Chapter 77
Your skin, its downy hairs standing on end, wasn’t prickly but soft. Frightened, you puffed up like some pitiful herbivore, but you were only ever that. Pitiful.
You clung to me as if you had always been mine. You were so soft that I kept touching you again and again, and in the end, I had to resist the urge to squeeze you so tightly I might crush you. Perhaps it was the sadistic impulse to break something so delicate.
Thus, you, so endlessly fragile, fell into my endlessly wicked grasp.
As though proving the fate you were born into, so miserably unfortunate. It was a cruel irony for you.
I kissed the tender nape of your neck and caressed your soft skin to my heart’s content. From you came the scent of wildflowers. I did not know their name, but there was no mistaking it was a floral fragrance. A scent unlike anything I had ever known before, clearly, undeniably mine. Like snow unsullied by even a single speck of impurity. You were pure innocence itself, untouched by the foulness of mankind.
Intoxicated by that fragrance, I breathed you in, again and again.
I wanted to take you wholly into myself.
Had you been wine, I would have drunk you. Had you been food, I would have chewed and devoured you without leaving a single trace.
Ha… my Pri…
A tight ache pulled below my navel, and I felt strength surge into my loins with painful clarity. It was the first time for me as well. The first time my c**k had stiffened in heat for something. Just inhaling deeply, just breathing in your scent, made my c**k throb rigid, ready to spill at any moment.
That such a frail, small thing could drag me into such base desire… even as I held you, I could hardly believe it. Merely caressing you filled me with the ecstasy of defiling something so pure.
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I spread soap over your plump b*****s. The slippery friction of flesh against flesh was dangerously addictive. Even with your eyes closed tight, you could not help but let out little groans, your n*****s stiffening in response.
So, after all the times you ran from me, do you find this to your liking?
Yes, I knew you would love me. No, you must love me. Otherwise, your already miserable self would only seem more pitiful. Prina.
But even so, I will love you, so do not expect pity from me.
It is your fault. Your sin.
Because you dared to wish for something one cannot wish of a demon.
I remembered your back as you fled in fear.
Your black hair scattering in the wind. Your small soles rustling the grass beneath your feet.
Seeing your back hunched in terror, I wanted nothing more than to swallow you whole in one bite.
That game of hide-and-seek was fun, wasn’t it, Prina?
Though you were bound to end up in my arms, you still fluttered about so much.
Now that you’ve returned obediently, I should reward such a good child with overflowing affection.
This is the reward I bestow upon you, Prina.
With my fingertips teasing again and again, your dainty n*****s puffed up rounder and fuller. Rolling both buds playfully between my fingers, I found them so unbearably cute that I wanted to take them into my mouth.
“Mmngh.”
When I sucked one into my mouth, and you let out a small moan.
Prina, you are awake right now, aren’t you? How could you respond like this otherwise? You must love me too. It must be that you stayed awake, unable to sleep, not wanting this moment to end. Even your body reacts to me with such sensitivity, as though you were born to fit against me perfectly.
Had I known this, should I have met you sooner? Or is it because I waited, that this time is more precious to you now?
I savored your eyes, your skin, your lips, your hair. I swear, not once have I ever forgotten you.
Prina, was it the same for you?
From the first moment you saw me, have you thought of me unceasingly?
It was a pointless question. How could it be otherwise?
From the moment of your birth, I had been engraved upon your heart. How could you ever forget?
That means we have been thinking of each other all this time.
Each time I tugged at your n****e with my lips, your eyelashes quivered like wings. I could not tear my gaze away from your pale face, certain that at any moment, you would lift your lids and show me your blue eyes.
I would like it if you looked at me with tearful eyes as I devoured your b*****s. I want to see you at a loss, like prey being eaten alive.
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