Chapter 31
His words rang true as she unmistakably felt a sensation of almost fainting from below.
“Uh… Ahh… Ahh….”
Sarin firmly grasped her roots. Owen, holding onto her wrist, refused to let go, lifting her upper body halfway as he fully engulfed her vagina. As the bent part went in completely, a distant sigh escaped his lips first.
“Haa.”
With only one hand touching the ground, his body partially turned, gracefully supporting himself. It was an image of acceptance, one hand resting on the ground while the other arm remained crossed to hold her in place. The movements were so satisfying. The pulsating pressure gripping him tightly inside, along with the widened small opening, were beautiful.
“Wait… Please…”
Even though there was nowhere else for her to go, Sarin pleaded desperately as Owen lightly moved her lower body, the sound of her voice breaking.
“Your breasts look great from here. Huh? You’re standing up like a d**k without even sucking it.”
Squelch!
Crossing his arms to hold her wrists, he moved his hips.
With her upper body lifted, Sarin accepted Owen from behind. Her neck bent, brushing against his chest. With her lower body tightly squeezed, it wasn’t easy to move. As he withdrew halfway, she urgently shook her head.
Thud!
“Uhh… Ah, ah, huh…!”
Plop! Plop! Squelch!
The semen, momentarily dry from the pain, had now coated his c**k thoroughly. The once stiff inside now wrapped around him as if it would melt him away.
Every time Owen moved, he saw Sarin’s breasts sway. Half protruding through the bra, her fully erect nipples moved in sync with his thrusts.
“How can it be this narrow? Miss Sarin, everything about you is so small.”
The hole was so small and tight that it barely accommodated him.
With one corner of his mouth raised, Owen leaned in close to Sarin’s ear, whispering softly. When his tongue playfully teased the inside of her ear hole, she flinched. Suddenly, the sound of wetness stuck to her ear.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
The bent part inside stabbed relentlessly. Bent to match his shape, it stimulated the climax. With the relentless penetration and withdrawal of his massive body, Sarin screamed silently. Saliva dripped from her mouth as his thrusts continued relentlessly, tearing her apart.
Her mind rang hollow. Physiological tears flowed down her cheeks, whitening them.
It felt like all her senses had flown away.
“Oh… Owen.”
When Owen reached his climax from behind, he roughly withdrew his penis. Sarin’s body collapsed weakly forward, enveloped by the soft fur. Owen turned her flipped body to face him.
He silently watched tears flowing incessantly down her tail. Holding one leg up and thrusting his c**k into the still open hole, not missing a single detail down to the parting lips, he gazed intently. Owen was caught in Sarin’s blurred vision.
“Please…”
“I wanted to see you cry.”
A face crying with his c**k in her mouth. The sense of impending climax overwhelmed him. It felt like rain falling on a cloudy sky.
As he thrust slowly, ensuring her vagina was stretched to the limit, Sarin begged repeatedly. Instinctively, she wanted him to thrust harder, even more forcefully than before.
“Uhh…”
With another deep thrust, he buried himself deeply again. He lifted her ankles high, draping them over his shoulders. His arms found their place beside her shoulders. As he thrust deeply, his c**k pushed firmly into her vag**a.
She couldn’t escape Owen’s gaze, which was so close it was almost touching her nose. Sarin cried like a child. Whenever Owen turned his head, he held her chin to make her look at him.
Excitement and passion mingled, swirling around the room with his golden eyes, furrowed brow, and occasional deep groans.
It felt like something snapping in her mind.
As she felt herself swell deep inside, Sarin covered her mouth with her own hand and sobbed.
“Ah…!”
With the bent part piercing her, it remained firmly thrust. Her body moved like a doll with each vigorous shake of his hips. And soon, the swollen thing burst inside her.
Feeling something pouring inside her, Sarin held her breath.
“Ah, ah, ah…”
Clearing her hands away, Owen’s lips found hers. Desperately searching for her dry, cracked lips, he forcefully inserted his tongue, sucking greedily. Pushing her shoulders away did nothing.
His tongue sucked so hard it hurt. It stole Sarin’s saliva as it swept through her mouth.
Slurp. Slurp.
Owen’s still firm penis surged up through the sticky mess below.
