Chapter 7
“That’s what drives a person mad.”
The man’s smile was deeply dark.
It was a truly monstrous size, almost hideously so.
The head alone was as big as Evina’s fist, casting a long shadow. The shaft was so thick and long it made her swallow hard.
He was so aroused that veins bulged along the length, exuding a menacing air.
When Xenobius gripped his c**k and rubbed it back and forth, it twitched and leaked a clear string of fluid.
The scorching heat radiating from his e******n reached all the way to her.
“Ah…”
She propped herself up on her elbows, her upper body raised from the sofa, and for a moment, she lost all words.
“L-Lord Impetraz…”
A sudden wave of fear crashed over her. Could she even take such a terrifying slab of flesh?
Her hips instinctively crept backward.
“Where do you think you’re going.”
The man grabbed her slender ankle, wrapped in stockings, and pulled her right back toward him.
“Kyah!”
Dragged helplessly by his overwhelming strength, Evina collapsed back onto the sofa.
“You provoke a man’s desire to conquer, you know.”
The man climbed over her body. He positioned her between his legs and began to slowly stroke his c**k, which pressed all the way up to her navel.
When he stroked upward along the dark red shaft, the thin foreskin slid forward and swallowed the head, and when he stroked back down, the skin pulled taut and the veins bulging along the length stood out even more clearly.
“Ha.”
The man rubbed his c**k and rolled his neck as if warming up.
At once, a fierce energy stirred around his body.
As the Esper’s power rippled outward, the air currents surrounding the two of them churned wildly.
A wind rose.
As if a typhoon were coming.
While stroking himself, Xenobius pressed his large head against her soft, yielding b*****s, flattening them.
Clear fluid dripped from the tip of his c**k and shimmered where it smeared across her skin.
He carelessly rubbed the fluid onto her darkening n*****s, exhaled a hot sigh, and began to push aside the folds of her skirt.
“…Why.”
Though it was a mourning dress, it had been made for the banquet, and the hand rummaging through the layers of lace and silk paused for a moment.
His gray eyes, rippling with a menacing energy, fixed on Evina.
“Why me?”
His red lips drew a slanted line.
“There you go again.”
He let out a sigh.
“Women always want to know that. Boring.”
She kept her mouth firmly shut and waited for his answer.
“Why on earth does that even matter to you?”
“Because there are countless people around you, Lord Impetraz. There’s no need for it to be me, specifically…”
As if irritated by the hem that kept slipping down, the man tore the skirt apart with terrifying strength.
“…Ah!”
“That’s not what matters.”
Evina’s gaze turned toward him.
“I chose you anyway, and I gave you what you wanted. Now it’s your turn to fulfill my wish.”
She closed her eyes.
It was Evina Siollier herself who had accepted Xenobius’s devilish proposal, and now it was time to give him what he wanted.
The man tore through her underskirt as well and immediately spread her legs.
He hooked a finger under the scrap of fabric that had completely lost any function as underwear and easily ripped it away.
“Ah.”
“As I thought.”
Having cleared away all the bothersome clothing, he let out a small sound of admiration as he finally took in the sight of her exposed lower half.
Of course, he had expected something like this from the curves wrapped beneath her dress, but Evina’s body was, aesthetically, the most to his taste out of any he had touched before.
Her long, slender nape, her full b*****s that seemed almost too generous for her rounded shoulders, her elegant waist and wide hips, and her long, straight legs, every part pleased him immensely, with nothing lacking.
And on top of that, a smooth mound without a single strand of hair.
He had met countless women before and never given any particular thought to hairless bodies, but seeing a p***y as smooth and bare as a b****t made something deep inside his belly tingle sharply.
“It looks made to be sucked.”
His c**k gave a large twitch.
The mound glistening with her fluids was one thing, but the way the delicate skin at the crease of her thighs formed a perfect symmetry as it disappeared between her legs, and the vertical line of pink flesh running long down the center…
“A masterpiece view.”
His salivary glands stung.
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