DM Chapter 30
The hand gripping her hair didn’t let go, holding it like a leash, as if fearing she might escape any moment. With his other hand, he skimmed the top of the pole and held it upright, bringing his balls to her mouth.
A dangerous scent filled the air. The thick scent of his body made her dizzy. Then suddenly, as she thought about why she was here, looking at this, Sarin’s tongue slipped out of her mouth. She had to forget everything that happened the next day.
If there was any way to escape from this situation other than alcohol, it was through this man.
She wanted to run away, just for a moment, from the harsh reality she couldn’t bear.
Her tongue licked his balls. The texture of the wrinkles felt unfamiliar. His penis was smooth, without a single bump. The area around his balls was clean enough that she wondered if it was supposed to be this way. She pressed her lips against it, pushed it into her mouth, and licked it with her tongue. Saliva trickled down her mouth. Shee looked up without realizing it, and the eyes of a man looking down through his pillars twinkled.
“Very messy.”
He let go of Sarin, who was still unable to hold his cock in her mouth.
Clearing his throat, Owen shifted his hand to the side. Owen leaned down. She wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and flipped over. When she tried to regain composure and pushed her hands forward, the buckle of the pants came undone, and her underwear slid down below her knees.
The still-cool air penetrated between her legs.
“This is how you do it.”
Beyond his nonchalant words, she knew what was coming. Startled, she tried to turn away, but Owen pressed down hard on the center of her back.
“Hmph, ah, not yet; wait, ah…!”
Something easily reached between her widely spread thighs.
It was definitely a man’s hair tickling her ass and a face poking through the crack.
“Ah! Uh….”
Sarin arched her upper body as he pressed. Of her own accord, she lifted her hips high and felt Owen’s breath and tongue sucking on her behind.
Chug. Tsk. Tsk.
The squelchy sounds and the obscene acts happening in a place she couldn’t see made her ears feel dirty.
Her hips jerked, her fists clenched in the soft fur. As her hole closes, she swallows his pointed tongue along with it.
“Where did you get wet, seriously? You’re already soaking wet even before I started sucking you.”
The voice, sounding delighted, only added to her embarrassment. Unable to see Owen’s face, she buried her face in the soft fur, whimpering.
“Were you looking forward to this all along? I knew you were a bit wet in the car.”
“No… Huk… Ah….”
“I asked where you got wet like this, didn’t I?”
A shiver ran down her spine at the sensation of lips moving on the outside of her hole. It was obvious he was purposely asking the question against her wet hole. When she didn’t answer, his finger plunged deep into the hole.
“Suck!”
Squeak. Dip. Squeak. Dip.
She couldn’t refute Owen’s words. The sound of water splashing from the fingers poking downward was real.
“Oh, please. Oh…. Do it with the other, the other hand. Please….”
She knew what the deeply inserted finger was. The ring that had always been on his index finger was caught at the entrance of her vagina. She pleaded for him to use a different finger, feeling the temperature of the metal transfer to her.
He was a man who wouldn’t stop, even if she asked him to. Her stomach clenched at the thought of the ring he’d twirled on his finger each time, now inside her.
The gaze that observes the inside of the vagina, with the anus being relentlessly probed messily and fingers gripping tightly, felt uncomfortable. Her knees kept losing strength. He poked and prodded at intimate places she hadn’t seen with her own eyes.
“Your pussy is a lascivious color. Look at how it’s puffed up like a beast.”
When his third finger thrust inside, she silently opened her mouth. Owen’s tongue traced along her valley for a long and provocative moment, describing her unshaved lower part as a beast’s turf.
The pulsating red flesh inside that turf seemed to appeal to his desires.
“Hu….”
Squelch. Squelch.
His thick fingers stretched the hole to its limit.
As he entered slowly, each short thrust made Sarin’s waist tremble. She could almost feel Owen’s hand pressing down on one of her waists. A beautiful and intoxicating smell is coming from down below.
For a moment, he withdrew all his fingers and deeply buried his lips in the opening.
The gaping hole slowly closed, dripping with wetness. It was honest, unlike the mouth that said it didn’t like being wet. Owen willingly accepted this small and pretty creature, choosing him over alcohol.
He was ready to do as he wished, but she wanted it too. So, carefully peeling off the layers she tried to hide, Owen swallowed this small and lovely creature shivering in front of him, reaching for alcohol with trembling hands.
“Even dogs don’t whine like this.”
