Come and Cry at My Funeral - Chapter 130
trigger warning: dubcon/noncon
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The sunlight that had been streaming onto the bed had already shrunk to half its original size. Izar could also gauge the passage of time by other means—the heat that suffused the room, making it difficult to breathe, the clothes strewn haphazardly on the floor.
And the growing number of red marks on Freesia’s body.
“Ah, uh…”
The thin garment that had bound her wrists was now crumpled and lying on the floor. Izar gazed at the woman panting heavily, his eyes shaded.
Izar recalled the first time he brought Freesia into this mansion. She had seemed like a flower bent by the heavy rain. How could he have thought that? A flower indeed, but one that turned red and soaked wherever he touched and claimed her.
Her smooth, soft skin clung to his hands like sweet honey, and her honey-colored hair felt pleasant to the touch. Everywhere he kissed, her skin heated up, and tears welled in her pale green eyes, trickling down like dew.
‘Beautiful.’
Even in moments when he had no reason left, the sight imprinted on his retina was utterly breathtaking. He disliked seeing her cry in pain, yet her writhing and sobbing beneath him were addictive.
Izar gently nibbled her neck again, having lost count of how many times he had done so. He had never known something so sweet from head to toe.
“Unh, ah…”
He could feel Freesia writhing, but he had to soothe the burning heat that clamored within his chest somehow. He kissed the wounds he had inflicted on her while whispering in her ear.
“Freesia.”
“Nnh, ah…”
“Look at me.”
He wanted to see those eyes melt with affection again. He wanted to make them shine with the ecstasy of love and desire.
“Ha, uh…”
But now, when Izar touched Freesia, she tightly closed her eyes, took quick, shallow breaths, and trembled. It seemed she couldn’t hear what he was saying.
Although he didn’t like her closing her eyes, he was satisfied knowing that his touch made her skin heat up.
‘Or, I could just startle her into opening them.’
Her delicate brxxsts were now entirely marked with evidence of his hands and mouth. However, he hadn’t yet touched the place between her legs.
Izar held Freesia’s trembling knees. Only then did she reopen her tightly shut eyes.
Her eyes, which had been unfocused and blurry, regained some light. Her face flushed red with embarrassment as well.
“Ah. No, not there…”
The inside of her thighs was the lightest part of her body. And because the room was still bright, the moisture clinging to her sparse locks was clearly visible.
And the most intimate, reddened area as well.
Izar’s eyes gleamed with delight.
“You’re wet.”
A savage pleasure surged from his throat. Knowing that Freesia was feeling as much as he was gave him a thrill he had never experienced before.
But the moment he tried to spread her legs wider, Freesia struggled desperately. It was a futile effort, knowing she was already trapped in his grasp.
“Please, don’t look there.”
“Well.”
Izar smiled, filled with a sense of elation as he looked at Freesia’s ashamed face. After all, it was the place meant to welcome him—what would not seeing it achieve?
But as he looked down at her body again, the light in his eyes dimmed.
He suddenly became aware of the difference in their body sizes.
Her being so small that she could be completely hidden by his body meant it would be difficult for her to take him.
“Ha…”
He was reaching his limit, and his hand, wet with Freesia’s moisture, stroked his throbbing erxctixn.
But at this rate, it was clear it would be too tight to even enter. He wanted this woman to go mad with pleasure just as much as he was.
‘If only Freesia were a little more aroused.’
To the point where she’d completely lose her mind…
Izar spread her trembling legs and placed them over his shoulders. As soon as he began to gently stroke her parted flesh with his fingertips, the woman who had been holding her breath underneath immediately responded.
“Ah, ah!”
The sweet sound of her moans coming from those dainty lips was intoxicating. He wanted to keep hearing it but also wanted to greedily kiss her and swallow all her sounds with his body.
For now, the former was more tempting.
Kissing could come later.
“Relax.”
“No, I can’t, uh…”
“Then I’ll just have to keep touching you like this.”
Izar persistently pushed his fingers into her wet and slippery core. Even one finger was a struggle for the tight entrance. As he rubbed the hidden little nub inside with his thumb, the sobs from below grew more desperate.
But he wanted to make her cry even more, his mind becoming hazier with each passing moment.
‘I want to ruin you.’
He wanted to make the face that smiled sweetly at other men sob mindlessly beneath him.
One, two.
The number of fingers pushing into the sticky depths increased. Izar watched greedily as Freesia’s reactions intensified with each stretch of her clenching walls.
He wanted Freesia to swallow his length until she couldn’t think of anything else. To leave marks all over her skin and fill her so completely that his essence would be dripping from her.
