Chapter 30
“F**k, I knew this would happen.”
It was Kallist.
A shiver ran down my spine, from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. I’d known he would come eventually, but I never thought it would be now.
“Where have the two of you been?”
His voice was frayed with a rage so intense it seemed to burn away all reason. Overwhelmed by the force of it, I found my lips sealed shut. But unlike me, who must have looked like a lamb led to the slaughter, Zeke showed not a flicker of panic as he replied coolly.
“By His Majesty the Emperor’s command.”
“What?!”
“The Princess is permitted a walk once a week. On my escort. Today was the day.”
Kallist ground his teeth. A cold shadow fell across Zeke’s face.
In the heart of that taut tension, my own heart beat a strangely joyful, frantic rhythm against my ribs.
***
The moment Kallist pushed me into the bedroom, he slammed my face against the door and hiked up my skirt. The head of his c**k, as big as a fist, forced its way in, prying apart my still-dry entrance. A pain, as if I’d become a virgin all over again, made my slender body jolt violently. Even when he shoved his d**k in harder, the hole wouldn’t stretch any further. He sank his teeth into the nape of my neck and let out a laugh dripping with pleasure.
“Ha, you’re acting like you’ll go crazy without my c**k for a few days. Looks like you’ve been keeping this hole well-guarded anyway.”
His satisfied voice, born from the delusion that this hole belonged entirely to him, reverberated in my ear. He grabbed my b*****s with both hands as if to crush them, then twisted and pinched my hardening n*****s. But the pain was fleeting; the pleasure from the holy water sent a tingling rush through my entire body. Feeling my walls grow slick, he began pushing his stalled member back inside.
“F**k, the moment it gets a taste of c**k, it’s drooling with pleasure.”
My vaginal walls, as if they had a mind of their own, greedily swallowed his shaft inch by inch. With just a little more force from him, it seemed ready to suck the entire pillar, thick as a man’s forearm, all the way down to the root. He pulled his half-buried c**k almost all the way out and then, with a brutal thwack—like driving a nail with a sledgehammer—he pierced through the tight hole in one swift motion.
“Ugh—hk!”
A pleasure so intense it felt like every nerve in my brain was short-circuiting erupted through me. Fluid gushed from every orifice in my body. All my strength drained away, my limbs and neck going limp. If not for that long pillar skewering me like a spit, I would have collapsed to the floor right then.
Grabbing a handful of my swaying hair with one hand and my bouncing b****t with the other like handles, he pistoned his c**k into me without mercy. My powerless body shook like a ragdoll. My scalp stung where he gripped my hair, but not enough to tear it out—just enough to deliciously heighten the pleasure.
Thick s***n filled me to the brim, right up to my cervix. His c**k was lodged so tightly against my walls that not a drop of the milky fluid could leak out. Still impaled on him, he walked us further into the room, shoved my face into the sofa, and pushed my knees up onto the cushions.
“Arch your back.”
“Ugh… Hhuu…”
Folded in half in a position like a deep, prostrating bow, I could only take whatever he gave. His merciless c**k slammed into me, thwack! Thwack! THWACK!, as if trying to pound my p***y into ruin. The violently bulging veins on his shaft scraped ruthlessly against my inner folds and clawed at my walls. Probably, veins of similar thickness were bulging on his hands and forehead right now.
I was intensely satisfied that my deviation—that slight, misguided misunderstanding—had ignited his possessiveness like this. The only regret was that I couldn’t see his eyes gone wild with frenzy.
A Kallist with his leash completely off was truly a sight to behold.
‘Ah, this is the best.’
Go on, ruin me completely.
***
“Agh… ah, ahk, ah! Aah!”
A smirk twisted Kallist’s lips as he listened to Sylvia’s cries, which were closer to screams. This b***h was always like this. She’d wail as if she were being brutally violated, but down below, she was frantic for more of his c**k. This was why there was just no helping a s**t born with a naturally lewd disposition.
Pinning her crushed beneath him, he licked the tears staining the corners of her eyes. Whatever this woman lived on, even her tears were sweet. They weren’t cloyingly sweet like honeyed water, but they were enough to satisfy his taste buds. And the feeling of her skin against his tongue? It was as soft as the entrails of a freshly killed beast and as smooth as the membrane enclosing them. He simply couldn’t pull his mouth away.
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