Chapter 91
The lascivious moans stimulated lust more than ever, and the sheer, maddening pleasure made her mind go hazy.
Rhythm is key to everything. Having grown adept, she explored his depths thoroughly, training him. She flipped him over again, bringing him down.
Kneading the firm b******s, she enjoyed herself leisurely at first, as if on a stroll.
“There…! Thereee…! Hhuuh, yes!”
“Here? Roni, you like it here? Hm?”
“Yesht! Put it in! Haang, go, haak…!”
“I wonder if your subordinates know. Their superior, falling apart just because he gets poked here!”
“Don’t say that…!”
In an instant, she increased the speed and intensity, pounding without restraint.
“Don’t knooow! Uh-haak! Aang!”
Sploosh! Thump, thump! Her own excitement, and the excitement of the man beneath her, were escalating beyond measure. What hung in front of him, and what hung in front of her, were both swelling like snowballs.
Of course, Ronius had to swell from both front and back simultaneously.
“Hhuuung…! Don’t know, don’t know! Feels good, feels goo-ud, ah!”
Since the ‘c**k’ attached to her body was ultimately made of her mana, the more she thrust, the more her mana was continuously injected into his a**s.
Moreover, Jeina was so overcome with excitement that she couldn’t control her vast mana…
Naturally, the one being thrust into could only become more delirious and chaotic the more he was penetrated. His sturdy frame collapsed as if crumbling.
She firmly gripped the waist where trained muscles bulged with life and spurred on.
“Uh-heng, huhk, ma, keuhk…”
“How come you’re just whimpering? I don’t hear you begging? Should I stop?”
It was a meaningless threat, but he fell for it hook, line, and sinker.
“No, ah, no, hup! I was wrong! Put it in, ughk! Uung…!”
As she slightly withdrew and then thrust back deeply, pressing firmly, he curled up, clutching a pillow tightly. The pillow’s side tore, stuffing spilling out wildly, and the bed was a mess. The large body, completely hunched over, couldn’t stop trembling.
She smirked, looking at the man who had already reached climax from behind.
“What, you came already?”
“Ahak, ha, hht, ng, ah, honey…!”
“Huh? So you don’t need to come anymore, right?”
The mana tendril embedded in his c**k was pulled out, and she lifted his trembling b******s high.
The last remaining firework would decorate today’s finale.
“Would it be over if you came alone?”
Feigning great annoyance, she didn’t stop, rocking her hips. Thump, thump—she hammered down on the man’s b******s, repeatedly striking his prostate.
“I came, but, I ca…! Mi, ang! Again! Woong, oo…!”
Under the violently crashing wave of pleasure, the concentrated excitement from his c**k burst forth explosively. He threw his head back and let out a beastly sound, like a wolf howling.
“Ooooh! Uu-woo-ur, ung!”
A thick, wet friction sound squelch-squelch, squelch-squelch echoed through the room.
“Ugh-geo-geok, uh-geo! Master! Please! Haang! Ang-i, no! Nooo!”
He screamed past climax, unable to control his body. Ronius’s back arched, and he leaned his body against the wall. His chest heaved tumultuously.
“Who said you could come on your own?”
Jeina slowly raised her hips, and simultaneously, one mischievous hand crept out. The hand that had been commanding up and down, now a loose loop, finally began traversing the edge of the glans and the urethral opening.
“Eeet, ee-ik! Ung!”
“Huh? Who!”
“Aaht, hak!”
“Come!”
“Uhak, I’m, wrong, ng!”
“Did you do it yet?!”
“I dihid, yo-ok, huuoou, uhgang…!”
She kept prodding him, Huh? Huh?, as she relentlessly applied stimulation. Streams of penitent fluid continued to erupt. His member had reached a state of spurting only clear liquid, his back hole was a sodden mess, and Ronius’s eyes had rolled back completely.
He had become a completely rutting beast, and Jeina dragged him around—onto the sofa, the table, the outer terrace, into the bathroom—demonstrating every conceivable position. She even flaunted it right in front of the Crown Prince’s nose, openly writhing with heated passion.
She burned with her own lust like a madwoman, and he, now in a state of complete loss of all reason, was the first to thrust his b******s out and shake them wildly.
“Huuoht, aaang!”
On the sofa, Jeina turned Ronius around and made him sit down on her ‘object’. Impaled deeply, he tasted another world and gasped for air. His floundering hands, with nowhere else to go, grabbed onto her n*****s, which seemed particularly prominent.
His b*****k muscles tightly clenched the thick pillar, and she, holding his lower abdomen that trembled incessantly in small shudders, pushed him down with a thump, thump!
“Haa, uuh-geogeo, ung, butt, yes! Jeina, uh-huung!”
The body swaying back and forth on the table had, at some point, moved toward the open window. The level of humiliation rose steadily, and Ronius grew even more wildly excited.
Jeina wrapped the torn curtain around his waist like a billowing skirt. Flipping it up, he, trembling while gripping the terrace railing, shook his b******s seductively, and Jeina, her eyes still gleaming with unabated desire, busily moved her hips.
She spanked his b******s intermittently, savoring the firm feel of his flesh, and their bodies collided with wet smack-smack sounds.
“Huht, u, uhung…!”
“Haa, aah, ng, ught…!”
Inside the bathroom, their breaths and moans gradually mingled thickly.
In the humid air, their damp bodies pressed together, blending softly.
Ronius leaning against the washbasin, and Jeina behind him, applying a generous amount of slippery oil before starting a rhythm that was both delicate and rough, gradually increasing the pitch.
Slap, slap, the sodden impacts echoed.
“I, I can’t… Too much, stimu-lation, stimula-ation… I’m dy, huuk, huk, I’m dyiiing… Dying, pleease… Again, again, oook!”
And finally, before the Crown Prince, Ronius caused a clamorous outburst. Spunk rained down on the Crown Prince’s face like a downpour. Until he could no longer produce even clear fluid, Ronius shook his c**k over the Crown Prince’s face. The Crown Prince stared with bloodshot eyes, his body twitching. Drool dribbled down from his chin.
“You’re not dead.”
The light of mana, bubbling and streaming excitedly from Jeina, brightly illuminated the night.
Eyes swollen from sobbing, unfocused pupils, swollen lips, a slack face. The inside of his b******s, thoroughly melted to mush, unlike his armor-hard body.
She hugged him, pushing him against the wall. Spreading his legs, kneading his crimson, ripe n*****s, the thrusting of her hips began as if for the first time.
“Aah, ah! It’s goood…!”
Ronius, whose back hole had been poked raw, cried out, and the Crown Prince, unable to hold back any longer, shook his own c**k.
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