Liquid, not her own, trickled hotly between her buttocks. Sensing what Owen’s climax meant as his lips parted, Sarin watched as tears flowed continuously down her tail. As he lifted her body, a large chunk of something definitely flowed more assuredly down below.
Fingers entered below.
The sensation of the ringed finger scraping below was vivid.
“Stop… Why…?”
She wanted to ask why he did such a thing. With legs spread wide, Owen teased the hole. With each insertion of his fingers, the sound of splashing water made Sarin’s face flush. The slippery, raw smell of his semen, mixed with what he once thought was pretty, emitted a subtle fragrance.
He withdrew his fingers.
“Miss Lee Sarin.”
Sarin, dizzy, closed her eyes and then lifted her eyelids at Owen’s voice.
He was staring at that trembling butterfly-like thing. Feeling like it was over, she rushed to put on her clothes, gritting her teeth and holding her sore waist.
“Suck it.”
“No…”
“I told you I’d teach you how to suck.”
Sarin’s pupils shook at his request to suck him again after already having sucked. Making such a mess somehow made her feel better. Owen liked the face that seemed to be ruined because of him.
His penis, engorged and still boasting its volume, twitched in front of Sarin.
“That’s…”
“Why? Don’t want to suck because it’s covered with fluid?”
Owen asked with a gentle face. His soft, affectionate voice had an irresistible power. Sarin knew that at times like this, he became even more cruel to an almost unbearable degree. He was a man who didn’t flinch even when hitting Pavel.
“Ask.”
Touching her cheek with a loving face, he said.
Standing up, Sarin sat down to hold his penis so she could suck it well.
There was a blob of semen that hadn’t come out at the tip. Hesitating with her swollen lips in front of it. A bitter and strong scent hit her nose.
“Should I suck below again? Then maybe you’ll remember?
How should you suck?”
Sarin panicked. Owen pushed his tip between her open lips. She involuntarily took his glans into her mouth.
“Suck like you’re breastfeeding.”
She pursed her lips. Squeezing her eyes shut and sucking hard, the semen that had accumulated at the tip came out. Her mouth was filled with it. The scent of the strong male overwhelmed her mind, making it hard to breathe.
“Uhh, slurp. Uh.”
Slurp. Suck. Suck. Squeak.
The sound resembled that of sucking on candy. Owen’s hand gently played with the ends of Sarin’s hair. Then, as if displeased with her closed eyes, he lightly brushed his fingernails against the folded eyelids. Just the touch made Sarin’s mouth open wide.
Just after climaxing, the sensitive glans throbbed.
Her face, which looked like it could crumble at any moment. Tears formed at the ends of her eyelashes and began to trickle down again.
“Don’t stand it up like that,” Owen said softly.
While his fingers pressed mercilessly on the back of her neck and under her tongue, the way his hand explored her face felt strangely affectionate, leaving her unable to focus. She felt scared, as if she were being enchanted by some wicked presence.
Could sex like this end in just one session? An unsettling feeling that this might be just the beginning crept in, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak. Owen’s penis still filled her completely. When she opened her eyes, she met his glaring gaze. The thick, sticky desire lurking beneath his gaze was palpable.
“It feels like rice,” he said.
The second climax came quickly, facing the transparent gaze illuminating him. His still moist eyes clearly showed what expression he was making now. His desire’s unfiltered face revealed an insatiable greed. Seeing her own face, so nakedly revealing her desire, Owen furrowed his brow for a moment.
Restraining Sarin’s movement by gently grabbing her hair, Owen asked in a soothing voice, “Even though it’s a complete mess, Miss Lee Sarin’s face is just my type, you know.”
“Ugh…”
Deep in her throat, a feeling like a needle pierced. Almost simultaneously, something hot burst beyond her tonsils.
Squelch, squelch.
Something bitter poured down her throat. As soon as Owen let go of Sarin’s hand, she turned her head to the side and coughed.
“Spit it out.”
It was already too late. Sarin wiped her lips with her hand as she looked up at Owen. Unwiped white mucus remained, tracing her handprint from the corner of her mouth to her cheek.
“…Was that intentional? Intentionally in the mouth…”
Her mouth stuck together. With a face of disbelief at the taste she had never experienced before, Sarin wiped her lips several times. Owen lifted her chin and pressed his lips against hers.
“Ugh…”
His tongue once again explored her raw and unfiltered mouth.