Pulling away with a wet face, Owen spoke in a slow and deliberate tone.
She lay on her stomach like a dog, and when he removed his mouth, the long, slimy threads soon sagged to the floor. A long, long drip of mushy juice dripped from the inside, soaking the fur.
When Owen straightened his hunched upper body and removed his hand from Sarin’s waist, she collapsed forward. Barely holding on, her kneeling position crumbled, and she gasped heavily as if someone had just finished a passionate encounter.
Owen slowly discarded the remaining pieces of his clothes. Even at the slightest sound of clothes falling, her dry back twitches so pitifully that he can see her spine.
“You shouldn’t get tired so quickly. Get your ass up higher.”
Licking the remnants on his lips, Owen spoke in a cold voice. The flames of the crimson fireplace flickered above Sarin’s black hair.
“Ah.”
When he firmly grabbed one of her butt cheeks, Sarin let out a moan.
The roughness of his hands on her body and the clarity of his touch were maddeningly unfamiliar. If this was what intimacy meant, it was frightening. Drenched deep inside her thighs, the air touching them made them even more sensitive.
Barely balancing on her two hands, she raised her waist. She had to, or he’d do whatever he wanted to her body, worse and more viciously. A sense of shame overwhelmed her once again. She was grateful that Owen couldn’t see her face; the embarrassment was that intense.
The hand still holding one buttock gently rubbed it as if it had done a good job.
Slowly, from the buttocks to the sunken spine, he moved his fingers. The goosebumps that rose up around the flesh and the way the muscles tensed and tightened were beautiful, just like the owner of this frail body.
“There’s not an ugly spot.”
From the buttocks to the back of the neck and the round nape, Owen found her even more appealing when stripped bare. The thought of just taking her like this crossed his mind—tying her up here, leaving her forever waiting and watching. It lingered in his mind.
“Don’t… don’t say that.”
Sarin lowered her head deeply. The compliment felt like mockery. Her face was nothing more than ordinary and weary from life. Even during her school days, she used to hide her face due to her peculiar eyes or keep her hair long. It was all to conceal her face.
The explicit words from the man ironically made Sarin feel small, just like back then.
“Why?”
The sensation of his grip on her nape is intense.
Her pulse raced in Owen’s grip. The giant shadow loomed over her, a presence that hadn’t been felt due to the sensitivity under his touch. The light from the fireplace showed his own shadow on the floor, which was larger and more imposing.
“hmm.”
A horrifyingly large penis was pressed between her buttocks. As Sarin dropped her head between her chests, the glans, hideously pushing up to her navel, became visible. Unconsciously attempting to move forward, Owen firmly pressed against her nape.
“Why act scared now? You knew it would hurt anyway.”
Gently dabbing where she had been crushed, the hand that went down again held her pelvis firmly.
The pole rubbed against her pussy.
Sliding from the hole and grazing the clitoris, a whimpering moan emerged. Her bottom tingled, like she needed to pee. The harder she tried to avoid it, the tighter her thighs squeezed his cock, causing a pleasurable sound to escape Owen’s mouth.
“Huh, ha ha. Oh yes…”
He rubbed hard, his urethral orifice nibbling hungrily at the tiny sliver of flesh. It was hot down there.
As the glans, slipping backward, accidentally nudged and stirred the flesh around the hole, she instinctively raised her face again, burying it into the fur as if trying to hide.
The pressure was so intense that she could hardly breathe, and the sharp sound of her breathing, with her lips parted, was vivid.
“Ah, ah…. No….”
She thought a cruel man had thrust his fist in. Sarin reached back as if to stop the man, but he grabbed her wrist.
“Why? Do you want to touch it? Want to see how well it fits inside?”
“No, ah, hmmm.”
He tugged, and the bonds deepened a little more. Sarin’s back arched, as if struck by lightning. Without hesitation, Owen pulled her hand, bringing it under her anus. It felt like it was tearing apart as it widened to the limit. However, as her hand touched the pole, Sarin let out a cry.
“Take, take it out. Huk…”
“Just bend a bit. You’re doing a good job.”
“Pull… hhh…. It’s tearing. It’s tearing.”
“But you came all the way here because you wanted to get fucked like crazy, didn’t you? Didn’t you want to get fucked like crazy and pass out?”
She thought about the size of the man she had seen. It was unbelievable. It felt like a fist pushing in. Cock about the size of her wrist, tearing her insides. The pressure intensified with each penetration.
She couldn’t think of anything.
