Side Story 3

“Mm, uh… Dion….”

“Beth, the inside of Miss is so… hot, and tight… it feels so good.”

“Uh, ah…! Like that, aah, if you do that, ugh….”

Every time his length withdrew, the flushed inner walls clung to it, showing themselves slightly before being pushed back inside with him. The inner walls, as if determined not to let go, clung persistently to Dion’s shaft and trembled lightly. Dion clenched his jaw and paused for a moment. Even though he had only been moving in a slow rhythm, the urge to release was already building up.

Just touching Lisbeth always made him feel as if he might lose control. To Dion, Lisbeth’s very existence was overwhelmingly stimulating. All the more so now, as she entrusted her whole body to him, crying and gasping with every movement he made—there was nothing more he could wish for.

Dion whispered into Lisbeth’s ear.

“How should I do it, to make you feel even better? Please tell me.”

“Hng, ah, a little, faster…!”

“Should I do it harder, Miss? Yes? Do you like that?”

“Mm, uh, ah, yes, I like it…!”

Dion’s thrusts grew faster and harder in response to Lisbeth’s plea. Thud, thud, thud, each time Dion’s pelvis collided with Lisbeth’s, a loud sound echoed. Dion lifted both of Lisbeth’s legs and placed them on his shoulders, gripping her hips tightly. He moved a little faster.

His sac swung in rhythm with his movements, smacking against Lisbeth’s hips. Gazing between Lisbeth’s legs, where she gripped him so tightly, Dion murmured in ecstasy.

“You’re so beautiful, Beth. Miss, the way your body swallows mine, it’s so beautiful….”

“Hng, ah! Ahh, ah!”

“A little more, more….”

He wanted to bury himself even deeper inside her. Leaning over with her legs on his shoulders, Lisbeth’s body curled up. Dion’s length pressed in so deeply it took her breath away. Lisbeth’s eyes opened wide.

Lisbeth whimpered at the sensation of the tip knocking against her cervix. Pleasure burst and burst again inside her belly, wrapping her entire body.

“Uhuk, uh, ugh!”

She couldn’t breathe, but she liked it. The feeling that all her insides were being pushed up and then down again was thrilling in itself. Between her legs, the ache turned into a tingling pleasure. The pleasure that exploded deep in her belly shot down to her toes, up to the top of her head. Her body trembled.

Ah, Dion. 

Lisbeth tried to call his name, but only indecent moans spilled from her lips. Through her blurred vision, she saw Dion’s face. His neat brow was furrowed, but his eyes overflowed with unmistakable affection. The sweat that had gathered on his forehead rolled down and dripped onto Lisbeth’s cheek. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Dion’s neck. Her legs, moving with his rhythm, patted his scarred back.

Inside, Lisbeth clenched tightly around Dion’s member. He gritted his teeth, holding back his climax, and thrust harder. His mind was already a mess, completely overwhelmed. There was no room for thought, for anything but Lisbeth. In front of her, he was nothing but a fool—just a fool who wanted only Lisbeth.

The fluids from where their bodies joined splattered here and there. Both their bodies and the bed were soaked in their essence. Dion suddenly sat up and pulled Lisbeth with him. Now sitting on Dion’s thigh, Lisbeth gasped, shocked at how much deeper Dion could reach inside her in this position, her head thrown back in a moan.

“Haah, uh… it’s too, deep… ahh!”

“Hug me. Miss, hold me.”

“Haa, ah, ahh! Dio, on, ah, ah!”

Like someone caught in a storm, Lisbeth clung tightly to Dion’s neck. His thrusts grew rougher as he gritted his teeth and moved wildly. It felt as if she was melting from head to toe. All his nerves were focused solely on his lower abdomen, on the way Lisbeth’s insides hungrily welcomed him. Dion bit Lisbeth’s earlobe and licked the rim of her ear. The ticklish sensation mixed with pleasure, making Lisbeth shake her head from side to side. Dion bit down on her neck, leaving his mark.

“Hoo, ugh, Miss….”

“Ah, Dion, ahh!”

When pleasure overwhelmed his entire body, Dion couldn’t help but call Lisbeth ‘Miss’. He couldn’t stop. She would always be his Miss, no matter how many times she told him to call her Beth. He couldn’t help but realize, again and again, that his place was to serve her. And that realization alone made him tremble. The fact that Miss was his Miss made him so happy it was almost unbearable.

Panting, Dion suddenly held his breath and began to thrust into Lisbeth’s core with wild abandon. Wet, noisy slaps filled the room. Lost in the pleasure exploding inside her, Lisbeth dug her nails into Dion’s back. On top of the scar that spelled ‘traitor’, Lisbeth’s nail marks overlapped.

“Ugh…!”

“Ah, ahh!”

It was then that they both reached their peak at the same time. Dion, pouring his seed deep inside Lisbeth’s belly, shuddered and hugged her tightly. Like a beast growling, Dion’s arms tightened around her. As she was squeezed breathless and pleasure washed over her, Lisbeth’s vision turned white. Perhaps he held her too tightly—tiny drops of blood welled up on his back where her nails had dug in.

Dion, still releasing inside her, moved his hips gently, using the overflowing fluid as lubricant. As another wave of stimulation hit Lisbeth’s trembling, climaxing inner walls, she whimpered and clung even tighter to Dion.

And for a long while, the two simply held each other. Then, Dion slowly withdrew, and Lisbeth’s body trembled. As Dion’s member slipped out, pale, cloudy fluid leaked from Lisbeth’s parted entrance, staining the bed with a dark mark.

Their faces, flushed with pleasure, gazed at each other. The sight of each other, sweaty and breathless, was unbearably lovely. They kissed again and again, savoring the lingering heat. Even after just finishing, Dion’s member shamelessly hardened again, tapping against Lisbeth’s entrance. Lisbeth giggled and asked,

“Was it not enough, Dion?”

“Just looking at you, Beth, I’m always excited. I can’t help it.”

“Mm, honestly, me too, mm….”

Lisbeth blushed but confessed honestly. 

I still want to do more with you, Dion… 

Hearing that, Dion smiled and kissed Lisbeth’s flushed cheek.

“Then, one more time….”

Just as they were about to change positions,

“Daddy, where did you go….”

Their eyes widened. The two quickly separated as if they had never been embracing. Lisbeth wrapped herself in the blanket and gestured to Dion.

“H-hurry, fix your clothes and go out.”