Chapter 206
Her underwear was tugged down, and her ankles were gripped, her legs spread wide to either side.
With a wet shlick, her lower lips parted audibly. The sudden brush of cold air against her sensitive flesh made Jaha’s thighs quiver minutely.
“At this point, wearing underwear is meaningless. Just damp for no reason.”
His gaze slowly traced the glistening cleft.
“How about we replace these panties with a plug? If you’re going to get this wet, it’d be better to keep it all sealed inside.”
Despite the lewd content, his voice remained affectionate, his tone refined. That dissonance made Jaha tremble violently, her face burning with shame.
Gathering her spread legs with one arm, he held them firmly while his now-free hand began to toy with her below.
Trapped in the humiliating position—legs lifted almost vertically, her most private parts fully exposed—Jaha squirmed, but she was no match for the strength of his single arm.
A silk-gloved middle finger slowly pushed inside. Her slick folds accepted one finger without resistance.
Soon, it became two, then three.
“Ah— nghh—”
He studied every detail of her flushed, panting face—the furrowed brow, the strained curve of her lips, the expression of someone agonizing over something not enough. As if she were clinging to thin threads of pleasure, wringing out every sensation, even bordering on pain. All while drenching his wrist in her fluids.
“Fingers alone aren’t satisfying you, it seems.”
“Hk— ngh!”
“You need to be filled more thoroughly, don’t you?”
Before she realized it, four fingers were pistoning in and out. When he curled them upward inside her, her walls clenched desperately, and a gush of liquid spilled out.
Pulling his fingers free from her tight grip, he deliberately spread his index and middle like scissors. A sticky, transparent strand stretched thin before snapping, trailing down his fingers. Before the purification magic on his gloves could erase it, his crimson tongue licked it clean without a trace.
Jaha’s face burned at the obscene sight.
Click. With one hand, he deftly unbuckled his belt, then gripped his fully e***t p***s, rubbing it along her dripping slit. Each time the thick shaft grazed her c**t, her back arched sharply off the bed.
“Say what you want.”
The slick sounds of his hot, rigid flesh gliding up and down grew louder—squelch, squelch—as Jaha’s mind grew hazier.
“Ugh, put it in.”
“Say it properly. Where, and what you want put in.”
He swung his shaft, tap, tap, striking her folds. It wasn’t so much a hit as a light knock, but the sheer weight of it made it feel like a blow.
That absurd heaviness only excited her further. If something that terrifying were to push inside… Her desperate, twitching hole clenched hungrily.
The moment reason was completely devoured by instinct, Jaha spat out words she’d never say in her right mind:
“With your c**k—ah—stir me up inside.”
“Good girl.”
His ice-blue eyes, brimming with satisfaction, flashed savagely despite his gentle tone. The fangs glimpsed between his smiling lips gleamed sharp as a beast’s before the kill—so beautiful it seemed he might sink them into her throat at any moment.
The slick tip aimed at her entrance. Jaha’s thighs instinctively tensed, a wet squelch escaping her. In response, he pinned her legs down like a butterfly specimen.
“If you don’t want me to go easy, spread yourself wider. Let me see all of it.”
Biting her lip at the humiliation, Jaha realized—perversely—she wanted worse.
More degrading. More obscene.
Crush me without mercy.
Torn between conflicting emotions, she obeyed, spreading her glistening slit wide as ordered. Shame made her tremble head to toe, yet her core burned hotter.
“Well done.”
Laughing low in his throat, he sheathed himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
“Hhk—!”
Jaha gasped as the impossible girth buried itself inside. How could she possibly take all of it? No matter how many times they did this, she never adjusted to that overwhelming invasion.
“Next time you want it, open up just like this.”
He stroked the curve of her lower belly, as if soothing it, and whispered:
“But I won’t tolerate you spreading these legs for just anyone. This place—you only open it for me. Only I get to take it. Understood?”
“Hng—yes. I get it, so…”
As Jaha, driven to frustration, raised her white flag, his thick shaft pressed in with a slow, deliberate grind. Pleasure sparked from her overstimulated nerves, racing straight to the crown of her skull.
“Hah—ah—!”
His thumb swiped over her c**t as he drove his hips forward—thud, thud—each thrust lifting her body up the bed. When she slid too far, he hooked one leg over his shoulder and continued without breaking rhythm.
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