CHAPTER 35

The sensation was so intense that it gave her goosebumps all over her body, resembling pl*asure somewhere. With a mixture of pain and pl*asure, her face contorted.

“Deep….”

“Does it hurt?”

It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t okay either.

“I don’t know…”

On the plus side, she was focused solely on this moment. 

It couldn’t get any deeper than this…..

She sat quietly, taking some time to adjust. Sitting deeply felt comfortable now when she used to sit awkwardly before. 

“Ah… something feels weird.” 

She glanced over at Dian and he was staring at her. His hands gently stroked her waist, and then his hands came forward and spread wide. At the signal to take his hand, she clasped it tightly. It felt like a firm grip, empowering her to move her waist slowly.

“Yeah…”

Moving back and forth, the back and front of the passage were intensely pressed. The long presses alternated between her favorite spot and the back, and my ut*rus was constantly being stimulated.

She rocked her waist back and forth in a straight line while keeping her head down. It was simple but intensely pleasurable, almost addictive. She could hear him sighing softly, indicating he was feeling it too.

It felt like there was only Dian and her left in the world. Their g*nitals were firmly pressed together, radiating heat and pl*asure. She gyrated her hips in a tight circle, chasing another pl*asure, pressing against every part of her v*gina.

One round, two rounds, three rounds… Occasionally changing direction, she kept pressing at different focal points. The connection between the tip of the ridge and the c*rvix remained intact, and it was almost like she was getting used to it…….

“Haah, ugh, yeah…”

She chased the pl*asure like she was in heat. She bounced her hips back and forth, then in a circle, then in a circle, her hips bucking. Milk gushed from her br*asts, dripping from her n*pples. Dian’s upper torso was dotted with the milky l*quid. She absentmindedly looked down and met his gaze. She suddenly became conscious of how she must appear reflected in his silent blue eyes. It felt awkward and embarrassing…

“Don’t stare at me like that…”

“Hm?”

Dian chuckled.

“Why are you embarrassed when you’re doing so well?”

“…Because you’re staring like that…”

“Should I close my eyes?”

I wasn’t that uncomfortable.

“No, do whatever you want.”

He didn’t close his eyes. He fully observed her, and she, putting aside her embarrassment, rocked her waist back and forth. She gradually built up pl*asure through repetition and slight variations.

Longing for the long strokes, she lifted the knees of her legs, which had been hanging down to either side like riding a horse. Sitting like a frog, she released their interlocked hands and gripped his abs. After a few deep breaths, she started to hop.

“Uh! Ah, ah…!”

As her knees straightened and rose, her inner walls were scraped, and as she bent down, the sh*ft surged up, filling her up. The scratching of the inner wall and the stimulation of the ut*rine orifice were exhilarating, causing a series of bursts of pl*asure. Her br*asts bobbed up and down as her perineum rose and fell, and her milk dripped.

Dian’s hands followed, rubbing her n*pples with his thumbs and cupping her br*asts with his palms. Her jiggling br*asts settled in his hand, and the milk trickled down her br*asts and pooled in his hand.

The whole area was a mess of fl*ids. Around the junction, between her perineum and inner thighs, and where the skin touched, everything was covered in a mixture of fl*ids. Every time she sat down, there was a splash of fl*ids, and when she stood up, the transparent threads would connect and break. The mixture of milk, sweat, and ar*usal emitted a strange smell, vibrating in the air. Amidst the sticky fl*ids and newly released clear l*quid, they were f*cking hard.

“Aaaah, Diane, aaaah……!”

Her mind was blank as inertia took hold of her body. She was in a trance, grinding away at her cl*max. Slower, more frequent, more intensive thrusts in the deepest, narrowest passages. A shudder ran through her as her ut*rus stretched and opened.

Just as she was about to reach the peak, her calves and thighs suddenly felt heavy from the rapid pace. Her tired muscles screamed in agony, feeling like sandbags tied to them.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

She moaned as her strength gave out.

But the agony was short-lived, as Dian pulled her into his arms. She collapsed into his wide, w*t chest, his arms wrapping around her lower back. He stood up, lifting his pelvis with his knees.

“Argh, argh!”

He continued the rapid friction from where she left off. Her br*asts swelled sideways, and the central n*pples, pressed, tingled with pl*asure. The elastic pelvic thrusts accelerated, causing frictional heat to rise, feeling like flames inside her v*gina.

She was nearing cl*max.

The pure white pl*asure from the friction spread through her body. Her mind went blank, her fingertips and toes tingled. She clenched her v*gina tightly to prevent the pl*asure from leaking out. Their bodies slammed together, and the thrusting continued at full speed.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still, and she felt her body explode with pl*asure. In the pit of her stomach, her whole body rumbled and shuddered…….

“Hmph-“

In a moment of descent, all tension in her body loosened. The suppressed breath burst out, and warmth flooded through her veins. It wasn’t quite ecstasy, but rather a pl*asure one step below that peak sensation. The thrusting continued, and her legs kept opening and closing while lying on her stomach. Muscles contracted wildly as ar*usal peaked.

“Ha…….”

Words escaped her, but Dian seemed intent on matching her cl*max. He thrust faster than her mind could keep up, at an unfathomable pace, then abruptly, a deep and forceful penetration. 

“Argh!”

He withdrew fully before thrusting deeply again. Somewhere along the line, he began moving her hips back and forth, synchronizing with the powerful thrusts. Several forceful thrusts later, accompanied by convulsions of pl*asure, he released his c*m. Though separated by a thin barrier, the heat was unmistakable.

“Haa…….”

He breathed heavily, pulling her close.

Exhausted, content, weary, languid…

After the storm had passed.

She continued to lie on top of Dian, enjoying the afterglow. Her v*ginal contractions were becoming less frequent, but she still winced hard every now and then. One hand was on her back and hair, the other on my bum.

“I’m sleepy…….”

I wanted to fall asleep like this.

“If you’re going to sleep, hold on.”

Dian held her close, then rolled onto his side, the sheet against her back, a long line of flesh escaping.

“Ugh…….”

The sensation of separation was sharp. He placed a pillow under her head and covered her with the blanket. His touch was tender, but he quickly left the bed, leaving me puzzled.

I winced as the magnetism fell away. He tucked a pillow under my head and pulled the duvet over my n*ked body. His touch was gentle, but he quickly slipped out of bed, leaving me puzzled.

“Where are you going…?”

“To get some water, Rienn.”

She heard the sound of water being poured, and Dian returned with a glass, sitting on the edge of the bed. She sat up slightly to take the glass and drank. The cool water slid down her esophagus. She handed the glass back and lay back down.

“Just rest. I’ll shower and go ask Herta about the ejection.”

“Oh, about the ejection?”

“Yeah.”

He seemed concerned. She was curious too, but she didn’t have the energy to wash up.

“Tell me later.”

“Okay.”

She closed her eyes and curled up.

After a kiss on the forehead, his footsteps fade away.