Chapter 185
She slowly rocked her hips, finding the places she liked, and felt the shaft with bulging veins against all her inner flesh. The veins tangled like vine stems gently scraped her inner walls, and the tip of his c**k, thrusting in like careful nails, delicately tapped her cervix as it fled farther and farther away.
The seed that had filled her insides spilled halfway outside each time she drove her hips up and down, wetting Segleninde’s lower body, while the rest was carefully spread along the narrow path inside her entrance, acting as lubricant.
The woman’s body, supporting her full weight atop the man’s sturdy body as she moved her waist, grew faster and faster, as if about to collapse. Her cheek was already pressed against his chest. She bit down only on the tip of his c**k, tightening and relaxing inside before taking him all the way in at once, and when she rolled her hips in circles back and forth, it felt perfectly hazy and good.
She intended to torment Segleninde a little more like this, then check whether his memories were returning before releasing him.
But then, just as she was slightly lifting her waist, Segleninde thrust his own hips up hard toward her.
Thud, his thick c**k pierced all the way inside at once and struck the door to her cervix.
“Nnngh!”
The teasing, gentle motions of her waist stopped, and Cynthia’s startled toes lifted sharply. Segleninde began thrusting her upward using only the strength of his hips.
Slide, slap, smack! He relentlessly pierced through the inner flesh that kept clenching and contracting, pounding her cervix one after another as if hammering it. He immediately noticed the place she had been trying especially hard to press the head against, and thrust his hips in a chain of relentless blows.
It made it meaningless that she had intended to enjoy it with a bit of lingering restraint. Having the place she liked exposed right away, and having him persistently thrust only there, left Cynthia nearly breathless.
A mass of tentacles quickly approached to support the waist that was about to bend backward, and at his rough thrusting that crushed her tender flesh without mercy, moans that could not be distinguished as crying or screaming kept bursting from her mouth.
“Se, llie! Sto, ah, hnnnh! Huaa…!”
Even her pronunciation was crushed, making it hard for even her own ears to understand what she was saying.
At her sobbing plea to stop, he seemed to slow down a little, but this time, the veins that had suddenly grown thicker gently scraped inside her entrance. As if tormenting her, he did not go deep, but rolled his hips and pressed only around the entrance with his thick root.
Before she could lower her waist first, calves trembling, and make his c**k reach deep inside, he struck upward first again with a hard thrust. Her sensitive inner walls, given no time to adjust to the sharp friction, clenched tightly and sucked him in, and his c**k coldly pushed past the flesh that tightened desperately as if to block any further rough entry, then buried itself in the deepest place.
“Huaaang!”
A stream burst from Cynthia as her vision went white and her chin tilted back, and at the same time, Segleninde could no longer hold back and poured his seed inside her again.
A tingling ache rang through her lower belly, coloring Cynthia’s entire body with something she could not tell was pain or pleasure.
Looking at Cynthia lying limp over his body and panting, Segleninde exhaled roughly. He gripped the vine-like tentacles binding him tightly, then thrust his waist deep once more, pressing firmly against her womb as he emptied out every last bit of his s***n.
Each time the head pressed down hard, short moans of ah, mmh, burst from her mouth. At the strange illusion that the sound was pleasant to hear, Segleninde’s face went blank. Soon after, Cynthia, who had calmed down, pulled him out of herself and rose on trembling legs.
Half crawling, she approached Segleninde and slightly removed the tentacle held in his mouth. He glared at her silently, only his chest heaving, then reduced his indescribable current emotion to something simple and spat it out.
“I will kill you.”
It did feet good, so let’s do it again. What was that act just now? Did it feel that good because you did it for me? Your flushed face looks good. I want to keep seeing it. I want to lick up the sweet-smelling water leaking from you too. When he tried to honestly say all of that, it somehow irritated him, so instead of soft, gentle expressions of affection, he chose the threat he was more skilled at.
That was originally the kind of being he was. He was a prickly idiot who did not know how to be honest and only knew how to offer blades shaped with his tongue. After she had painstakingly carved and polished him into a fairly decent husband, who had given anyone permission to erase his memories as they pleased?
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