Chapter 35
“I… I prefer it when there’s a bit more fluid involved.”
Until now, he didn’t even know his preferences, but he already had them.
“You, you’re really low. If I ever have a child…”
”Should I run away like my sister?”
As she lay there, turning her head to the side, tears welled up in Sarin’s eyes. Owen stared at the tears pooling on the marble for a while.
“That won’t happen. It’s been a long time since I had surgery to be different from anyone else.”
The first thing Owen did when he came to Russia after leaving behind the filthy traces of his bloodline was to rid himself of the coarse dirtiness. He obsessed over his body like a hermit.
“Ugh.”
“I should have just cut off Pavel’s dick. At least I thought you’d keep one promise.”
When Nikolai asked him to come into his territory, sowing seeds and spreading his wings, Owen should have just cut it off, whatever it was. Sarin, taken aback, blinked her wet eyes. The tears that had been pooling flowed back onto the marble.
“If only we hadn’t met like this.”
Owen’s laughter twisted. Coincidentally, her gray eyes reflected in his. She couldn’t take it anymore. The patience ring Nikolai gave him had served its purpose.
His lips covered Sarin’s eyelids.
She gasped under the weight of the man pressing against her body. Then her body stiffened at the touch of his hot tongue on her eyelids. Tears trapped in her eyelashes were wiped away. And just as Sarin blinked, scared of what might happen next, his tongue licked her eyeballs.
“Suck!”
Time seemed to freeze.
Her toes curled. The sensation that prickled up her spine might or might not be digestible, a mixture of fear and unfamiliarity, and an inexplicable excitement made Sarin burst out in what sounded like a sob. Unable to possess what she desired the most and with only the taste of tears on her tongue, she couldn’t calm her trembling body, even as the beast slowly withdrew his lips.
“More than I thought.”
The taste of tears mingled with his saliva was sweet. Owen’s words, spoken as if chewing, weighed heavily.
“Why… why are you doing this to me?”
No more tears came out. She was suddenly afraid he would repeat the same action.
“To ask that now, when you’re wet.”
Fingers groped at the folds of her anus, and further inward, they touched around her wet hole. She moaned lowly at the hard feel of it spreading her swollen bottom and entering.
Tsk. Chirp. Squeak.
“Mmmm….”
“You like being fucked senseless,” he said, “and I could tell you definitely liked it.”
It wasn’t like when she was drunk and dazed, watching the world spin around her. The pleasure is forced, and then it’s gone. It was terrifying to feel like a beast, falling endlessly, down, down, down, only wanting his penis.
This was a different addiction.
Sarin clamped a hand over his mouth.
“No….”
“You can’t be an alcoholic if you’re going to raise a child, can you?”
The lining of her vagina tightened. Owen snapped his fingers and gave a slow laugh. He knows why Sarin stopped drinking.
“Put it in me, please.”
The muffled, sobbing voice pulls hard on his lower belly. He pulls his fingers out and slides his glans, dripping with pre-cum, right into Sarin’s tight hole.
He shifts his hips and his feet barely find their footing under the table. He grabbed one leg and put it on his shoulder, and her body half turned to the side.
“If you’re going to beg like that, you should at least look at me, and cry.”
Resentful, cloudy eyes turned to her. Owen let out a series of growls and thrust roughly inside.
Puck!
Her upper body flopped like a small bird on a skewer. The red hollows of her parted lips were so pretty he wanted to crush them with something. Tears fell steadily from the cloudy eyes he’d licked, and Owen’s voice grew ragged as his c**k tightened beneath him until it threatened to burst.
“Ms. Catherine.”
“Hmph….”
“I’ve got her now, and all the hands you’ve got have been turned over, haven’t they?”
With a sobbing face, Sarin nodded. Rough breaths burst from his mouth as he clenches and sucks on his cock. He stared down at Sarin, his face expressionless, though somehow angry. He watched her squirm beneath him. Her hand slides over his flat stomach and lifts his shirt to cupping his shirtless chest.
The roughness of the bandage stung his already sensitive chest.
“You’ve got nowhere to go, poor thing, and your passport won’t do you any good.”
The only thing Sarin had was now in his hands. His voice is honey-sweet as he thrust downward with all the fury he can muster.
