Chapter 41
“Hah, hah.”
Tina grimaced at the raw, metallic taste and absent mindedly stuck out her tongue, dragging her palm along it in one long sweep, completely oblivious to how obscene the gesture looked.
That unintentional, seductive movement drew a short, breathless laugh from Cain. Then, as if proud of her for swallowing every last drop, he gently brushed back the hair that had become thoroughly disheveled in the process.
“Ah!”
The next moment, Tina let out a short cry. Cain had suddenly lifted her into his arms and laid her down on the bed beside them. The maid’s bed, unused for ages, let out a metallic creak.
“You’re in quite a state down here, and yet you still have the attention to spare for other things.”
While Tina briefly let her mind drift to the stale, sour smell of dust rising from the mattress, Cain spoke in a lightly chiding tone.
“Th-that’s…”
When Cain raised the fingers he’d been idly working below, Tina could see the white fluid frothed and beaded at her entrance and the silver thread stretching from it, thoroughly coating Cain’s fingers.
“Earlier you said you wanted to be punished, and yet you went and finished all on your own before I even touched you.”
At the continued rebuke, Tina’s face flushed crimson. She couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason, but she felt ashamed. Getting aroused all on her own without the man doing a thing seemed like the sort of thing she deserved to be scolded for.
“This isn’t punishment. It’s a reward.”
Cain’s lips curved into an arc as his finger traced along Tina’s eye. The touch of his fingertip against her skin was sticky.
“Mmh.”
Tina moaned in response to every stroke of his hand. The inside of her lower belly had been itching for some time now. She wanted something thick and large to push inside and relieve it. Her hips kept rocking like a child seeking warmth.
“Mmh!”
And when Tina’s entrance was ground flush against Cain’s slick shaft, his massive length suddenly parted her wet folds and drove into the clinging warmth within.
“Hah. I’m sorry. I simply couldn’t hold back another moment without being inside you.”
As the member slid smoothly in without resistance, Tina’s mouth fell open, drool trailing from her lips. Just from him entering, white stars burst behind her eyes, and the legs she’d been holding up trembled violently.
“Ahhh, ngh.”
What had entered once was immediately thrust up with ferocious force, giving Tina no chance to catch her breath. The shaft withdrew nearly to her entrance before plunging back to the very root in a single stroke, and her depths, reluctant to let it leave, clenched and clutched greedily around it.
“Hah, relax a little.”
She was swallowing him so thoroughly he could feel every ridge, and Cain chided her between ragged breaths. And yet his devastating strokes showed no sign of slowing, so her tight, reddened walls could only gulp and savor what filled them, swallowing hungrily around his length.
“Mmh, hnn.”
As the lovemaking deepened further, Tina suddenly pressed her hand over her mouth, stifling the raw moans that kept spilling out. She even bit down hard on her lip with pearly teeth to keep any sound from escaping through.
“Hah!”
Cain didn’t like that. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer, begging him never to leave, to stay forever, and yet she was trying to hold back her voice.
“The next room… nnh, hah… the next room…”
As his thrusts grew incomparably fiercer than before, Tina hurriedly opened her mouth. Rus was in the next room. That child was so sensitive to sound, and he was in the next room. He would be waiting alone, worrying about her, wondering when she would come.
Tina didn’t want him to see this side of her. She didn’t want to be caught, lost to reason, clenching and clenching simply because she loved being pounded so hard her vision shook.
“R-Rus is — ahhh!”
The moment Rus’s name left Tina’s lips, Cain understood exactly why she’d been biting down on them.
“Ha.”
At a situation that could only draw laughter, his relentless thrusting paused briefly.
“My lady.”
“Mmh.”
“It’s fine.”
“N-no, it’s not.”
When Tina shook her head, Cain coaxed her, gently easing himself back inside.
“He can’t hear. The walls between these rooms are all paper-thin. If that beast had heard even one of your moans, he’d have come charging out to protect you on the spot.”
“Nnh, b-but still.”
Still anxious, Tina couldn’t bring herself to remove the hand covering her mouth. Her fingertips trembled quietly as she struggled against the stimulation.
“What if… what if he really does hear…”
And then, when Cain said this while carefully prying Tina’s fingers from her lips, she was so stunned that her entire body went rigid.
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