No Entry Except for the Master - Chapter 42

Wait, no— Lilith flinched, but Teia’s gaze had already darkened, predatory. Did I dig my own grave?

The water sloshed as his fingers worked her open. Without the usual lewd sounds, the sensation was different—her walls clenched tighter around him, as if afraid of letting the water in.

“H-Hyek?!”

She jerked when his fingers scissored inside, stretching her. Instinctively, she tensed her abdomen, but resistance was futile. His thick fingers hooked and spread her wide.

“N-No! This feels weird—ah!?”

Water rushed into the forced gap. The warm, shapeless intrusion made her shudder.

“Why? You gush so much every day. Shouldn’t I return the favor?”

She squirmed upward, but Teia yanked her hips down, spearing her deeper. The water inside made his thrusts smoother, but the sloshing, invasive warmth had tears welling.

“I hate it—hic—no water, eek!”

“You’d dry up if I didn’t refill you.”

He nibbled her earlobe, the crude words sending a jolt down her spine. His fingers pistoned relentlessly.

“N-No! Pant… You—you c*m so much every day, I’m not dry—ah!”

“…What?”

“Y-You… hah… fill me dripping every time, so—mmph!?”

His fingers froze. Teia licked his lips, a crooked smile forming.

“Ah. You’re saying you want my c*m instead?”

Lilith nodded frantically.

F**k. Teia swallowed a curse. His leisurely composure cracked, arousal surging like a tidal wave. His c**k twitched against her lower belly, impatient.

“Then beg properly.”

Drip, drip, drip.

Teia lifted Lilith into his arms and stood, water cascading from their bodies in noisy rivulets onto the bathroom floor. The sound alone was enough to send a shiver through her oversensitive ears, drawing a wanton moan from her lips.

Stepping out of the tub, Teia pinned her against the tiled wall, pressing his body flush against hers. The thick, throbbing length of his c**k dug into the soft flesh of her lower belly, each pulse making her tremble.

“Hah… ngh…”

When she lifted her head, Teia’s ragged breath washed over her face. As if drawn in, her lips parted—only for him to crash his mouth against hers. His tongue invaded ruthlessly, tangling with hers, sucking and biting until her bones felt weak.

Her head tipped back, knocking against the wall. Teia gripped her jaw, forcing her to rise onto her tiptoes to meet him. The sheer dominance of his kiss made her choke, a cough catching in her throat.

“Ugh—I—I can’t—ah!”

Her whimper went ignored. Teia’s eyes were glazed over, far past the point of listening. In one rough motion, he spun her around, shoving her shoulders back against the wall.

Trapped between the heat of his body and the cold tiles, Lilith shuddered. Steam clung to the slick surface, her damp skin sticking where it met the unforgiving chill. The contrast—scorching against freezing—left her trembling.

“I’m going to fill you up tonight too…”

“Ah! W-wait—”

“You’ll take every drop until you’re swollen with it, got it?”

The laughter in his voice made it worse. Grinning like a madman, Teia shoved himself inside her.

Even after countless nights of taking him, the sheer size of him stole her breath. It didn’t feel human. Shouldn’t these things be proportional? His c**k was obscenely thick, long enough to breach depths that made her toes curl, stretching her mercilessly as it disappeared inside her.

“Ah… ah…!”

Her moans came in broken gasps. Teia hooked an arm under her waist, lifting her until only the tips of her toes brushed the floor. She scrabbled against the wall for balance, fingers slipping on the damp tiles, but he gave no quarter. With a sharp inhale, he began thrusting in earnest.

“Ah! Ngh—ah!”

Each snap of his hips slammed her into the wall. Her b*****s, crushed against the cold surface, ached as her n*****s caught on the grout lines. The sharp sting only fed the pleasure coiling tighter in her gut.

Desperate, she braced her forearm against the wall, burying her forehead against it. Her other hand slipped between her body and the tiles, fingers finding her abused n****e. When Teia bottomed out, hilting himself to the root, she sobbed, pinching the sensitive bud until pain and pleasure blurred into one.

True to his word, Teia came inside her—over and over. The bathroom echoed with her cries, each one feeding his frenzy.

By the end, Lilith slumped like a ragdoll, knees buckling as she folded in half. Teia’s hand splayed over her lower belly, and when she weakly placed hers atop it, a dark chuckle rumbled behind her.

“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging his c**k out slowly. A gush of c*m followed, dripping down her thighs. “So full.”

She whimpered, tears slipping free. It felt like she might burst.

Exhausted, Lilith passed out before she could register Teia’s fingers pushing the spilled seed back inside, working her oversensitive hole until it clenched weakly around his touch.