Lewd Courtship - Chapter 87

Unable to even form a proper moan, her pelvis twitched. Every time the d***o plunged in, fluid gushed from her s*x. Squelch, squelch—short, shallow sounds leaked out one after another. The warm liquid slowly seeped into the mattress.

Rachel’s eyes squeezed shut. She tried to fight it, but the sensation that had climbed to its peak wouldn’t subside. Hoping for Killian’s return, she continued to cry out.

Before she knew it, the world outside the window had paled to a light sky-blue. But Rachel’s body remained flushed a heated pink. The skin around her eyes was swollen and red, and a steady stream of saliva that never seemed to dry trickled from the corner of her mouth.

“Ngh… Nn.”

The hole, stretched around the d***o, was sticky with thick fluid. Having passed her climax so many times, her senses had grown dull at some point. Her body, now accustomed to the stimulation, could no longer peak. Only a hollow sensation swirled through her entire being.

Even though it was modeled after him, it wasn’t him. It couldn’t compare to the pleasure he gave her directly. Rachel missed Killian so much she sobbed. Just as tears were welling up in the corners of her eyes again, she heard a click.

“Mmph! Nn…!”

She trembled and looked toward the door. Killian appeared in the slowly opening crack. Through her tear-blurred vision, she saw his impeccably dressed figure.

The formal attire for the political marriage suited him perfectly—except for his lower half. The distinct outline of his c**k strained prominently against his black trousers.

Everything was laid bare.

He approached nonchalantly, making no attempt to hide anything. Sitting directly beside the bed, he gently brushed aside the strands of hair clinging to Rachel’s cheek.

“…You’re beautiful, Rachel.”

“Ngh, mmm… ah…”

A hoarse, thin moan escaped her. Killian carefully removed the wad of lace from her mouth.

As the damp fabric came out, Rachel gasped for air urgently. Before the cool air could even fill her lungs, his lips descended upon hers. The breath she exhaled through their joined lips was pushed back onto her tongue by his.

“Ah, haah…”

Amidst their mingling, hazy breaths, Killian untied the cords at her wrists, one by one. Next, he removed the bindings coiled around her knees.

Freed, Rachel reached a hand toward his garter belt. In response, Killian bit down hard on his lower lip.

Seizing the moment she flinched, he straddled her upper body. Her pressed b*****s swelled upward.

He used his legs to pin down her arms, subduing her. As her movements subsided, he slowly loosened his waistband.

“Ngha… I’m… dying…”

“You won’t die.”

“No, this time for real… Ah, hng…!”

Just as she let out a pained sound, a rigid shaft pushed deep into her mouth. Rachel’s tongue instinctively traced its length. The same shape that was buried in her lower body now pulsed within her mouth.

Killian gripped her hair, holding her head steady. He skillfully established a rhythm with his thrusts. As he delved deep into her throat, the head of his c**k tightened. A rough, short breath escaped him.

“Ha… Rachel, about the political marriage today.”

“Mmph, ngh, mmm…”

“If you don’t collapse before I finish in this state, I’ll take your back hole next.”

“Mmm, ngh…?”

Her tongue, which had faltered in surprise, soon started moving again. Rachel looked up at him weakly. His eyes, both cool and hot, shone intensely.

Instantly, a future flashed before her eyes: being impaled by the d***o while her back passage was violated. Her inner walls, already pushed to their limit, clenched down again. A faint climax brushed past her like a fleeting touch.

“Ngh! Nghh…! Mmm…!”

Her thighs and lower abdomen trembled violently, shaking as if they might shatter. Yet, Rachel did not spit him out. Instead, she took him all the way to the base and traced the veins along his shaft with the tip of her tongue. A sound of delighted laughter reached her ears.