Chapter 239
“Ahh…!”
Payne’s entrance, already loosened from the previous slime, easily welcomed a new sphere. With his insides stretched, the orb pressed right up against his prostate, grinding and rolling against the sensitive flesh, making his vision flicker.
As his lips parted with a gasp, Ashtel sank down, taking his c**k into her body.
“Mm!”
“Ahh!”
Their moans overlapped and echoed together.
Ashtel’s inner walls squeezed tightly around Payne’s shaft, greedily pulling him in deeper.
Unable to resist any longer, Payne bit down on Ashtel’s shoulder and thrust up hard from below, making her cry out and arch her back in pleasure.
Their bodies moved together, and with each thrust, the sun-dappled lake and the glimmering water became a scene straight out of myth—like the story of the angel who descended and fell in love with a human.
It was hotter, wetter, and wilder than ever before.
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“…Damn it.”
After finishing deep inside Ashtel several times, Payne finally came back to his senses and glanced over at her.
“Mmm, that was amazing.”
Thankfully, she looked perfectly fine—if anything, just a bit more colored from their bliss.
He checked her all over, worried she might’ve gotten hurt, but there were no signs of injury—just the faint marks of their lovemaking.
‘At least she’s not completely worn out like last time.’
Payne thought with relief, gently brushing her sweaty bangs from her forehead.
But then he remembered: Ashtel had come out here wearing nothing but a cloak. He sat up abruptly, only to immediately collapse back down, clutching his waist with a trembling arm.
His face, turned deep red, turned as he glanced back at his own rear.
Only then did Ashtel, lounging lazily beside him, smile knowingly and ask.
“You still haven’t taken them out, have you?”
“Of course… not.”
From the moment they started having s*x, he hadn’t stopped once. Which meant, both slime orbs Ashtel had put inside him were still deep within.
Each time he thrust in or pulled out, the spheres ground against his insides, sending shivers of pleasure and a strange, unsettling sensation through him.
He didn’t dare reach back to remove them—he could only wait for Ashtel to do it for him.
‘But how could I even ask for that?’
What kind of grown man can’t even take out a couple of balls stuck in his a*s? The very thought was humiliating.
Avoiding her gaze, Payne bit his lip. Ashtel watched him, then started to grin as she stroked his well-toned thigh.
“You know, Payne… there’s a way to take them out without using your hands. Want to hear it?”
“What is it?”
“You just need to excrete it out.”
“…What?”
“You know, humans do that sort of thing a few times a day, right?”
Payne’s face drained of color. He stared at her in disbelief, then shook his head.
“That’s… that’s ridiculous. You want me to… expel these… like that?”
“Yeah. Is it that hard?”
“It’s not that it’s hard, it’s just… why would I—”
Why else? Because it’s incredibly hot. Reading the meaning in Ashtel’s eyes, Payne gritted his teeth.
He couldn’t just ignore the feeling of those orbs inside him.
Every time he moved or tensed, they nudged his most sensitive spot, and even the faint clinking sound when he relaxed made him blush in shame.
After sitting there for a long moment, Payne finally reached a decision, his expression full of defeat as he slid his hand behind himself.
“…Don’t look.”
“Huh?”
But Ashtel just kept staring at him. Damn it, what can he do when her face was so bright and open.
“Turn around, please.”
“What if your hand slips and you push them in even deeper?”
“…That won’t happen.”
“Still, it’s dangerous.”
Even so, removing them like excrement that felt even more humiliating.
But Ashtel, seeing how stubborn Payne was, sighed and finally turned away. She never wanted to force her lover to do something he truly hated.
Glancing warily at Ashtel, Payne braced his knees on the ground and straightened up, carefully bringing his hand back to his entrance.
But the moment his finger brushed against his rim, an involuntary moan escaped him.
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