Side Story 6

As the pleasure that seemed to burn through her whole body swept over and passed, Lisbeth’s strength drained away, and she slumped down limply. Dion withdrew his hand from Lisbeth’s twitching entrance and sat between her legs on the sofa. Staring at Lisbeth, panting with a completely undone expression, he licked his hand, wet with her fluids. The thick, lewd scent seemed to make his head spin once again.

With his still-wet hand, he began to circle Lisbeth’s er*ect n*pple. Then he grabbed it and gave it a gentle tug. Lisbeth let out a moan and whimpered. Dion played with her n*pple as if teasing her and asked,

“Did you feel a lot, Beth?”

“Mm… hng, but Dion….”

Lisbeth’s gaze went to between Dion’s legs. His member, so dark red it looked almost bruised, with veins standing out, was slowly leaking clear fluid.

“Dion, you… not at all….”

“Don’t worry about me.”

He gripped his fully er*ect length with one hand and slowly stroked it. Covering the tip with his fist and then sliding down the shaft, he felt a tingling sensation in his perineum. Just looking at Lisbeth, who was openly displaying her wanton figure before his eyes, made him feel close to the edge. He lifted Lisbeth’s legs, which were draped over the sofa, and placed them on his shoulders, then brought his member to her entrance. Rubbing the flushed head against her, he asked,

“I might be a bit rough, Miss. Will you be alright?”

“If it’s you, Dion, mm, anything is fine… ah…!”

Before she could even finish speaking, Dion pushed the head of his member, big as a baby’s fist, into her entrance. As Dion’s slightly curved length scraped along her inner walls, Lisbeth trembled all over. With their lower bodies joined, Dion slowly pulled back his hips and then thrust in hard. Thud! The sound rang out fiercely. The force of it pushed Lisbeth’s body up a little. Dion held her legs tightly and once again slowly withdrew, only to drive in hard again.

The alternating sensation of him pulling out so teasingly and then slamming deep inside with almost cruel force made Lisbeth feel as if her mind was in chaos. When he pulled out, she grew desperate, but when he plunged into her depths, she found it hard to breathe, over and over again.

“Dio, Dion, hng, uh, Dion, ah, ahhk, hup!”

She could only repeat Dion’s name like a fool. Tears mixed in between her words—it couldn’t be helped. Rather than pain or sadness, it was the frustration of not being able to handle the ever-growing pleasure that made her cry.

Dion, feeling the ache building in his lower abdomen, slowly pulled out his member. Leaving his length slick and shiny with her fluids, he lowered his head to Lisbeth’s entrance once more. Surprised by the unexpected move, Lisbeth tried to sit up, but Dion’s hand pressed firmly on her stomach, making her lie back down.

“Hng? Ah! Dion, ahhk, aahh!”

The pleasure that had gathered inside her belly spread through her whole body like gentle waves. Her entrance, already stimulated by his member, now trembled under the soft caress of his lips and tongue. Just as she was about to reach the peak again, Dion rose up. Lisbeth, struggling with the incomplete pleasure, let tears fall. As she asked, “Why, why,” instead of answering, Dion gently lifted her body and made her lie facedown on the sofa. With her hands gripping the backrest, one knee on the sofa, and her hips pushed back, Lisbeth was positioned as Dion moved in close behind her.

He grabbed her hips and thrust into her again. The wet, slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh grew faster. Lisbeth was helplessly shaken beneath him. To keep from collapsing under his forceful thrusts, she had to grip the sofa back tightly.

“Hng, hng! Aaht, ah, ugh, Di, on, ahh!”

She lost her grip for just a moment. As she was about to collapse face-first into the sofa, Dion’s hand caught and supported her. He twisted her body slightly so she could slump onto the seat. Shivering, Lisbeth grabbed whatever was in front of her and hugged it tightly. It happened to be a small cushion decorating the sofa. Seeing her clinging to the sofa, Dion picked up the pace.

His thrusts from behind stirred up her insides. Lisbeth pressed her face into the cushion, squashing it. With every thrust, her ample chest bounced in time. Dion, panting with short breaths, leaned over her from behind and wrapped his arms around her. Both hands gripped her br*asts tightly, almost squeezing them. Like a beast in heat, the two panted together. Deep grooves formed on Dion’s hips, and his jaw was clenched with tension.

“Dion, ah, ugh, haaang! Dion, Dion!”

“Hoo, Miss, ugh….”

Dion bit back curses inside. The way Lisbeth’s body, nearing climax again, gripped and squeezed his length made his head reel. If he died like this, he felt he could accept it. It was as if someone kept pounding his lower belly. Ah, Miss. Dion bared his teeth at the nape of Lisbeth’s neck. Leaving his marks on her neck, he thrust into her even more roughly.

“Don’t, no, ah! Dion, ahh!”

“It’s all right, hup, Miss, ahh…!”

Lisbeth’s vision flashed and flickered. Her hands fumbled frantically in front of her, and Dion’s hand came to cover hers, lacing their fingers together. Then Dion pressed his lower body even closer to Lisbeth’s. From behind, a sound like a beast’s groan was heard. Lisbeth’s hands and feet trembled. The moment she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, clear fluid overflowed and ran down her thighs.

And Dion’s body shuddered. The movement of a male trying to spread his seed deeper inside was fierce. Pinned under Dion’s weight, Lisbeth gasped for breath. Surely, his seed was now spreading inside her belly. The thought made her body tremble. And she realized, right away, that she wanted even more.

Lisbeth reached a hand between her legs. She traced the place where they were joined with her fingertips.

“Ugh… Miss.”

“Dion, huu… a little more. Please?”

Her slender fingers kept playing around their joined place, then reached a bit further back. Grabbing his slackened sac, she gave it a gentle squeeze, and Dion’s breath grew ragged. Lisbeth rolled it in her hand and wiggled her hips.

“Dion, you’re not going to end it like this, are you?”

“Haah, really….”

Dion sat up abruptly. He pulled his length, which had stayed inside Lisbeth until now, out of her. As the long shaft slipped out, Lisbeth shivered. Before she could say or think anything, Dion grabbed her and lifted her up. He sat back fully on the sofa and pulled Lisbeth onto his lap. In the meantime, his member, already regaining its strength, pressed insistently against her bottom.