How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée - Chapter 77

※ This book contains depictions of coercive/dubcon/noncon acts, violence, and gore. Reader discretion is advised.

Cynthia let out a high-pitched moan each time her c******s was pressed by his thick tip, and watched Segleninde’s face as he thrust his hips back and forth, staring at her as if he might devour her. Segleninde, too, gazed at her eyes—hazy and unfocused beneath trembling, delicate eyelids—teetering on the brink.

His plump lips parted slightly, and his tongue darted out, almost as if tasting the air, while his cheeks flushed, and he smiled shyly at the pleasurable stimulation. He slipped one finger into her mouth, brushing her tongue.

Normally, her small, soft tongue was only used to snap at him like a little wildcat, but when they kissed, she’d wrap it timidly around his. Now, it shyly traced the fingertip in her mouth.

The thick fluids inside, full even with just one finger, busily wrapped around her fiancé’s finger as she sucked and licked it with dedication. Then, she gave a light nibble—a bit of payback for him biting her n****e earlier.

Segleninde stopped moving his hips. He gathered up the precum that had pooled shallowly on her navel and smeared it thickly onto his shaft, then spread Cynthia’s thighs. Her entrance, flushed and parted, was open and soft, as if ready to swallow him whole. He aligned his glans with her quivering opening and slowly pressed his hips forward.

“Ha, hng!”

“Ah…”

The more he pushed in, the more he filled her inner walls tightly. His c**k, veined and uneven like rough ridges, stretched her out so fully as they scraped her insides. She couldn’t tell if it hurt or felt good. But the pleasure outweighed any pain, and Cynthia trembled uncontrollably.

When he had gone in about halfway, Segleninde paused after reaching her deepest point.

He didn’t thrust as before but instead held Cynthia tightly and stayed still. Cynthia, gasping for breath at the sensation of being filled deep below her belly, raised her head to see his entire face flushed red.

He blinked in surprise. The first penetration had felt so good it was almost too much.

At last, Segleninde slowly drew his hips back and then thrust shallowly.

Thrust!

His c**k drove in quite deep at once, and a breathless sound escaped Cynthia’s lips.

“Haa, uungh!”

Segleninde let out a laugh, then thrust forcefully again. The dull impact of being struck deep below her belly made Cynthia whimper with pleasure.

Segleninde held her tightly with his whole body to keep her from struggling. Surely, it was because he felt so good. This time, he intended to make her feel even better, so she wouldn’t say she didn’t want it. He was that much more pleased himself.

He finally understood why living things are so obsessed with lust that they sometimes throw away their already short lives. Each time his mate was pierced by the protrusion attached to this lower body, she showed such pleasure that he couldn’t help but feel satisfied.

Truly, it was addictive. Segleninde accepted that. He wanted to do this for a hundred, even several hundred more years.

“Uuung, aah! Ah! Huu, so good…!”

Thrust, thrust, thrust!

Each time Segleninde drove into her, Cynthia let out more of her cries. Soon, her cheeks were damp. He licked her tears from her cheeks with his tongue and kissed her all over her face.

He kissed her nose as he thrust upward, kissed her cheeks as he withdrew and then thrust shallowly several times in a row. As he pressed his lips to the corner of her tearful eyes, he gave shallow thrusts, then in one motion plunged in deeply, pressing hard against her cervix.