“You’re too deep… ah, stop. Your posture, ah…. Heh….”
“Do you want me to take it back?”
Thud.
Sarin cried out as he drove her upper body deep into him, her legs torn to the limit. She tried to turn her head away, but Owen’s hand, right beside her, grabbed her chin and pinned it. Through her blurred vision, she could only see the hot gaze staring back at her.
“Tell me to take it back, okay?”
He demanded, as if it were the first time he’d forced her to take the Dogwalker job. Sarin shook her head faintly. His testicles reached deep within her. There was no corner to run to. The table was slippery with a fluid he didn’t recognize.
“Aah!”
He sucked greedily at Sarin’s exposed breasts, his c**k still embedded in them. He circled them with his fingers, scratched them, bit them with his teeth, grazed the fabric, and didn’t even bother with a bra.
As Owen sucked furiously on her tender, swollen breasts, the inside of the hole that was eating him grew taut. Tight, all the way to the root, Owen’s seed inside her, and she clenches her pussy like she wants to eat his fluid.
“You want my fluid that bad? You’re so f**king desperate for it.”
One of Owen’s eyes narrowed. A surge of ejaculate pulsed through him and he pressed it down, grinding his gums together. His gnashing of teeth left a circular mark on Sarin’s chest.
“It hurts, it hurts.”
Her nipple swells, slick with saliva, and he licks his tongue around it, burying his nose in the scent of Sarin’s flesh. Her voluptuous breasts smelled like that same body wash. She will not let him smell her, from head to toe, down to the inside of her hole.
His bandaged hand was once again bleeding, but no one cared.
Poof.
Owen’s hips jerked wildly as he lifted his head and took Sarin’s sobbing lips into his mouth, sucking on them. His hooked c**k scraped against the narrow opening. It bends and thrusts inside at will, slamming into the deepest pools of pre-ejaculation that her tiny fingers can’t reach.
“It’s okay,” I say, “your hole is stretched nicely, so it hasn’t torn yet.”
With a sharp laugh, Owen slams his c**k deep into Sarin’s pussy, trapping her in his two hands as he ejaculates.
Wetting the inside with his fluid made it easier to slide in and out. As he continued to move his hips, not withdrawing his c**k, which was still hard after ejaculation, Sarin sobbed, distracted by the hot fluid running through her anus.
“Walk, every time. I’ll make you ejaculate.”
So that wherever she went, she could follow his trail and know.
His mind reeled with visions of something strange. Owen was very fond of this warm little body. Ever since he’d seen it standing in front of the hotel, staring at its toes or looking up at the sky, isolated and alone.
Ever since it first came into view, Owen had been staring at it.
Drrrmmm
“You said there were no people. There are people. Excuse me.”
“Yeah? That can’t be right.”
Sarin froze at the sudden sound of unfamiliar voices. She clung desperately to Owen’s forearms, effortlessly embracing the small body he was holding, his penis slipped out, dripping with fluid. Owen’s hands cupped Sarin’s hips, cradling her.
“Nu, who is it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, there’s a fireplace, and there’s a car outside, and if your father had anything to do with it….”
The woman’s voice from the outside was low. Owen held Sarin soothingly, then set her down on the table. His touch was relaxed as he helped her pull her pants back up around her ankles.
She fumbled with the buckle, afraid someone might come in here at any moment, while Owen, his face expressionless, quickly pulled a knife from its sheath on the kitchen sink.
“Looks like one of the beast babies smelled blood and crawled in here.”
He said nonchalantly. There was no way a beast could talk to a man; that thing out there was clearly a man.
“Gah!”
Owen burst out of the kitchen, clad only in a robe and holding a knife in one hand. Then, coming this way through the hallway, a series of female screams. Her eardrums are ringing. Sarin slid down from the table, went to a corner, and covered her ears.
Her head felt dizzy.
She didn’t know what happened next.
She woke up from her death-like sleep because she was hungry. No wonder. The last thing she remembered eating was yogurt, and before she could get to the salad, all the food on the table had spilled out onto the floor. What happened next, her throbbing ass told her.
Sarin cleared her parched throat and tried to sit up, only to fall back down onto the fluffy bed.
“What a fucking animal.”
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