Chapter 2.6

Suppressing her thundering heart, Richel squinted. The hair scattered across the nape of his neck was dark. With no light, it was hard to see, but it seemed deep and black—like the night sky….

“So that’s why you couldn’t focus.”

With a low voice, darkness covered her vision again. The man had placed his hand over Richel’s eyes.

“L-Let go…!”

“No.”

He moved his hips firmly, as if warning her. Richel trembled as though pierced from within.

Still covering her eyes, he kept thrusting. Wet, slapping sounds echoed as he moved relentlessly. Richel shook her head and tried to push his hand away, but he didn’t budge.

The man grabbed Richel’s chin and bit her lips. Forcing her mouth open, he slipped his tongue inside.

“Mm, mmph…!”

He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth while moving below. He rammed and stirred mercilessly between her legs. Her tight core was pressed hard from within.

His tongue, just as hot as his lower body, ran wild. That aggressive flesh scraped her soft mouth, twisting and claiming every last bit of moisture.

“Nnngh!”

Thwack! With a strong thrust, his tongue reached her throat. As he pounded into her below, he invaded her mouth with his tongue. When his shaft pulled out, his tongue went in. When his tongue finally withdrew, his burning length slammed in again.

With her legs spread wide, Richel was pierced from both ends. A strained sound escaped her blocked throat. She writhed and dug her nails into his arm. Long red marks remained on his strong skin.

When her breath caught at her throat and her mind began to blur, something slick and heavy slipped out. He bit down on Richel’s tongue and sucked hard. Their mouths locked deeply, forcing Richel’s head to tilt back. The sharp pull at the root of her tongue sent a tingling sensation downward. In response, something buried deep inside her twitched.

“You really do like it better when I use my mouth, huh?”

The man chuckled and kissed the top of Richel’s head. Still struggling to catch her breath, Richel tried to pry his fingers off.

“Still not thinking straight, are you?”

Squish!

“Ah…!”

“I told you, didn’t I? It’s cute when you try to be clever, but peeking is against the rules.”

He drove into her lower body with a heavy thrust, speaking in a lazy murmur.

“I already gave you all the hints. Figure it out yourself.”

Each time he moved, Richel’s body shook uncontrollably. His thighs slapped against her, striking her rear with rhythmic smacks.

“Ahh! Ah, nn…! Ngh, ahh!”

“Ugh, damn. I’m about to…”

As the man groaned, Richel panicked and twisted her body.

“Ugh, stop squeezing so much. I’ll let it overflow, don’t worry.”

“No, don’t, please….”

He slid his arm behind Richel’s neck. One hand covered her eyes while the other held her head tightly as he continued moving. Richel moaned, trying to push his arm away. Twisting her hips, her parted thighs moved, but all that accomplished was rubbing her body against his stomach—something she didn’t even realize.

With a low exhale, the man picked up the pace. The long act had left her so sensitive that her body clung to him tightly. The movement of her insides didn’t match her intent, making him chuckle.

“W-Wait, ngh, just… please, stop…!”

Without a word, he thrust deep inside. His hips slapped against her as his body rocked forward. Her chest felt like it would burst from anxiety, but the overwhelming pleasure clouded her thoughts. Conflicting emotions left Richel unable to grasp anything clearly.

“Ahh, nngh, ngh, ah…!”

He increased his speed, plunging deep into her. The powerful motion of his body grew stronger. The sensation of something long and thick reaching into her made her back arch from the strain. Richel shook violently and cried out.

“No, please…! Stop, please…!”

The man groaned and drove into her deeply. As his release poured out, his firm thighs pressed against her. He leaned forward, grinding against her inner walls. His taut abdomen twitched with exertion.

With a heavy breath, he withdrew slightly before thrusting again. The impact made Richel tremble, her limbs frozen.

Thud, thud, thud. A few more quick, firm thrusts followed. Her body, still tightened, released more fluid, soaking her lower half again.

“…Haah.”

