Chapter 113
However, right now, she had just met a bad ending. She needed to act accordingly for the situation.
“No. I don’t want this, I hate it…!”
“You really are a master at lying. Do you have any idea how sweet your p***y’s scent has been for a while now?”
The tentacle vines moved slowly, then pulled Cynthia’s thighs wide open to either side.
Her waist was pulled forward so that her sticky, wet s*x was exposed right in front of Segleninde’s face. In embarrassment, she hurriedly tried to close her knees, but the tentacles did not allow it. Instead, the tentacle vines wrapped around her knees and forced her legs even wider apart.
“For someone who’s so desperate to have my c**k inside her right this instant.”
He swept his hand down her now-soaked slit, gathering the fluids beading at her entrance onto his fingers, and licked the moisture from them. With his string of obscene words, Cynthia’s face grew hot, and when she felt a light slap on her p***y, her body flinched.
Although the force was gentle, enough to tell he was being careful, it was still enough to startle her. Segleninde looked down to check that she hadn’t been hurt by his touch, then, with another gentle motion, slapped her wet entrance again. Slap!
“Mm, nghh.”
“To think that such a lewd woman dared to deceive me and pretend to be my fiancée.”
After slapping her a few more times, he pushed two fingers into her entrance and began to thrust them in and out. The sticky, splashing sounds rang out, and his strong wrist drove the thick fingers in and out, roughly rubbing against the tight inner walls, leaving Cynthia’s senses a complete mess.
“From now on, you’ll pay for it with your body. Every day, you’ll spread your legs in front of me, and whenever I want, you’ll drip for me.”
His words, even rougher than those she’d heard in her dreams, sent a sharp ache through her chest.
If she really had reached a bad ending, and if Segleninde liked her even a little less than he did now, she might have really reached this ending. She would have truly become nothing more than a jar of flesh, endlessly offering up her nectar for him.
“You should have just not gotten caught. If you hadn’t, I’d have kept you well and cared for you. I’d have hidden you in the deepest part of the mansion, and if you just waited quietly, I’d come find you several times a day and lick your p***y with all my heart. But what can you do? Now that I’ve discovered everything, you’ll be trapped in this dark place forever, waiting desperately until I come and f**k you.”
When she had dreamed of it that day, she had only felt sad, but actually experiencing this scenario in real life left Cynthia both scared and, secretly, thrillingly aroused. Even looking at Segleninde’s cold face, she wondered if she might have gone mad, finding herself liking it.
Most of all, because of Segleninde’s reactions, she was growing increasingly at ease.
He’d seemed quite skilled at dirty talk, but perhaps he had no real resistance to it. His face grew steadily redder as he spoke those rough words with his own mouth. Even as he pulled his fingers out of her, licked off the copious wetness, and checked that he hadn’t been too rough or hurt her, he was attentive.
Are you an idiot or what? Cynthia teased him in her heart. The black-hearted villain who used to act kindly to seduce others now seemed to struggle so much with being rough to her that it was almost cute.
Just then, the tangle of tentacles behind Cynthia’s back began to move.
“Uh, ngh!”
The tentacle vine, crawling along her thighs and down her back, pressed its plump tip between her slick folds, then pressed down on her exposed, round c**t. Then, it began to rub in slow circles.
The sensation was as delicate and powerful as a finger, and as her c**t was stimulated, Cynthia’s back shuddered. Soon after, other tentacles drew near her entrance.
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