The Ring of Bondage - Chapter 2.16

Serabella’s expression as she barely held the glans in her mouth and looked up at Damian was strange. She seemed anxious, and also as if expectation had seeped into her face. With that expression, Serabella licked him.

The movement of her tongue as it poked at his urethral opening and licked long over his glans was enough to send a chill up the back of his neck.

Had he really endured something this good until now? Her clumsy movements were excessively lovely. As time passed, she would become skilled at sucking c**k just as Damian wanted. That made her awkwardness all the more precious.

Damian gently caressed her cheek, then gripped her face with both hands. Before Serabella could look up at Damian in confusion, he held her face and shoved his manhood in.

His pillar pressed down on her uvula and drove deeper beyond it. It felt unbelievably thrilling. Her front teeth lightly scraping his thick shaft, and her body trembling as she held on to his waist, there wasn’t a single part of it that wasn’t lovely.

“Mmph, mmm…!”

“Bella, haa… you’re much cuter than I imagined.”

Each time Damian held her face and thrust, the tears gathered in Serabella’s eyes scattered in drops. A stimulation different from when he shoved his c**k into her lower hole delighted Damian.

It would have been fine to suppress the urge to come and enjoy this feeling for longer, but Damian changed his mind as he looked at Serabella’s tear-stained face. They had plenty of time anyway.

Because Damian was gripping her and moving her roughly, Serabella was holding tightly to his waist. Damian couldn’t choose which was lovelier, her small hands filled with tension, or the mouth sucking his manhood.

When he pulled his hips back, the reduced pressure made it feel as though she was sucking hard on the whole of his pillar, which sent a chill through him, and when he thrust his c**k in, the sound of her breath catching was thrilling.

Damian didn’t bother holding back the sensation of release that tingled up his spine. With his c**k shoved itself deep into her mouth, he let out a languid breath. Her mouth stretched wide, her teary eyes. Belatedly, he thought it might have been good to spill his s***n over her face, but this was fine too. Because the sight of Serabella holding the s***n that gushed out into her mouth, then swallowing it down just like that, was alluring enough.

As she swallowed the viscous liquid with his c**k in her mouth, her lips closed slightly and tightened around him. Pressing down the urge to rummage through her mouth wildly again, he pulled out his manhood. Because he had to eat the most delicious dish he had saved.

“Haa… Damian, mmh…”

The thick fluid of s***n and saliva mixed together formed a thin strand between his pillar and Serabella’s mouth, then snapped.

Serabella flinched at Damian’s hand wiping the corner of her mouth. Ecstasy and fear mingled together and flickered in her golden eyes. No living creature could show such a lovely sight.

Damian pondered happily. How should I devour you so you taste your very best?

“Bella, what more should I do so you won’t be sad?”

Though he already knew the answer, Damian asked the meaningless question. As he brushed his fingertips over her wet, softened inner p***y and listened to Serabella’s panting breaths, regret welled up inside him.

If there were several of him, he could thrust into several holes at once. But what did it matter? He could take them one at a time.

Damian gently held Serabella’s body and turned her over onto her stomach. Her legs, slipping out beyond the bed and flailing, were beautiful. So were her p***y and a*s, clearly visible even without him grabbing and spreading her.

Damian softly swept his hand up between her legs. The moment his finger, wet with her arousal, touched her back hole, Serabella inhaled sharply.

“Hah…! Ngh, Dami, an?”

“Do you hate it?”

“Ah, no…”

Rubbing his taut length long over both of Serabella’s lower holes, Damian thought for a moment. Serabella wouldn’t refuse, but would she tear after all? No matter how badly he wanted to shove it in and ruin her, he didn’t want to see any blood being wrenched away from her body.

Any part of her body was good enough, so there was no need to be needlessly greedy. Even now, he was only rubbing against her, but it was thrilling enough to make his brain feel as if it were burning.

After finishing his brief consideration, Damian slowly pushed himself into Serabella’s wet, luscious rose.