Chapter 24
“Ah… damn, this feels so good…”
The words that finally came from Celesto’s lips were the crassest, most vulgar I’d ever heard him say.
But I didn’t have time to dwell on that.
Creak.
Suddenly, the bed jolted violently, and the bedroom floor echoed with the impact.
I finally looked around—and only then did I see that Celesto had fully mounted the bed.
He was kneeling atop the mattress, supporting himself on his feet. The taut muscles of his thighs were fully visible beneath his tightly stretched pants.
“Quite… an explicit position, huh?”
I muttered, almost evaluating him like someone else’s business.
Honestly, I could roughly predict what was going to happen next. Having experienced it once, I was starting to feel a little anxious.
Unfortunately, my friend wasn’t in any condition to soothe my unease.
Adjusting his posture, Celesto lifted my legs again and wrapped them tightly around himself. The shaft pressed between my thighs, fitting snugly without any gaps.
At first, it was very gentle. Celesto moved slowly back and forth, as if savoring the soft flesh along the insides of my thighs, rocking his hips deliberately.
Of course, it didn’t last long.
After a few repetitions of the same movement, his motions grew faster and rougher.
The tip that had been teasing me across my c******s now pressed forcefully against my core, grazing my v***a mound. This was no longer playful.
“Ugh, ah… mm…”
Hot breaths escaped through my lips.
The tip kept probing my most sensitive spot without pause. I writhed at the sharp sensation.
Goosebumps rose across my entire body. Even without full penetration or proper body contact, the pressure between my legs stimulated me far more explicitly than most s*x.
Before I could even adjust to the sensation, his swollen shaft rubbed against my c******s and v***a mound, crushing them roughly. My hips arched uncontrollably.
Then an even stronger force pressed into my legs. His unrelenting grip pinned my struggling body, and the back-and-forth motion between my thighs sped up.
Sadly, that only aroused me further.
“Ahh, ah… haah…”
Being pressed and overwhelmed by such a massive man made my senses even sharper. In plain words— I was turned on.
As my mind and body rode the pleasure together, more fluids soaked between my thighs. I could feel how wet I had become without even touching myself.
Squish, squelch.
From that moment, the wet sounds filled the room unabashedly, the juices rubbing against each other and foaming between our bodies.
“Ah… so much…”
A low voice, simmering like the depths of the sea, whispered into my ear.
“Why… is there so much…?”
Hah, ah, mm… ugh!
“Is it always like this? Always this much…?”
His tongue loosened by pleasure, he couldn’t form words and instead thrust his hips again.
The hot, hard shaft pushed deeply between the soft flesh of my inner thighs, pressing with a force that seemed ready to crush me.
Heat radiated from my crushed c******s, spreading outward. The inside of my unused passage throbbed with a deep, intense pleasure.
As I trembled and caught my breath, he drove his hips again. His juice-soaked tip scraped from my lower belly over my c******s and labia and then pulled back.
Faster than before.
As his arousal grew, Celesto’s movements became bigger, and at the same time, my c******s was mercilessly rubbed.
“Ahh, ah, aaah! Ah!”
My breath was almost a scream.
The pleasure was so intense that my entire body writhed, but it was useless. His hands holding my knees firmly and the weight of his torso pressing down made all my struggles meaningless.
Creak, creak.
The bed shook wildly. The air in the room, once scented with herbs, grew heavy and stifling.
Celesto pressed his hips tightly against me. The hard shaft pressed forcefully against my soaked center, swollen from friction and our juices.
The enormous shaft rubbed up and down along the split, open gap.
I trembled under the endless waves of pleasure. I could feel with touch alone how the wet flesh clung to him, refusing to let go.
The soft flesh wrapped around him, enjoying the friction. Celestom murmured lowly,
“Just a little… more, and it should be enough.”
Then suddenly, Celesto planted his knees and lifted his torso upright. His massive body loomed over me.
His hands, which had been holding my legs all this time, gripped my shoulders. Finally, my knees were free.
But I couldn’t move an inch. His arms, thicker than my thighs, trapped my knees as if squeezing them shut.
After tightening around my thighs, Celesto thrust his hips sharply. His shaft pressed firmly between my legs, and the thick glans mercilessly crushed my c******s.
“Ahhh!”
I let out a scream, flailing my hands wildly. My fists hit here and there, and my nails scraped against Celesto’s arms.
I was scared. I wanted to escape this overwhelming heat filling my lower body.
But I couldn’t break free from the pleasure at all.
Every time Celesto pressed his weight into me, forcing his shaft against me, a scream burst from my lips. My insides throbbed painfully.
“Hhh, ha… uhh…”
The sounds that escaped my mouth were closer to whimpers than moans.
Eventually, my hands found Celesto’s blonde hair. Instinctively, I grabbed it.
Even then, Celesto didn’t stop moving. The heat radiating from his body seemed like it could completely boil my lower belly.
‘What kind of powerful curse is this that he can’t even think straight…?’
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