Chapter 38
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“Huuuuck!”
I gasped sharply, my eyes flying open. I frantically looked down. There was no python. There was no python, but…
Two c***s, no less formidable than a python, were buried deep inside my c**t. The sight was clearly reflected in the mirror. I was so horrified I couldn’t look away.
He held both of his c***s in one hand, driving the overlapping heads shallowly into my entrance. It was just teasing, but the stimulation was more than enough. Even though it was only the thinnest parts—the two heads—entering me, it felt like a fist was being shoved inside, making my lower parts burn. I instinctively bucked my hips.
Zeke roughly grabbed my cheek, his voice a commanding growl.
“Relax.”
His tone, perhaps a habit from being a soldier, was terrifyingly firm. But that didn’t make the tension in my lower body ease. That was beyond the realm of my will.
He clicked his tongue in irritation, slightly adjusted the angle of my pelvis to align the heads, and then—
THUMP!
He mercilessly slammed both c***s inside me at once. His steel-rod-like members pierced through the narrow passage, burying themselves to the hilt in one brutal stroke. The pleasure shot past my threshold, so intense I couldn’t even scream. Only then did the tension in my lower body finally release, my thoroughly abused hole quivering violently. Then, whoosh— a stream of clear fluid arced out. He gave a shallow thrust of his hips, stimulating the inside of my bladder with each jolt. The thin, intermittent stream gained force, spurting out in erratic bursts, squirt, squirt.
I had no choice but to watch clearly in the mirror—the shameful spectacle of me being impaled on two c***s, gushing like a fountain.
‘I think my mind is going to melt.’
My brain felt like it was dissolving, my frontal lobe turning to warm mush. It was as if I were under a hypnotic spell of limitless pleasure.
It seemed my p***y wasn’t just squirting outward. My inner walls were also drenched, far wetter than before. It was still a tight fit for the two c***s moving within me, but it was manageable now.
His movements, which had started with light, testing thrusts, quickly grew violent. He pressed my b******s and lower back flush against his body, pounding the blunt members into me without mercy.
Thump, thump, thump— The sound of his c***s driving into me was different with two instead of one. Much heavier. More savage. The inside of my bloated lower belly trembled irregularly, like a muscle cramping, repeatedly clenching and releasing as if trying to swallow and spit out the hot pillars. From above me, I heard a gnnnh— the sound of him barely holding back, stifling his own pleasure. It seemed I wasn’t the only one overwhelmed by the sensation. But instead of slowing down, he only increased his pace, pushing into a final sprint.
Slap-slap-slap-slap! In rhythm with his balls hitting my a*s, the urine I hadn’t fully released seeped out in spurts, squirt, squirt. In the very center of a climax with no discernible beginning or end, I gasped, every hole in my body streaming with watery pleasure.
For a moment, my vision went pure white, and then I came to. I fluttered my weak eyelids, and a teardrop caught in my lashes rolled down my cheek. I had no idea how long I’d been out.
Unlike my dazed, limp body, his c***s were still relentlessly punishing me. A whitish fluid flowed down the twin shafts as if being pumped out. The sight of him still f*****g into me mindlessly even as he came was terrifying, yet it was so horrifically good it made my skin crawl.
When I opened my eyes again, I was pinned beneath him, taking his two members inside me. The heavy weight pressing me down was a welcome pleasure. Even after I had lost consciousness, he hadn’t stopped meting out my punishment.
He was a truly loyal guard indeed. Seeing how diligently he followed the order to do as he pleased until his anger subsided.
His thrusts grew rougher as he noticed I was awake. As if nearing his climax, he put on a final, punishing sprint, pushing me deeper into the quagmire of pleasure.
“Ah, ahh! Hng!”
Deceptive tears flowed sweetly down my cheeks.
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Through my bleary vision, I saw Zeke meticulously wiping down my body. It felt strange to see him caring for me like a different person, after he had been so merciless in doling out my punishment.
He used a damp cloth to carefully clean me, even between my legs, and then applied a soothing ointment to the stinging, sensitive flesh. I wanted to ask him why he was doing this, but I didn’t even have the energy to move my lips.
His hands were excessively brisk as he dressed me in a negligee and pulled up the covers. It was purely businesslike, like a nurse changing a patient’s clothes. No emotion showed in his eyes, blackened and hidden in the shadowed sockets by the backlight. His neatly aligned brows and the line of his mouth couldn’t have been more ascetic.
‘A man like this held me in that way.’
My gaze, clinging and persistent, remained fixed on his cheek. He left the bedroom without meeting my eyes, not even once.
That night, Kallist did not visit. Thanks to that, I was able to savor the lingering, blissful sensations and drift into a deep, contented sleep.
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