Chapter 189
“What do you like? What makes you happy?”
With himself buried to the very end, the head of his c**k pressed firmly against her cervix, he asked while thrusting his hips in short, forceful movements and focusing only on deep places. When he stirred loosely, then suddenly sped up and drove into her quickly, her two legs flailed before her calves stiffened and her toes spread wide.
Sweet streams kept leaking out. He lowered his fingers, swept them up, brought them to his mouth, and tasted them. It was sweet after all. His tongue tingled at the satisfying and familiar taste. When he had taken this form in imitation of living beings, it was fortunate that he had made an organ capable of tasting.
Therefore, someday, he would absolutely swallow all of her and melt her into himself. Two beings becoming one and sharing eternity together, how satisfying and joyful would that be? How full and happy would that be?
So first, he had to do more things for her. The thought came to him like a long-held longing. He absolutely had to make her joyful and happy. Whatever she wanted, no matter how large or small, he had to fulfill all of it.
“If there’s anything else you like besides this, tell me. What should I do for you? What do you want me to do?”
His chest grew excited. What was this sensation called? Love? It seemed the woman had said that.
When was that?
Before now, in the days they had always spent together. He had heard words whispered in a soft voice. At last, he remembered.
“Yes, that’s right. I love you. I love you.”
Perhaps those were words he had said first. Words he had once happened to hear long ago, chewed over alone, shuddered at the unfamiliar pronunciation as he spoke them, then forgot for a long time, until at last, when he was joined with her, he let them slip as if pretending otherwise and ran away.
Then she had chased after him and burst into laughter. Her brightly scattering voice was still clear in his ears.
‘I love you too, Sellie!’
“I love you, Sia.”
The moment a faint smile formed at his lips, the lost pieces returned. And.
Ding—
Recovery, complete. Segleninde’s memory has been fully restored.
Like a small light spilling in, Segleninde’s vision suddenly opened brightly.
He hurriedly lifted his head from where it had been pressed against Cynthia’s back. On her fair skin, marked here and there with his lip marks and bite marks, red flushes bloomed. He saw her reddened p***y trembling while biting his c**k tightly, and the tentacle that was still thrusting into her rear hole apart from his own will.
His beloved Sia was fixed into the tentacle wall and crying softly.
“F**k…!”
Segleninde hurriedly withdrew everything. When he pulled out his c**k, which had been just about to come, seed gushed from her entrance, and he made the one lodged in her rear withdraw as well. The vines that had at some point swallowed her feet and calves, and even the tentacles forming the wall, all retreated.
When the tentacle thrust into Cynthia’s mouth, the ones biting and sucking both her b*****s, and the ones that had bound her struggling wrists all withdrew, she was finally fully revealed.
With frantic hands, he hurriedly pulled her slippery body, wet with his fluids, into his arms and exhaled raggedly. With each panting breath, it felt as if his lungs were being torn apart and his heart split open. It was not only because he saw Cynthia, flushed red and panting, on the verge of fainting.
The him, who had lost his memories, had wanted to swallow her. He had wanted to become one with her.
But if that happened, Cynthia would never again smile in his arms. She would never again eat the food she loved so much, nor would she be able to meet her parents. She would not be able to stroll through the garden and smell the flowers. He, too, would no longer be able to embrace and cherish her, nor spend all night watching her sleep while being tormented by that chest-aching emotion.
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