Chapter 214
The pink liquid that had filled the tentacle’s vial was an aphrodisiac, and now the entire length of the appendage oozed with that same viscous fluid.
Thanks to its relentless writhing, not a single inch of her inner walls remained untouched by the d**g.
Her inflamed flesh craved stimulation on instinct. The tentacle wasn’t enough—she needed something stronger, deeper, something to ruthlessly pound into her. Something hard, just like the monstrous shaft filling her p***y.
A gush of slick fluid burst from the tentacle. As the aphrodisiac spread, a desperate, feverish heat consumed her inner walls, making Jaha tremble violently.
Right now, her front didn’t matter. She had to deal with this first—the unbearable, maddening need from behind.
Jaha squirmed forward, pulling the p***s embedded in her p***y free. As their connection broke, a lewd, wet sound stretched between them—schlick—as strands of fluid clung and snapped.
From her stretched entrance, a cloudy mix of their fluids spilled out in thick, sticky strands. His member, too, glistened messily, coated in the remnants of their repeated lovemaking.
With his c**k still standing rigid, Jaha rubbed her a*s crack against it. Each time her a**s grazed the veiny shaft, her hips jerked involuntarily. She couldn’t bring herself to ask him to put it in—she just kept grinding like that—until he gripped her waist, pressing the tip against her entrance.
‘Not there!’
Frustration flared inside her, and she shifted her hips, guiding him back to her a*s. Realizing her intent, his large hand cupped her cheek.
“You want it this way now?”
His thumb pressed gently against her hole, as if confirming her desires. The unnecessary courtesy made Jaha burn with shame. Admitting she wanted this was hard enough—but the heat and desperate craving rising from deep inside her was driving her mad.
“Just—hah—just hurry… No more teasing…”
“You really want my c**k in this tight little hole?” His voice was smooth, laced with amusement. He was enjoying this.
“But this isn’t where we’re supposed to f**k.”
“You said—nngh—you wanted to earlier…”
“You sure you won’t regret it? Letting me in and out of here?”
“J-Just this once… It’s so itchy—ah—I’ll go crazy…”
Even now, she had the presence of mind to insist just this once. That stubbornness was so her—it delighted him.
“Quit wriggling your a*s around.”
He smacked her cheek lightly with his thick c**k before grinding it against her crack. The weight of his shaft, the ridges of his veins—Jaha couldn’t help but whimper, pressing herself tighter against him.
He scolded her like a misbehaving pet.
“Behave. I’ll give it to you without you begging. I know you’re in heat, but you’re not some b***h in rut—you can hold back a little.”
The absurd insult, delivered in that honeyed voice, made Jaha’s face burn. Humiliation seared through her, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop.
As his fingers traced the rim of her already-stretched hole, he carefully pushed the tip in.
She was already stretched enough to take his girth, but when a finger joined, Jaha flinched. A sharp smack landed on her a*s.
“Stay still. If you want this c**k, you’ll have to loosen up more.”
Lost in the scorching sensation, Yoo Jaha’s mind momentarily blanked as another finger invaded the already tight hole. It was too much—when it forced its way in, she gasped and thrashed.
This is too much.
Just as fear gripped her and she opened her mouth to beg him to stop, a firm palm spanked her a*s again. Harder than before.
The first strike had been sharper than a pat, but this one landed with a smack. It hurt more than the slap nurses give before injections. Jaha trembled with betrayal, recalling the empty promises he’d once made.
‘Liar! What was it—‘I’d rather die than hurt you’?’
Of course, she wasn’t actually hurt. There probably wouldn’t even be a mark. But the feeling of being deceived lingered.
While Jaha’s focus wavered, he smirked, successfully burying the second finger to the hilt. The tight entrance clenched around his fingers, making his c**k twitch.
Inside, the flesh had been tenderized by the tentacle’s relentless grinding, left soft and slick with mucus. By all appearances, it was now a hole meant to take a c**k.
“You’ll need to take one more, so relax.”
He soothed her reddened a*s with his palm, voice rough with arousal. Jaha’s vision darkened.
“N-No, I can’t—”
“I was planning to take my time, to train you slowly. But you begged me to hurry up and use your a*s.”
He wasn’t wrong. Even now, the heat and itch inside were driving her mad. But that was a problem to worry about after survival.
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