Chapter 13 🔞
Ken pressed his lower half against my *ss. My eyes opened wide. I felt something hard and throbbing at my backside. I tried to pull away, but Ken pinned me between a wooden beam and his own body.
“Eek! Oh? Ah!”
I finally looked back at Ken—flushed cheeks and deep searing eyes. There was a man whose desire was plain for me to see. My breath caught in my throat.
“K–Ken.”
“If you’re going to encourage me like that, then I have no choice but to give you what you want.”
Ken licked his lips and shifted at the waist. It was only after a quick glance did I notice he wasn’t wearing anything. His tightly muscled waist and hard pelvis were bare and easy to see.
‘Oh my god.’
I closed my eyes tight.
Something long and hard was burrowing between my legs. I tried to squeeze my thighs together to stop it from moving any further, but it had no trouble rubbing against my crotch. Whatever it was wrapped itself in my nightgown, getting the thin hem of my skirt damp and sticky.
The texture of the fabric grew slippery like pudding. The long thing parted the closed flesh down there and rubbed against my sensitive spot.
“Ugh! Ouch! What the hell are you poking me with!”
Ken laughed softly.
“You’re not asking because you don’t know, are you?”
Yes, I’m asking because I don’t know!
He grabbed my hand and guided it downwards until it was below my navel. Then, with his fingers, he tore the hem of my wet skirt, and let me feel the fully exposed hand flesh poking my palm. I opened my eyes again.
‘No way…is this what it was?’
Is it? I couldn’t believe what I was touching right now. It’s Ken’s. I closed my hand without realizing it. Then he flinched, as if trying to get away, and thrusted against my palm again.
“Mmm, hmm…ah…”
Ken buried his face in the crook of my neck and made a pleasant sounding purr. Then he took a long breath and whispered, “Um…Belle, are you feeling a bit better?”
I didn’t know what it was, but I wasn’t. Ken’s flesh, which I presumed had bulging veins, was rubbing against my torn skirt. When I didn’t answer, Ken lifted my leg over his arm and slid his finger under the wide open area.
“Aah!”
A sticky liquid splashed onto his hand.
“You like it that much? That’s cute.”
“Oh, yes, yes! Ah…”
Ken playfully wiggled his finger. When he did, heat rushed through my entire body like an explosion. The entrance underneath me that I didn’t even know existed clenched around his finger.
It was my first time but I knew that this unfamiliar sensation couldn’t be anything but obvious pleasure.
“Hngh!”
“Ah, Belle. When you come, you come with me.”
Ken pulled his finger out and instead put in something larger, longer, and harder into the same spot. Arching my back, I squealed.
“Ahh! Ken!”
“Hmm, Belle!”
Ken’s thing thrusted into my gaping hole over and over and over again. It was so good, I felt like I was going to die. My moans and whimpers mixed wildly with the lewd sounds of flesh on flesh.
“Yes, oh, hmm, ah! Hmm, mmm!”
“Unh…Oh, Belle, good. Ugh, hngh.”
My body was clamping and sucking Ken’s thing down there by itself, my skirt stained with splashes of the fluids I spilled.
“Aaah, aah, hnnnnngh!”
I couldn’t believe the sounds that were coming from my own mouth.
“Today, what really…Belle, ugh…!”
The whole time I was screaming and yelling, I was out of it. My body felt like it didn’t belong to me, rubbing against Ken’s flesh, scratching his arms, and calling his name.
“Mmm…I can’t. I’m c*mming.”
Ken held me tight, pushing his c*ck all the way in. I shook my head and whimpered at the unrelenting pleasure. He paused, but the words that came out of my mouth begged him not to.
“So good! Ah, I love it! Please fill me up!”
Ken covered my filthy mouth with his, sticking his tongue inside. He bit and sucked on my lips, filling me with desire, just as he wanted, just as I wanted.
My head swam in pleasure and I felt full.
It was a crazy, e****c dream.
***
I had a long dream.
As dreams often were, the sequence was all jumbled up. Between the dreams I had last night, there were moments of hunting demons, being treated like one in the capital, and childhood memories of playing tag with my parents in the space between the barns.
And then, there was Ken, burning with lust amidst pink peach blossoms.
“Ahh!” I screamed as I jolted awake.
‘Have I, have I gone crazy?’
I’m going crazy. I must have lost it. What kind of dream was that? It felt so vivid, as if I had experienced both the pain and pleasure firsthand.
I snapped my hand up and stretched it out in front of me. There, I saw my cursed hand, shimmering with blue scales. The heat that rushed to my face vanished in an instant.
‘Oh, it was a dream.’
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