With a low groan, he twisted his hips slowly. Buried deep inside, he stirred her thoroughly. He gave a few short jerks, squeezing out every last bit of his release. Each time he moved, a thin stream trickled out.

As he savored the afterglow, he finally pulled back. Her inner muscles clung tightly, dragging along with him. Slowly, the heat left her, and when he withdrew, the mess clung to her abdomen. Richel’s limp legs gave a faint tremble.

He held the base of his length, still firm and thick, and grabbed her thigh. Without pause, he pressed a few fingers into the soaked entrance.

“Nnngh…”

“Stay still.”

His curved fingers swirled inside her, scraping against the sensitive walls. With one sweep, they drew out a rush of liquid.

Richel, breathing slowly, heard his satisfied laugh. Though his hand moved away from her eyes, she couldn’t move.

She’d not only been with another man—she had taken in everything he gave her.

“……”

A tightness rose in her throat, and Richel closed her eyes. The corners of her eyes burned. Curling up on her side, she brought her knees in close. A soft sniffle escaped.

A large hand touched her cheek. Richel feebly tried to swat it away, but he persistently brushed her tears.

“Don’t touch me.”

Her voice cracked. She curled up again. The man grabbed her shoulder once more.

“Enough! You got what you wanted…!”

Her vision spun. Cream-colored hair floated down onto the sheets. Richel blinked. She was on all fours on the bed, like an animal.

A large shadow loomed on the wall. A warm hand reached for her thigh.

“What are you… Ah!”

Her hips were yanked up. His thighs pressed against her rear.

“L-Let go…!”

He rubbed against her while kneading her slender waist. Richel flailed her arms backward, trying to push him away. His hands came up and grasped her chest firmly.

“After all that crying and moaning, you’re going to act like this?”

“No, no…”

“You’ll like it if I move again.”

He whispered near her ear while fondling her chest. His fingers alternated between firm squeezes and soft rubs, pressing her sensitive peaks. Richel’s eyes grew wet again.

His hand slid down her stomach. Scratching lightly at her navel, he trailed lower, finally settling between her legs.

A slick sound echoed. His fingers moved along the parted folds, then slipped in. Her overstimulated body responded, clenching gently.

“Nnngh, please, stop…!”

“If you want me to stop, pay up. I’ll give you a discount since I already finished once.”

“What are you even—ah…!”

His fingers dove deep. Richel gripped the sheets tighter.

“If you can’t pay, then keep quiet and take it.”

His fingers, rough now, pulled out. Her legs shook and gave out, and smack! his palm landed hard against her rear.

“Knees up. If you lose position, we start from the beginning.”

Still on her stomach, Richel let out a trembling breath. Through the curtain of hair that spilled forward, she saw his shadow cast on the wall.

Smack! Another sharp slap landed. Her body shook, fluids dripping from her again.

“Making a mess. Maybe you like getting hit.”

Richel shook her head. Being spanked like an animal was unbearable.

“Want to start over? Should I cover your eyes again?”

“No, no! Please, please….”

“Then hold your position.”

Sobbing quietly, Richel shakily raised her knees and got back into position. Her pale, marked rear trembled.

“Spread your legs.”

Her wobbly legs parted slightly. The man gathered his fingers and gave her a soft pat. Richel’s body flinched, releasing another trail of fluid. The man groaned softly.

“Too cute to handle.”

He leaned over her back. The two shadows on the wall merged into one. Guiding his arousal to her entrance, he pressed forward.

Her body welcomed him once again, still sticky and tight. Her hips and waist trembled as he grabbed her rear and entered deeply.

“Haah…!”

Richel buried her face in the sheets, her body jolting. Her rear tightened suddenly, clenching around him. A fresh rush spilled from her.

“Damn, did you finish already? Huh?”

Growling, the man grabbed her waist and pulled her back against him. Thud! His hips slammed into her, reaching her deepest point.

“Ahh…! W-Wait…!”

“What?”

“Ah, hh… just now, I just….”

“You can cum again.”

Zzeup. The man pulled out, then pulled Richel’s hips back again. Squelch! The entrance was penetrated once more.