My Only Protector Is a Killer - Chapter 8

※ This book contains depictions of coercive/dubcon/noncon acts, violence, and gore. Reader discretion is advised.

The lower hole still had traces of last night’s intercourse, mixing the smell of his s***n and her c*m. Moreover, since it hadn’t been properly cleaned, remnants of Machete’s essence had dried near the entrance.

He thought it looked quite appealing. It wasn’t the first time he had tasted a woman’s p***y, but it had certainly been a long time.

It had probably been at least a few years since he had done it, and a sensation he had forgotten rushed back to him. Since it was his routine to keep going even after the woman had passed out, there wasn’t much difference in having s*x with Liv. He had e********d plenty inside her and thrust as much as he wanted. He thought that would keep him from getting hard for a while.

But when Liv, wrapped in the blanket, mumbled, “Machete, don’t leave me… if you do, I really won’t forgive you…” he felt aroused.

His c**k had already hardened the moment she yawned and opened her mouth, but the sleeping bag was so thick that it didn’t show.

Machete regretted that. If Liv had noticed his e******n, her face would have immediately turned red, and she would have stammered.

If she had freaked out and woken up, he wouldn’t have needed to take the trouble of waking her like this—he could have just started f*****g her right away.

Suddenly, Machete wondered why he wasn’t waking Liv directly and instead hoping she would wake up on her own. Waking her was easy. He could gently shake her shoulder a few times, or if he wanted to be rough, he could forcibly penetrate or slap her awake.

Yet, he chose neither and instead hoped she would wake naturally during foreplay. Why? Machete pondered while still moving his tongue without pause. He pushed his thick tongue inside Liv and stirred it around. Each time, Liv moaned and twisted her hips.

Now it’s about time to f**k. Thinking that, Machete still didn’t hit her or take out his c**k. Instead, he pushed his fingers deep inside. He brought his index and middle fingers together and shoved them in like a drill, making Liv let out a sound close to crying.

“Ahhk! Ah, ahh, huh…!”

Next, he gathered his index, middle, and ring fingers together and bent them, scraping the inner walls.

“…Uugh?! Wh-what are you… hicc?!”

Finally, Liv let out a cry and woke up, her body trembling from pleasure before she could fully grasp the situation, moaning instinctively.

“Aaang! Ah! Ha… hnngh!”

Machete smiled. No, the muscles of his face beneath the hood curved into a sly grin. Instead of speaking, Liv writhed, grabbed Machete’s collar, and rolled her hips. Every time the tip of his c**k brushed the end of her uterus, she gasped and thrashed, and whenever he poured his c*m into her cervix, she cried out for him to stop. Liv’s small frame fit entirely into one of Machete’s arms, letting him shift through positions with ease.

Again, whether Liv fainted or not, Machete continued plowing into her. He regretted that once she lost consciousness her inner walls no longer tightened, but even so, her p***y was narrow enough that mere thrusting gave him the full sensation. Holding her from behind, he drove his c**k deep. Her legs trembled limply.

‘If only there were a mirror here.’

That was his only regret. With a mirror, he could watch Liv being f****d mercilessly. When she came to, she’d see herself and clamp her eyes shut. And on her razor-thin belly, his c**k would be fully outlined.

Imagining that, Machete pulled out just before climax, laid her on the blanket, and looked down at her p***y—at the dried tears on her cheeks, the bite marks trailing from her neck down her spine, and at her twitching c**t, still quivering despite her unconsciousness.

Now he understood why he hadn’t woken her immediately, why he’d savored the foreplay instead of plunging in at once.

Because it turned him on.

Yes. From the very start, there was a reason for his astonishing generosity toward Liv. She aroused him—stirring his long-forgotten lust, driving him into heat, and making him unable to hold back his release.

Realizing that in just two days gave Machete every reason to keep the troublesome, noisy Liv by his side.

He scattered his c*m across the small of her back. His seed seeped from her p***y and smeared all over her body.

It was quite a sight.