Chapter 188
The suction cup attached to her c******s drew thin threads from inside itself, wrapped them around the raised bead, and busily stroked it. Cynthia cried out as if she was about to faint.
“Hmmngh, ah! Aaaaah!”
Amid all that, Segleninde did not stop moving his hips. For some reason, hearing these screams felt good. Because he realized they were not merely the sounds a living being made when dying, but sounds made when pleasure reached its peak.
He gripped the hips bouncing in joy with both hands and slammed his strong body against the delicate woman, pounding inside her with powerful movements. Her soft entrance clenched tightly, then shot out streams of liquid like a water gun, wetting his pants completely.
He knew even this was a good reaction. Without knowing why he knew that, he simply held onto the faint familiarity that remained.
He had made a wall with tentacles so he could not see her upper body at all, because if he saw the woman’s face, he felt as if he would lose his mind again. Yet strangely, he kept wanting to see what kind of expression she was making as she cried out now.
Perhaps from the very beginning, he should have had his root planted in this hole. He and this woman had protruding hollow places on their bodies because they were meant to be attached like this in the first place. It was probably a trait shared by other living creatures too, but that was none of his concern.
Perhaps they had originally been one body. A sturdy branch and a tender flower that had sprouted and grown from the same root. Otherwise, how could it feel this pleasing to cling together and fill what the other lacked?
“Ugh, aaah, heugh.”
“…Are you crying? Don’t cry.”
The voice he let out without realizing it was unexpectedly gentle.
But Segleninde frowned at his own words, then kissed her thinly trembling back. He moved the tentacles away and lowered his own fingers, rubbing the c******s the way this woman liked most while moving his hips much more loosely.
But perhaps that only teased her more, because her trembling flesh sucked in the c**k filling her on its own and began moving first from her side. With the bumpy tentacle inserted into her rear hole as well, she slightly rolled her hips in search of a place that felt good.
The sight made him laugh naturally. It was satisfying and lovable. Even though not all his memories had returned yet, he had ended up loving her.
Segleninde wrapped his arms around Cynthia’s waist and, as she wished, pushed in roughly, slamming into her cervix that had drawn away. So the woman, finally trembling in satisfaction and letting out thin, broken sobs, could hear him clearly, he whispered.
“I won’t kill you. Instead, keep doing this with me. I’ll make you… keep crying from joy.”
First, he had to revive the dead servants.
As he had thought earlier, making new ones would have been fine, but newly created beings had faint egos and poor intelligence. Using the existing ones was more efficient. That way, they would immediately understand his command to take good care of the woman without eating her.
In any case, after reviving them, he would prepare everything the woman needed.
Humans did not eat humans, so he would have to add more four-legged beasts to the livestock pen. Since things had come to this, it might not be a bad idea to teach the servants to eat something other than humans too. Since he was caring for a human, it would be quite bothersome if she saw them harm other humans and lost her mind.
Since he seemed able to obtain sufficient nourishment through intercourse with her, he no longer intended to go through the troublesome act of inviting humans in and killing them.
However, he would have to blend in with them a little more. Act as a noble, and while he was at it, learn more about what human women liked.
He would wrap her in all sorts of beautiful, luxurious dresses and adorn her from head to toe with nobly shining accessories.
When mealtime came, he would sit her on his lap and keep his c**k filling her empty hole, while steadily placing delicious food between her small lips. If she sometimes whined that something did not taste good, he could gently rock his hips to soothe her and make her cry pleasantly.
Then, from time to time, he would suck at the flesh that leaked sweet-smelling water, and they would go for walks hand in hand. He would fill this mansion, which was full of dangerous and rough things for humans, only with soft and safe things, and make the dark places bright and beautiful, so that she would marvel whenever she turned her eyes…
In the end, he wanted to swallow this soft body and become one with her.
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