The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 227

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Just the thought made his c**k twitch eagerly. But despite his depraved imagination, his lips against her chest were unexpectedly gentle.

Before she could even process the pleasure, his mouth latched onto a sensitive peak, sucking hard—and Jaha’s back arched violently.

“W-What are you—?!”

“What does it look like? Tending to you carefully.”

She wasn’t asking because she didn’t know—it was meant to tell him to stop because she couldn’t take it anymore. But when an unexpected answer came back, Jaha jumped in shock.

“What?!”

“Look. It’s gotten a little bigger than before, hasn’t it? If you suck on it every day, it’ll grow quickly.”

“That’s impossible, hng?!”

As if to prove his point, he cupped her chest and licked her n****e with his tongue.

The man, who had raised his eyes to meet hers while teasing the hardened bud, looked as lewd as a devil. Unable to bear the sight any longer, Jaha closed her eyes. Then, he released her n****e, lightly bit the upper part of her b****t, traced her collarbone with his tongue, and slowly slithered up like a snake before pressing his lips against hers.

Jaha was helpless. Her pleasure-addicted body couldn’t refuse the stimulation he gave.

Even if she didn’t have the strength to lift a finger, even if it felt like she might die from exhaustion, she greedily wanted more—this sweet, tingling sensation.

Tears streamed down her face, wetting her cheeks—pleasure mixed with torment.

He licked them all up, like a dog fawning over its owner. Then, he laid Jaha face-down on the bed and moved his hips.

The fluid filling her insides made a lewd squelch, squelch sound with each of his thrusts.

“How is it that Jaha stays delicious no matter how much I eat her?”

The breath against her ear made Jaha shiver.

This man—he had definitely spoken right into her ear on purpose. Just to enjoy watching her squirm in embarrassment.

Annoyed, Jaha snapped back.

“You should—hng—say things properly. I’m the one eating Rikanan.”

Logically speaking, anatomically, wasn’t she the one doing the eating? When food enters the mouth, people say the person is eating the food—no one says the food is eating the person.

Seemingly caught off guard by the unexpected counter, he blinked like a malfunctioning machine. But soon, he conceded cleanly.

“You’re right. Jaha is eating me.”

For some reason, his voice sounded oddly satisfied.

“Eat me well, Jaha. I’ll feed you until you’re full.”

Thud. His thick c**k plunged all the way to her deepest spot in one go. The angle crushed her weak point perfectly, sending sparks through Jaha’s mind.

Holding her trembling body, he began pounding into her in earnest. When his thumb stroked her twitching hole, her walls clenched around him with a squeeze.

“If you feel empty, should I put a tentacle in here too?”

“I’m—hng—fine… You think I’ll fall for it twice?”

“Or would you like to try a tail? It’d be cute swaying softly. A plug with gems would be nice too.”

“Nothing—hnng! I said I don’t… want anything…!”

“You loved it when I stuffed you all the way to your colon—writhing, squirting, eyes rolling back. And now you’re acting coy? But does pretending change the fact that you took every inch here?”

Jaha couldn’t respond to his teasing question, her every nerve overwhelmed by the violent, relentless pleasure surging from below. Her mind shattered under the savage thrusts of his hips.

“Ah, hh… No… I can’t…”

“Just accept it. Don’t resist.”

He pressed down forcefully as she squirmed, trying to crawl away, his voice a low whisper.

He wanted her to accept it—not resist, to take all the pleasure he gave her. No, not just pleasure. He wanted her to take everything he was.

A creature born greedy was never satisfied with anything less than all. If he couldn’t have her whole, he’d rather be wholly owned. That’s why he chose to be her slave. To be devoured completely by this woman.

With a kittenish whimper, Jaha arched her back and came, her body trembling. He covered her smaller frame with his massive one, grinding against her relentlessly. As his c**k dragged along her oversensitive walls, a sweet moan burst from her lips.

The weight of his body.

The heat of his skin.

The rush of his scent.

Even as she struggled to breathe, her head spinning, Jaha didn’t hate any of it. No—strangely, it excited her. But it was too much. She had no strength left after climaxing over and over.

“N-Now… hng… stop…”

“No. We’re far from done. I’ll take every last drop.”