Our Make-Believe Ends Here - Chapter 4

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“Young, young master.”

“It finally feels real. That I’m back.”

Hitaon smiled, his eyes glazed with ecstasy. Their naked bodies, pressed together, rocked up and down, and Luirene’s skirt slipped away completely.

In the moonlight, her exposed calves were thick with long, thin scars. Hitaon’s red lips slid over them. Like an animal licking its young’s wounds, he tenderly sucked and nibbled each one. Chweup. He sucked hard, her flesh filling his mouth. Luirene twisted her hips, a lewd cry escaping her.

“Applying the ointment properly?”

“It… doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Planning to burden me with guilt for the rest of your life?”

“No. That’s not… ah.”

Without slowing his pace from the very first thrust, Hitaon flicked her swollen c**t, as if heading straight for the peak. At his touch, her body jolted as if pierced by a skewer. Her heart pounded as if it would burst, a dizzying thrill rising from her fingertips.

Her breath came in gasps, and she could only surrender fully to his movements. In the face of their obscenely intertwined bodies, the delicate white moonlight particles seemed ready to shatter.

Each time her insides throbbed deeply, stars burst before Luirene’s eyes. A dangerous sensation licked up her spine. Thanks to Hitaon’s lewd tutelage, Luirene recognized this as the feeling they called ‘coming.’

“Ah, ah… ah!”

The surroundings were suffocatingly quiet. Which made it all the more lewd and raw.

The sound of naked flesh sticking together and peeling apart. The squelch that echoed with each beastly thrust. The creak of the old shed’s walls each time Hitaon’s long legs, unable to contain his excitement, kicked against them. Even the pile of straw beneath them, bearing the weight of their intense s*x, rustled with friction.

But what grated most erotically against her ear was the sound coming from her own mouth. Her trembling, weeping voice. Her sobbing breaths. Her rising moans. It was evidence of arousal so intense it embarrassed even Luirene herself. Perhaps it bothered him too, as he bit her chin and whispered low and rough.

“I know your moans are pretty, but right now—”

“Mn, mnn….”

“Good girl. Hah, just hold on a little. Almost… ugh.”

As disjointed as his fragmented sentences, Hitaon’s movements gained overt urgency. Now, pressing his whole body against hers, he drove his hips forward with heavy, pounding thrusts.

Each time his member plunged to the hilt, her vaginal walls quivered and clung, her spasming insides ceaselessly swallowing and pushing him out. The maddeningly tight suction, drawing him in and milking him, showed no sign of stopping.

Her deeply stretched core repeatedly opened and clenched, finally releasing a gush of heated fluid. Along with a sticky, slick sound, the sensation of wetness spread between them. As he continued to pound against her, the wet flesh slapped and droplets scattered in all directions.

“Hngh.”

“Haaah..!”

The frenzied thrusting of his hips stopped abruptly, and he buried himself deep inside Luirene, his body trembling.

A heavy pulse surged from below her waist. He had finally released the seed he’d been holding back. At the end of the rough pounding, Luirene’s breath caught too. The pleasure coiling through her entire body, squeezing tight, nearly blinded her.

Her inner walls flinched at the sensation of being filled with warmth. She let out several sobbing breaths, engulfed by a dizzying climax. At the sodden place where they joined, the thickly pooled s***n began to mix and trickle out.

Only after one final, forceful thrust did Hitaon withdraw his member. The thick, long shaft was soaked in milky fluid. Still not fully soft, it remained e***t. He wiped the damp traces against Luirene’s thigh. The moment the s*x ended, he pressed his body against hers, kissing her, swallowing each other’s breath in a frenzy.

“You should swallow.”

He tenderly stroked Luirene’s face, her eyes glazed and mouth slack from the storm of s*x, then rose from the straw pile.

Hitaon pulled out a silk handkerchief—of the highest quality, the kind even supplied to the imperial palace—and wiped himself clean, then lightly dabbed between Luirene’s soiled b******s.

Taking the exhausted Luirene into his arms, he sank onto the straw pile and sat her on his thigh. Then he asked quietly.

“Have you been well?”

It was the greeting of their reunion, delayed by their rush to exchange hot passion.