Chapter 12
Chapter 12
She’d be doing this with him from now on. If the pain traumatized her and made her refuse, that would be a disaster. So the man gulped down his wishful thinking. But it was wishful thinking with a plan.
Milana only needed to know one thing. That sleeping with him felt so insanely good she’d never forget it. He wanted her to writhe under the blankets every night, imagining being with him, just like he did.
Bova steeled himself and moved. His fingers rolled the two small n*****s on the broad chest. Milana’s thighs, with barely any muscle, screamed at the repeated motion. But as her tense lower stomach clenched on its own, he could feel his p***s being squeezed from deep inside her belly, and he leaked fluid in joy.
“Milana… haah, hng, doesn’t it feel good?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know! It’s weird!”
“It will… feel good. Heh. It’s my body. I know it well…”
Bova moved up and down a few more times, then collapsed onto the stomach, unable to endure the spasms in his legs. Of course. Milana’s body, which never exercised, was pitifully weak. But that was fine. He stayed there and swirled his plump hips, grinding until their tangled hair scrubbed together like a dish sponge. Then he rocked back and forth, hard.
Milana lost her mind to the velvet-soft, wrinkled walls of the v****a, contracting obscenely and pulling her deeper. The head of her c**k scraped mercilessly against the tender, swollen walls, doubling the surging pleasure. She never knew a woman’s insides, her own insides, could feel this good… It kept sucking at something, then pressing inward. The fluid flowing endlessly got crushed between their hair, turning into faint foam.
The sound of water grew louder. Milana felt herself being pushed toward the peak. Something boiling inside her screamed to be let out. She couldn’t hold it anymore. Her body twisted on its own. The scrotum that had been pounding against the woman’s perineum like a club grew even tighter.
Milana finally let go of reason. Surrendered. An animal-like cry filled the room.
“Hngh— Bova!”
And the man smiled, feeling his s***n spreading deep in the belly. The mental satisfaction was far greater than the physical. Milana had allowed his seed into her body in the most active way possible. It was as good as her choosing it herself.
He pulled out, clenching so not a single drop would escape. Then he pressed his lips, Milana’s lips, to hers with affection. One second, two seconds, three seconds. Milana, limp and drained, blinked three times and realized.
Her body… was back to normal!
“It was good, right? I did everything you’d like.”
Milana felt her face go bright red. Right in front of her, the cold-faced young lord was smiling like a predator who’d eaten his fill. The bliss blooming all over his beautiful face was so striking she couldn’t look away.
“It was really good for me.”
She’d always thought Bova’s voice sounded nice. Now paired with that beautiful face, the impact doubled. It completely undid her.
“It felt like having s*x wrapped up in you.”
Because I was feeling your whole body. Your whole sensation. While we did it.
“It’s my body, but with you inside it, it looked different. Didn’t know I could get turned on looking at my own face.”
He savored the afterglow, lazily stroking the female body that had given him heaven.
That was… way too lewd. The words.
Unlike the blissed-out man, Milana had just been swept up in the chaos. She had no idea what to say. She just squirmed. She was still struggling to pick out words in her foggy head when she felt something uncomfortable against her backside. She turned to look without thinking. Her mouth fell open. The p***s, looking far bigger and harder than when she’d seen it through Bova’s eyes, was gaining strength again. Knocking at her rear. Soaked all over in s***n mixed with faint streaks of blood. Begging shamelessly.
“Now I’ll make you feel good with my real body.”
I want to really taste you too.
The man whispered, then wrapped his arms around the female body and spun them around. By the time Milana came to her senses, their positions had already flipped.
“Again… we’re doing it again? I think I’m a little… sore down there…”
It was a pain she hadn’t felt when she was in Bova’s body. But Bova deflected her protest with a strike that sounded almost reasonable, pressing kiss after kiss into Milana’s nape. It was time to put the fruits of his three-day exploration to the most rewarding use.
“It felt good earlier, right? I’ll make you feel so good you’ll pass out. Just trust me.”
He rubbed Milana’s lower belly gently. From what he’d learned, this was one of her sensitive spots.
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