Chapter 15
“Mmnh…”
A few days after that sinister emotion had stirred in the darkness, breathless moans were spilling from the room in the annex.
“Hah.”
Tina, deep in slumber, twisted and arched under a euphoria she could not place. She was surely submerged in a dream, yet the sensations engulfing her body were impossibly, inexplicably vivid.
“You could let your voice out, you know. Unless you’re afraid someone might hear.”
Between her own ragged breaths, Tina caught a low murmur coming from somewhere nearby. But the attempt to chase that voice back toward waking did not last long.
“Ngh!”
The thick hand that had been kneading her below suddenly pressed hard against her swollen c******s.
The stimulation was unlike anything she had ever felt. Tina shuddered and arched her back. No one had told her body to respond, it had simply moved on its own.
“So tight down here. It seems you’ve never taken anything inside before.”
The hand stroking her slick heat raked roughly down over her sensitive peak, punishing it. The jolt was so intense that her thighs clenched and her entire body locked in place.
“So very sensitive…”
“Hah… hah…”
Sunk in darkness, Tina could not make out what lay before her, yet she felt with absolute clarity that her body was drenched. The wetness kindled a rising exhilaration like snow catching fire under the winter sun.
“Ah—!”
And then, in the next instant, she stiffened at a foreign sensation. The fingers that had only circled her suddenly pushed inside.
“Hk— hah…”
Her body wrenched of its own accord at the unannounced intrusion. The fullness stretching her from below, the slick, obscene sounds sliding between. All of it was lewd.
“You’re swallowing me so well.”
Even without the cryptic praise, Tina could read her body’s reactions better than anyone. Each time the fingers inside her scraped and curled as if mapping her out, she felt her inner walls clamp down around them, clinging as though begging them not to withdraw.
‘Th-this is strange.’
Tina thought from within the dark. Everything was strange. The thing filling her, the way she panted and twisted.
And above all, this maddening sensation of something almost within reach that would not quite come.
“Your first time taking something inside, and already clenching this hard?”
The voice in the darkness chided her, but she could not stop her body from chasing its instincts. Something was mounting below, swelling as though it might burst. Without thinking, Tina squeezed tight around what filled her. Her hips ground forward, straining.
What she craved was right there. Like a child tasting candy for the first time, she wanted to roll it on her tongue. More, closer, deeper, to pull it in and hold it.
“Hngh… ah…”
But Tina could not reach it so easily. Each time the fingers stirring inside her and her own clumsy hip-rolls converged and she thought the end was near, a large, scorching hand stopped her without fail.
No matter how desperately she whimpered, the hand gripping her slender waist only pinned her down, refusing her the release she sought.
“Please…”
At last she begged, but the hand that held her was unyielding.
The ache was unbearable. She did not even know what she was aching for, only that she ached. Something was right in front of her, something sweet waited just at the edge, yet the hand that made her weep would not let her reach it alone.
As if it was punishing her.
“Hngh…”
The frustration crested into sorrow and pushed its way out through her eyes. Tears pooled at the corners and slid in long trails down her cheeks.
“Oh dear. You must be upset.”
The low voice gently chided her. Hot breath grazed her ear, and fine goosebumps prickled along her neck.
“Ah…”
Tina wept with longing and thought. She wanted to open her eyes. She wanted to open them and see who was in front of her.
But the thick cloth over her eyes would not let her face the truth. That grief drove fresh tears from her, even as the euphoria engulfed her whole body.
The tears that seeped from the corners of her eyes that night refused to dry, not until she collapsed from exhaustion, not until the sun rose past her window.
“Nn… ah.”
The next morning, Tina woke with a moan that bordered on a scream. Her throat was rough and raw, like she’d been shouting, and the hair plastered mercilessly to her forehead told her she had sweated through the entire night.
“What is…”
Bewildered by a nightgown soaked through and clinging to every inch of her, Tina felt a dampness too persistent to ignore. She lifted the hem of her negligee with cautious fingers.
And went speechless. The sheet beneath her was soaked through along her g***n.
She did not need to look closely. The sticky trail that extended from below, no matter how she considered it, she had soiled the sheets herself.
“How… why…”
Her face caught fire at the shameful sight. No one was watching, yet she wanted to disappear.
Just then, a tiny, keening whimper reached her ears. She whipped her head around in alarm and found Rus wriggling at the edge of the bed, struggling to burrow into her arms.
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