Chapter 83
His gaze burned with feverish intensity as he stared down at Elia. Cyrone hauled her up roughly, forcing her to her knees between his legs. Before her, his thick thing stood heavy in front of Elia.
“Say my name, the one only you know.”
He gripped her chin, pushing himself past her lips. Elia squeezed her eyes shut, her small mouth struggling to take him in fully. She could only manage kittenish licks along the head, but even that was enough to draw a guttural growl from Cyrone.
“…B-Bel…!”
His c**k pulsed violently against her tongue as it swells to an almost unbearable size. A bitter saltiness spilled into her mouth.
Cyrone watched her naked, kneeling in front of him. His jaw clenched, fingers digging into her waist as he dragged Elia onto his lap. His patience was fraying, shown from his rough touch.
“…Ah! S-Slow down!”
He penetrated her as they sat across each other. It entered so hard that Elia’s slick walls clenched around him.
“Ahh! Cy-Cyrone!”
His movements were rougher than usual. Every time he moved his hips, Elia felt like she was about to topple backward. She clung to Cyrone’s shoulders helplessly and trembling. The pleasure blurred her vision, feeling like she was going to burst into tears.
“Hah…”
He pulled out entirely off her roughly. Elia shuddered as the large thing that filled her suddenly left her empty.
But Cyrone gave her no rest. He flipped her onto her back. Her flushed place was glistening and exposed. Just the sight of it made his skin burn.
“Ngh—! Ahh!”
He slammed back into her as he grabbed her waist. Her wet walls seemed to swallow him greedily. Cyrone made a feral groan as her walls fluttered around him. It was tight and wouldn’t let go.
“Ah! Ah! Cy-Cyrone!”
Elia’s arms buckled against the wall before she collapsed again. Her body arched and her head thrown back. She couldn’t even open her eyes at the pleasure that struck her head to her toe
“….Hngh!”
Then Cyrone’s teeth sank into her shoulder as he loomed over her. He gave a dark whisper,
“Remember well. The name that will save you, Belial.”
“Ahh!”
Cyrone withdrew abruptly, only to drive into her. As the large thing passed through the tight walls, Elia felt sparks across her vision.
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“Eek!”
Susan stared in shock at Elia’s naked body.
Elia’s already petite frame looked as if it could break at any moment. To make matters worse, the dozens of bite marks and bruises all over her skin were almost unbearable to look at.
“Miss, what on earth happened to you…?”
Susan murmured, wiping away tears. Feeling ashamed, Elia wrapped herself tightly with the sheet.
“Please eat something, Miss. At this rate, you won’t be able to hold on much longer.”
“I’m fine. I’ve been eating properly.”
“But why aren’t you gaining any weight?”
Susan pressed her chest in frustration. Except for Cyrone and a few blind maids, Susan was the only one allowed to come and go here. Even then, it was only two or three times a month, and each time Susan saw Elia, growing thinner and weaker, her heart ached deeply.
“How’s life outside? Is your master treating you well?”
Trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere, Elia spoke first. Since the downfall of the Reiffers family, Susan had been moving from place to place, barely making ends meet.
It was understandable. Half of the Reiffers’ servants had died, and the rest barely survived. Yet even those who lived could not settle anywhere because they bore the Reiffers name. A mark now considered the most dangerous stigma in the empire.
“I have no face to show you, Susan.”
“Please don’t say that, Miss. At least I managed to save my life.”
They shared a bitter smile. Susan habitually helped Elia change into clean clothes and brushed her hair.
“Have you used up the perfume I brought last time? I think I left some somewhere.”
Susan slowly searched the small room, seemingly looking for the perfume to apply to Elia’s hair. Approaching the bedside, Susan glanced outside, then took something from her bosom and slipped it under the blanket.
Elia, facing the mirror, murmured in confusion.
“Perfume?”
“Oh, right. I must have forgotten to bring it last time. I’ll be sure to bring it next time.”
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