A Horror Game Steeped in Immorality - Volume 2 - Part 2
“Yes! Ugh, uh!”
The rough friction against the fabric made my cheek hot and stinging. My scalp hurt, and tears sprung from the sorrow and injustice of why I had to endure this. Eventually, my sobbing broke through. Then to my surprise, his recklessly moving waist suddenly came to a halt.
A hand slipped between my armpits, lifting my body like a doll. Before I could grasp the situation, something soft touched my back. A large hand securely placed a pillow under my head before withdrawing.
Daymond whispered against my forehead.
“Did you want my d*ck so bad that you’re crying, my b*by.”
“T-That’s not it…”
How could his mind interpret my sobbing for such lewd reasons? I stared at Daymond’s protruding Adam’s apple in disbelief.
“I intended to mark your pale body before we start, but seeing my b*by so upset, I guess that won’t do.”
With a sharp bite, Daymond stripped off his glove in one motion. The way his hands unbuttoned his jacket felt especially e****c. As he threw off his perfectly fitting vest, my body involuntarily tensed.
“W-What are you starting?”
“What do you think?”
“……”
Daymond, with a stoic face, tore off his shirt in one swift motion. His large hand covered my face to avoid the flying buttons. When his hand was removed, his perfect n*ked form was revealed. The well-defined muscles stirred my vision and mind, bringing a strange warmth. His broad shoulders, firm forearms, and the elegant lines of his pelvis were like a sculpture. However, there was no sense of nobility or beauty in it. The e***t p*nis, protruding like a club, lent an indecency to his artistic body. The sight of it throbbing amidst thick p*bic hair made my lower half tingle.
It was unimaginably large… As I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his arm-thick p*nis, Daymond’s beautifully jointed large hand stroked it lengthwise. I flinched and hastily looked up. Lust sparkled in his eyes.
“You don’t need to whine; I’ll feed it to you soon.”
“…I never whined.”
“Do I need to punish you savagely before you stop lying?”
“……”
“Don’t disappoint your father.”
I seethed internally. Think whatever the fu*k you want. But I couldn’t resist him, a likely murderer. I quickly suppressed my rebellious gaze.
Daymond leaned down beside my head, my heart started pounding painfully loud. Thump Thump Thump Thump. His large body covered mine entirely, sending a wave of panic through me. Instinctively, I trembled and pushed against Daymond’s shoulder.
“Don’t, don’t do this…”
“To think you’d say that after leaving such filthy marks on the body I’ve cherished.”
Daymond’s threatening voice and hot lips grazed my cheek.
“…Ah, uh, ugh!”
Two long, thick fingers invaded my mouth without hesitation. They caressed the soft flesh of my tongue and explored the size of my mouth, touching the roof and the insides of my cheeks.
Daymond clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.
“Still too small for my liking.”
The fingers that had been swirling in my mouth left, and his lips covered mine. It was a devouring kiss. My soft lips were crushed, as his hot flesh invaded, probing my gums and teeth.
“Ah, heuk…!”
Huff…As I struggled, Daymond pulled back slightly, cursing under his breath.
“Open your mouth wider. Let me lick down your throat.”
“Father, don’t… uh!”
“Don’t turn your face away.”
With a firm voice, he commanded again and drew his lips back in. It was a bold, wild kiss. With a face more ascetic than anyone’s, he delivered a kiss more lascivious than anyone else’s. The words “Your sons may be like dogs in heat, but you’re no different” almost rose to the tip of my tongue.
As he continued to kiss me, his hot hand groped my body. His hand moved from my knee up my thigh, brushing my gr*in, causing my hips to jerk. Daymond then grabbed my thigh flesh tightly, pushing his tongue deeper.
“Ugh!”
Daymond ensured I couldn’t think of anything else, forcefully drawing out pl*asure. His expertise, unlike Lycan’s and Lionel’s, left me helplessly entangled. The overwhelming sensation made my toes curl.
“Uh, um… Ah, Father, uh!”
My hand scraped through the air before finally gripping Daymond’s neck tightly. Our tongues intertwined, and the sound of saliva being exchanged heated the air erotically, dulling my senses. As Daymond’s tongue thrust in and out of my mouth, I opened wider to catch my breath.
“Huff, ha, ha…”
Daymond slightly pulled away, leaving strings of saliva. His firm hand brushed the hair sticking to my cheek, then wiped away sweat and tears. As I gasped, looking up at him with feverish eyes, he faintly smiled.
“It was worth raising my b*by by feeding my s*men.”
“……?”
“Didn’t you know? Every night, I’ve rubbed my c*ck’s tip in your soft mouth.”
You swallowed it so well, he murmured sinisterly before overlapping his lips with mine again. My body stiffened in shock. Sometimes, when I woke up, there was something white and sticky in my mouth. I had thought it was just drool…
“Ah!”
“Don’t think about anything else.”
Suddenly, Daymond squeezed my br*ast painfully. The sharp pain made my body jolt. He bit my lower lip as if to punish me, spreading a bitter taste of blood throughout my mouth.
“It hurts… uh!”
Even as I grimaced and turned my head, his persistent lips followed, biting and sucking on my lips torturously. As I opened my mouth in a groan of pain, his tongue invaded and started to stir inside my mouth. I clung to his neck, begging him to stop. I hadn’t expected a mere kiss to push me to my limits. I had a vague expectation of being thrown around in bed with him from the moment Daymond asked me to undress, though I hadn’t admitted it. Yet, I didn’t know it would be this overwhelming even before we started.
“Uh, ah… Father, uh, ah…”
The sensation of flesh pushing perilously close to my throat triggered a gag reflex. Yet, Daymond, feeling my body’s twitch, showed no mercy. Instead, he seemed to transform the pressure into s*xual pl*asure, constantly groping me and occasionally letting out low moans to stimulate me further.
