Chapter 40
He should have stopped there… But as if urging her on, two hands—pushing more forcefully from above and below—roughly thrust in and out of her, just after she had climaxed. The long fingers pressed and stroked her flesh delicately, probing swiftly. The more they did so, the more he recognized that she was expelling even more of the sweet nectar her small hole held.
Perhaps seeking an even deeper spot, where she could truly feel it, he added his longest finger, driving it in and pressing hard, while at the same time gently scraping her c******s and kneading the e***t nub so rapidly she could hardly stay conscious.
“Hhng… aaangh!”
Cynthia let out a moan, nearly a scream, arching her back once again. With languid, unfocused eyes, she took in the pink-tinged haze that drifted across the ceiling like a fog, and in her mind retraced how things had come to this point.
So then, what was the problem, again?
Maybe… the game itself was the problem.
No, of course not. It was the trap. She had stepped on the trap. It wasn’t her, it was Segleninde. That madman did it. On purpose?
‘No, it must have been a mistake. He’s lost his memories, after all.’
As the thread of her thoughts broke off weakly, Cynthia climaxed once more.
“Nnnngh… ah! Huaaang!”
As a powerful stream poured forth, Segleninde, his eyes alight with excitement, didn’t tear his gaze away from her face. He thrust three fingers in, hooking the back of his hand against her perineum, and began to pump them. With clenched wrist strength alone, he coaxed wet sounds from her core, and she emitted a high-pitched, wailing cry.
Cynthia could barely breathe, gasping. Please, stop. That’s enough now… The words, too base to be called language, still lingered in her mind, yet Segleninde somehow understood and paused his hand.
“…Is that enough?”
When she nodded to signal that she wanted him to stop, Segleninde seemed to take it differently. He had been panting, but suddenly he lowered his head.
“Then, as promised… I’ll drink.”
“What— Aah—!”
Without warning, he gripped Cynthia’s thighs and buried his face between them.
No matter the ‘lost memory’ setting or the label of ‘fiancée’ she bore, how many men would genuinely place their mouth on the g******s of a woman they’d known so little? Cynthia thought him utterly mad.
After all, he wasn’t human. Maybe his way of thinking simply differed. But there was no time to dwell on that.
“Hhnn… uhh… nghh!”
A thick tongue, moving even more delicately than fingers, kneaded her c******s.
As Segleninde sucked Cynthia’s c**t, holding it in his mouth and swirling it with his tongue, she could see his face between her legs. It was unbelievable that a man with such an angelic face was doing something so obscene. The entire situation felt like a dream in a deep sleep.
“It’s sweet. Why do you have something so sweet…?”
He sucked and licked her c******s, and when he pushed his tongue into her entrance, her trembling thighs spread wide and her hips lifted off the floor.
His tongue moved busily in and out of her hole, sweeping the top with a rather rough motion, pressing and kneading her inner walls as if crushing them, plunging in again and again. With his lips, he sucked as if to drink everything from below, never letting his mouth leave her dripping s*x and drinking every drop of the nectar that leaked out.
A burning heat surged in her lower abdomen. She felt like something was about to come out again. At that exact moment, Segleninde thrust his tongue deep inside her inner walls. Maybe it was a spot where all her sensitive points were gathered—her insides clenched tightly, and she felt something like the urge to pee.
Then he pulled his mouth away and instead pushed his fingers inside, curling them as he stirred, while at the same time, he caught the protruding c******s with his lips and sucked hard.
“Stop, s-stop, ugh, ah—!”
A jet of fluid, even stronger than before, spurted out like a fountain, turning Cynthia’s vision pure white. Her hips dropped limply, and only then did he lift his head and look at her with a surprised expression.
Through her blurred vision, Segleninde called her name, but she couldn’t come to her senses.
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