The Only Way to Break the Curse is Through Contact with You - Chapter 89 Part 2

#89.2

Even before my mind was fully clear, a moan escaped my lips. I was both excited and terrified of what I was about to receive after a long time. I knew it would feel good soon, but the first time was always difficult. Diart, with narrowed eyes, looked down at me. I seemed to understand why he hesitated, despite having a face that clearly wanted to penetrate me deeply. He was conscious of the size of his own m*mber and worried that it might be too much for me, especially after so long.

Diart, who was chewing on his molars, raised his head to look at me, grabbed my arm, and lifted me up. My sweaty body was pulled to the edge of the table as he led. With me half-sitting, Diart kneeled down and stood up in that position. Then he grabbed the back of my thighs with both hands and buried his face between them.

“Ah! Wait, just a moment…”

His hot and w*t tongue trailed up from my perineum, causing my waist to jolt with intense stimulation. As the sensation became too much, I rolled my feet uncontrollably, and Diart clutched my thighs tightly as if telling me to stay still.

“Ah, hmmng…”

Diart rubbed my nub with his tongue and delicately licked every fold of my entrance. And then he penetrated my sensitive walls. I twisted my body in response to his thrusts. A sob escaped my lips that didn’t sound like it was coming from me. When his tongue touched my insides, I couldn’t bear it any longer and rested my foot on his shoulder, which had been wandering in mid-air.

“Yes, ahng, huh, ah, hah…”

With each flick of his sharp nose against the erected flesh, waves of pl*asure surged through my spine. My thighs trembled in response to his hot breath. which was giving me tickling sensation.

His tangled silver hair between my legs looked incredibly obsc*ne. Without realizing it, I pushed my fingers into his hair and messed it up. The silver hair that came out entwined with my fingers teasingly.

“Hmng, ah, ha, s-stop…”

My back arched sharply. The pl*asure that had receded once again engulfed me like a tidal wave, causing my face to flush. The second cl*max has arrived.

Diart, who was firmly holding onto me as I trembled, turned his gaze to my right thigh. A displeased expression appeared on his face, which was thick with sweat. I didn’t understand the reason until he bit and chewed on my tender flesh. My skin, which always had his traces, was clean. Diart, who had sucked and bitten the flesh to create a red bruise, stood up.

“Haah, haah. Wait a minute…”

I was exhausted, having already experienced two climaxes, but Diart’s energy seemed to be endless. His throbbing c*ck that he had been holding back for me was so tight that it seemed like it could burst at any moment. Diart growled as if sharpening it.

“I can’t hold it anymore.”

With a look that asked me to give him a moment to rest, Diart firmly opened my entrance with his throbbing m*mber.

“Huh…”

The sensation of his tip pushing through my folds was sharp. His cautious behavior was now gone when he suddenly thrust in all the way.

“Ah!”

Even though I knew it was impossible, my eyes widened with the sensation of being penetrated. I felt his hard muscles through his skin, which was sticking to me. Diart, who was pressing hard between my legs, let out a deep moan. Excitement tinged the end of his cracking breath.

As if to compensate for having waited so long, he moved with intense speed. My body shook uncontrollably, unable to keep up with the pace. Diart, who was holding onto my chest, kissed my neck. His tongue slowly licked the edge of my jaw. It was a leisurely, yet persistent, kiss. I couldn’t understand how he could give such a gentle kiss when everything else was so fierce. It was hard enough to keep myself from falling apart.

“Haah, ha, ah, ah…”

I couldn’t even ask him to slow down as I moaned uncontrollably due to his fast thrusts. My hand, which was tightly gripping the edge of the table, slipped off. As I collapsed, his c*ck was forced out of me, scraping against my walls. My body trembled. Diart immediately lifted me up and patted my shoulder.

“Just a little, a little bit, slowly…”

As if he were waiting for me to say it all along, Diart, who had been watching me intently as he thrust into me, kissed my lips lightly. Then he slowed down his pace, listening to me. His p*nis, which had only been halfway inside me, slowly pulled out.

The problem was that his actions made me watch the obsc*ne and lewd scene of him moving in and out of me without any movement on my part. Diart repeatedly pulled out completely and then slowly pushed back in.

White foam formed, and sticky strands stretched from the point we were connected before breaking off. My already heated cheeks got even hotter. When he was thrusting into me frantically, I couldn’t hear the squelching sound of the w*t flesh rubbing against each other or the hot and humid air that stuck to me. I don’t know why, but it made me feel strangely excited. A strange sense of satisfaction and color rushed over me, causing my lower body to involuntarily twitch and squeeze his c*ck. I think I heard Diart mutter a curse word under his breath.

“Haah, haah…”

“Hooh…”

Breathing heavily, Diart squeezed my hips with both hands. He pressed against my sensitive spot, somewhere between my pelvis and my sacrum, and my waist jerked as it was hit. It made a tingling sound, and my navel throbbed. Diart, who had clenched his teeth in displeasure, increased his speed again as if nothing had happened.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh and water mixed together. Whenever he crashed into me as if he was going to hit me with his whole body, my vision flashed and my memory repeated as if I had fainted and then woken up. My hand grabbed Diart’s jacket. Lying on the table, I was forced to endure the force of the man’s thrusts, which threatened to crush me.

I waved my hand in panic. I wished there was something to hold onto, but the table was too smooth and ruthless. Diart pulled his hips even further. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my thighs trembling, receiving the hard flesh that pushed and pulled mercilessly into my half-swollen lower body.

The mild pain had already subsided a long time ago, and the pl*asure that had been flowing in between was condensed into one place at a fast pace. I couldn’t help but feel that the end was the cl*max. I shook my waist unconsciously. It felt like I could reach it if I just did a little more.

“Ha, aah, ah, ah…”

“Huh.”

Diart also jerked his waist strongly as he approached the end. It was the moment right before the cl*max.

Clang clang clang. Diart lost his balance with the sound of the table being pushed and grabbed the table with one hand. He wiped his disheveled hair with a frown while breathing heavily. He looked very annoyed that he was interrupted right before his cl*max.

I was the same. If we had stayed a little longer, we could have reached it, but Diart, frustrated that we stopped just before cl*max, leaned over and pushed his hand behind my back as if to comfort me, biting his lips. He picked me up and hugged me, and we took a step forward.

“Huh, huh…”

Since neither of us had properly undressed, it wouldn’t be noticeable at a glance. How lewd the inside of the flowing dress was. Diart, still inside me, scraped against my walls every time he took a step. I entrusted my trembling waist to Diart and buried my face in his shoulder, breathing heavily.

“Haah.”