Chapter 79
Segleninde smiled with his angelic face. Even if she resisted now, he was certain that after she’d fully enjoyed herself, she would end up feeling grateful to him.
Even now, she was trembling with pleasure beneath her belly, holding him fully inside. Surely, she was delighted that the emptiness within her was being filled so perfectly by the protrusion he possessed. Now he thought he understood why humans had these parts—one protruding, one hollow. Everything existed for a reason.
“If you’re feeling this good, I can’t stop… I need to learn more about where you like it, so I can be a proper fiancé, Sia.”
“Mm, ah, hng…!”
The thick glans pushed apart her tight vaginal walls, the heavily engorged shaft scraping her insides with its pronounced veins. Even when he withdrew briefly, he soon plunged in again, picking up speed.
Every time he struck her cervix at the peak of each deep thrust, Cynthia thought she might die. It felt insanely good, and insanely overwhelming.
For a moment, Segleninde’s hips trembled.
Even as he e********d thick, honey-like s***n deep into her womb, he didn’t stop thrusting, continuing to move his hips as if his own climax didn’t matter at all. Determined to make Cynthia feel even better, he hooked her slender calves over his shoulders, pressing down on her from above and pounding her from top to bottom.
“Haaang! Aaang! Aaaaah!”
With each thrust, the s***n filling her insides overflowed and leaked out, soaking the bed sheets, and the slippery sensation made it even easier for Segleninde to move in and out of her.
Perhaps because of that slickness, Cynthia could feel his c**k even more intimately inside her. With her stretched open to the limit and being pounded at a rapid pace, her entire inner walls were scraped and kneaded by his thick, s***n-smeared shaft.
“Ahh, ngh…!”
When Cynthia climaxed again, her whole body shaking uncontrollably, Segleninde paused his hips for just a moment. But once she had caught her breath and settled down a bit, he started moving his c**k inside her warm flesh again.
By that point, Cynthia was horrified. Just how long did he plan to go on?
He looked as if he could do this forever. Which meant her orgasms would never end either.
For a moment, Cynthia was frightened and tried to escape from him, but her slender body, pinned beneath his large, muscular frame, couldn’t budge—she was trapped in his embrace. There was no way to get away from him.
Segleninde met her tearful eyes, kissed the corner of her eye, and smiled. His red eyes curved sweetly, looking at her with the affection of a lover.
Looking down at his fiancée covered in his silvery hair, he wrapped her wildly tousled red curls around his fingers. The silvery and red strands tangled together beautifully—a combination he found utterly pleasing.
He rotated his hips powerfully, stirring her s***n-filled entrance with broad, heavy movements, loosening her tense inner muscles with thick pressure, and then, thrusting all the way to the deepest part at once, he whispered,
“Six hours, there’s still a long way to go before the door opens… So, until then, just until then…”
“Y-You crazy bastard…! If you do that, I’ll die, I’ll die! Huaaang!”
“You won’t die. I promised… I’ll make you feel so good, it’s to die for.”
She shouldn’t have told him to do whatever he wanted. Cynthia was suddenly overwhelmed with regret.
Segleninde wrapped Cynthia, who was sobbing and struggling, in his arms and pounded her with rough, fast thrusts.
Until Cynthia reached climax again and again, sobbing, he ceaselessly rammed into her, making her sweet nectar gush out endlessly.
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