The Cat Who Weeps in the Dark - Chapter 59

Katie tried to focus solely on his hand, as Helion had instructed. This was for her own sake, not for him. If she didn’t concentrate on something else, the pain was so intense she felt she might faint.

The man caressed the parted petals one by one, then vigorously rubbed her c******s. Her c******s, already sensitive from the previous torment, reacted quickly to the simple stimulation.

“Ugh… Ahh.”

A slight nasal whine began to seep into her voice, which had been filled with pain. Helion didn’t rush, slowly pushing his hips forward.

Katie squeezed her eyes shut, enduring the foreign object. She wanted to yell at him to pull it out immediately, but she was afraid Helion would become even more cruel.

Fortunately, with her eyes closed, she could concentrate more on the sensation in her c******s. Katie felt the familiar heat warming her belly and tried to relax the muscles of her opening.

“Hmph.”

Helion’s body was already drenched in sweat. The pressure he felt from her p***y was immense.

Helion stared intently at the junction between her raised b******s. The reddened opening was tightly parted, firmly gripping his shaft.

For a moment, a brutal urge to immediately shove his c**k all the way in, even if it drew blood, surged through him. Helion paused for a moment to suppress the rising desire.

“Hmph, hmph. Is it… is it all in?”

When he stopped, the woman, seemingly puzzled, let out an incredulous question.

What the hell was she talking about? It was like she was teasing someone who was trying to be patient. Helion was so dumbfounded that he let out a scoffing “Huh?”

“Are you kidding? Not even a quarter of it is in.”

“That’s impossible…”

Her thought that it was all in was even more impossible. Helion swept back his sweat-soaked bangs. Then he pulled the woman’s upper body up, letting her lean against his back.

“Hmph!”

As their position shifted, his c**k poked her lower belly. Katie gasped, holding her breath at the strange sensation.

“My, my belly… Ugh, hmph!”

“Breathe, Kitty. Good girl.”

Helion embraced the woman’s body, his hands simultaneously rubbing the protrusions above and below. The woman’s body vibrated intensely, and the stiff opening loosened flexibly.

Helion didn’t miss the chance, thrusting his hips forward. What had barely been the glans now plunged halfway inside in one go.

“Aargh!”

The woman threw her head back and screamed. Helion gritted his teeth, suppressing a groan.

Damn it. It hurts like hell, and it felt so good it made his eyes roll back.

He pulled his hips all the way back, then thrust forward again with a hard thump. He didn’t fully penetrate, out of consideration for the woman. This much for today. Just this much was enough.

“Haa, hmph.”

Katie rubbed the back of her head against his chest. Her tightly shut eyes trembled pitifully. Helion looked at her tear-filled eyelashes and licked his lips.

“Haa. It’ll only be more torment for both of us if we wait longer, so it’s better to move quickly. Right?”

It was a question in form, but in reality, it was closer to a declaration. Before Katie could even answer, the motion began. Helion used his own pre-c*m as lubricant, moving back and forth in her narrow p***y. Katie’s insides were maddeningly hot. The pain-engulfed vaginal folds tightly gripped and chewed on his c**k, making it both painful and exhilarating.

Katie dangled her bound hands, swaying wildly as he rocked her.

“Ahhh. Ah! Ahh!”

She felt her parched insides slowly grow wet. The sensation was strange. Each time the mushroom-shaped glans scraped against her inner wall as it withdrew, the same ticklish feeling she’d experienced when his fingers had stroked her before began to bloom.

How could this be? To feel pleasure even amidst such torment.

‘Ah. Is that it? They say when you’re in too much pain, your body releases pleasure hormones…’

In the past, during torture training, a boy had once e********d while being choked. The instructor in charge of the training had reassured him, saying it was natural, just a hormonal reaction.

Ah. Thinking that way, it made sense. Just as one couldn’t control the emotions of their estrus cycle, one couldn’t control the pleasure caused by pain.

Once she let go, it was easier. Katie resolved to chase the pleasure, if only to forget the pain.