Chapter 11
Chapter 11
And the real thing in the mirror was so much prettier. Cuter. Filthier than he’d ever imagined.
“Bova!”
With a strangled cry, Bova felt the bitter liquid fill his mouth. Slick and strange-tasting. He didn’t have the guts to swallow it and spat it out quickly. He’d gotten to see the scene he’d dreamed of for so long in exchange for putting a man’s c**k in his mouth, even if it was his own. But this was his limit.
‘Not exactly a great taste.’
Once was enough. He promised himself he’d never make the real Milana do this and got up.
Milana stared at the white fluid dripping down her lips and chin, denying reality. What was happening? This was a dream. Her body. Her body had sucked a man’s thing and now… that was s***n…
Milana finally snapped to her senses, watching the small body climb onto her lap. Things had gone this far. If she still hadn’t figured out what her old friend was after, she’d be an idiot.
“Bova! Wait. You said you’d undo the spell! What is this. Don’t tell me…”
“You’re right. We’re mixing bodies.”
Bova tossed aside the shower gown that had been barely hanging on. The thin, delicate frame bloomed like a red rose, overflowing with anticipation, terrifying Milana beneath her. The red parts stood out starkly against the skin that reflected the sunlight so pale. Dazed, Milana stared at the two n*****s that had tormented her thoughts earlier. The swollen flesh below the navel. The bud peeking out from the folds, stiffened unnaturally. Everything was puffy and dark with blood. This wasn’t the body she knew…
‘What did you do to my body, Bova…’
Was this the result of that cursed wall?
Bova’s small hand lifted Milana’s large one and placed it on the b****t. The soft mound, neither too big nor too small, fit perfectly in the man’s grip. That seemed to satisfy him deeply. He smiled.
“See, Milana. I think we’ll fit together really well.”
He whispered low, once again targeting the left ear, his own body’s sensitive spot.
I’ll make sure of it anyway. Because I’ve gotten to know not just my body, but yours very well too…
The man who had spent days playing with his long-dreamed-of crush’s body to his heart’s content, watching it in the mirror, lowered his hips.
♥ ♥ ♥
A body part she’d never felt before was activating to its extreme, and the sensation was so overwhelming it took over everything. It was strange. All the blood in her body rushed to one spot, swelling it like it might burst. She didn’t even know what to do to escape this feeling.
The stranger thing was, the one fueling this unbearable sensation was her own body.
Her naked self took in the fully e***t length, the strange hot thing now attached below her. Her legs spread and the closed folds parted with a wet sound. It touched her slick perineum. The side of the shaft and the woman’s triangle rubbed against each other, gliding, smearing. Milana, completely dazed by this absurd situation, realized the body she was sitting in was slowly sinking into ecstasy.
The woman’s entrance circled the man’s glans, wandering. Her folds, tender and ripe from endless teasing, welcomed the p***s, pulsing. She playfully bit down on the tip where all the man’s nerves were concentrated, and just like that, plunged Milana into a pleasure she’d never known in her life.
“Ah… ah…”
“Good?”
The man asked, full of anticipation. The woman just shook her head, face twisted.
“No, it’s weird! Weird… do something… Bova…”
“Say Vladimir.”
The man demanded it, breath held. He wanted to hear his real name from her lips, not in fear but in pleasure.
“Hurry.”
Milana wouldn’t be able to hold out. The man knew his own body’s limits well.
“Vladi… mir…”
Who knew a person could get turned on by their own voice. The voice that had been his since birth became sweet music he’d never heard before, and it thrilled him.
And with that, the man sat down onto his own p***s.
“Vladimir!”
The elegant, sculpted face crumpled with her cry. The violet eyes, wrecked by shock and first-time pleasure, melted, tears streaming down.
And Bova’s brows drew together at an unexpected pain. Ah, he knew it was her first time, but still. Could it really hurt this much?
He already knew Milana had no experience with men. That’s why, when he’d been exploring her sensitive spots and getting off to the sight in the mirror, he’d only slipped in a thin finger. Milana’s body was so small, and her hands were even tinier. Sliding two fingers in and out had stirred up a strange sensation, but there’d been no excitement laced with pain.
Of course it would hurt, swallowing something this size for her first time. Bova knew his own size well. He pushed forward without hesitation and finally managed to shove the thick base all the way in. The two different shades of hair pressed together. Two groans burst out at the same time, like sighs of lament. One from pleasure. One from pain.
‘Good. At least Milana doesn’t have to go through this pain…’
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