breathing the words against her skin. He lowered his head and took the berry and her n****e between his lips at once, rolling them slowly with his tongue.

The cool fruit and the warm, wet muscle alternated against the sensitive peak. The smooth berry skin slid over the tender flesh, and when his slick tongue covered it again, the contrast sent a shiver all the way down to her core.

The man’s teeth closed gently around the n****e. Each time his mouth opened wider, the slippery berry bounced against the hardened bud.

The once-cool surface had warmed, but it was still cooler than his tongue. That subtle temperature difference seeped between her legs. Hill found herself arching into him without meaning to.

“Already wet… and so lewdly so.”

“Hah…”

When the man lifted his mouth from her b****t to speak, Hill responded with a dazed, wet-eyed gaze. He rubbed her flushed eyelids with his fingertips before returning to her b****t. Then he pressed the berry firmly against her n****e and bit down.

Tart juice trickled down the peak. A sweet, tangy scent filled his mouth. With the tip of his tongue, he spread the crushed pulp in slow circles around her areola. Each time the fruit met her skin, Hill trembled faintly.

“Indeed, sweet enough that Hill would enjoy eating it.”

“Haa… haa…”

“Though to my taste, Hill’s juices are even sweeter.”

Finally swallowing the fruit, he licked and sucked her n****e a few more times before lifting his head. With a gaze full of intent, he spread her trembling thighs. Even without direct touch, her inner flesh glistened wetly, gleaming like the skin of a rain-soaked fruit.

Eyes lowered, the man released a long breath and moved his left hand again. This time, he retrieved a slightly larger fruit. It was one made up of tiny clustered segments, about the size of a thumb. A rock strawberry.

Placing the strawberry in his palm, he rested his thumb against her labia. Rubbing gently over her swollen entrance, he asked,

“Do you want me to put it in, Hill?”

“Yes… y-yes…”

Half-consumed by pleasure, Hill nodded, abandoning even shame. The man traced slow circles over her partially exposed c**t with his thumb.

“Even though it’s the same c**k you take every day… do you ever tire of it?”

“N-no… I don’t… so…”

“I see. But today… I feel like feeding Hill something new.”

He was clearly drawing it out on purpose. Overstimulated and trembling, Hill whimpered a plea.

“Put it in… please…”

A faint smile touched his lips. He nodded magnanimously, then added a condition.

“Since Hill wants it so much, I’ll allow it. But before I give you my c**k…”

The strawberry in his palm rolled forward until it rested just below his thumb.

“I’d like you to try this strawberry first. Is that acceptable?”

“Hng!”

As the cool fruit was rubbed and rolled over her c**t, Hill squirmed, unsure how to react. With a mischievous grin, the man pressed down on the strawberry’s stem. The red fruit sank halfway into her wet flesh.

“Your upper mouth chews strawberries so well… surely your lower mouth can manage, too.”

“Haaah!”

He applied more pressure. The strawberry disappeared completely inside her. After turning it slowly a few times, he reached back into the bowl. Three or four more strawberries were gathered into his palm.

“Hill’s hole is so greedy… one won’t be enough, will it?”

“Nngh!”

“Don’t clench too hard—you could hurt yourself. Not that a few drops of my blood wouldn’t heal it.”

The man pushed another strawberry inside. Hill’s legs shook violently, but she didn’t resist strongly. Two, three… finally, four strawberries were nestled inside her. The man released a lazy breath, then licked her opening as she whimpered from the strange, shifting fullness.

“Your thighs smell sweet, Hill.”

“Ah… ahh…”

“How does it feel eating your favorite fruit with your lower mouth?”

“It feels… hnn!”

The moment she started to answer, his finger tapped lightly against her sensitive flesh. Hill choked off her words with a moan, her hips jerking. Watching her, he licked his lips and shifted urgently into position. The tip rubbed against her stretched entrance.

“Shall I give you the taste you really wanted now?”

“Ah, no—hngk!”

Hill tried to refuse. She was already filled with four strawberries, but it was useless. His thick length pushed inside.

At first, the berries held their ground, mashing stubbornly at the edges, but once a certain point was passed, they yielded like overripe fruits. Tart red juice seeped out in thin streams.

“Hahh! Haaahh!”

With each thrust, crushed fruit pulp foamed and spilled from her. The cloying, sweet-tart scent of strawberries hung thick around where their bodies joined.

Slices swirled inside her, rubbing against her walls with every movement. Hill cried out between a scream and a moan as the overwhelming sensation pushed her toward madness.

The man, breathing roughly, gathered her b*****s in his hands as his hips stuttered. Hill came first then felt his release spill hot and thick inside her as her thighs trembled.

He emptied himself completely before slumping against her, his breath slowing. Half-sprawled atop her, he kneaded her b*****s and murmured,

“How does it feel… to eat d**k and strawberries together, Hill?”

“Haah… haaah…”