Portrait of An Arrogant Master - Chapter 83
“W-wait a moment…!”
Her breath came in ragged gasps.
The stimulated area between her legs throbbed. Even though she tried to twist her hips to escape, their bodies were locked together, only causing more intense rubbing. The hand gripping her chest was desperate, unable to torment the sensitive spots, pulling and shaking them to the brink of madness.
Her eyes felt hot, and her body was covered in a feverish heat. Eventually, the warmth accumulated throughout her body turned into liquid, trickling down between her legs. Her underwear became damp and sticky, sticking to her thighs as they continued to rub.
“Ugh, wait. Eren, this is too… strange…”
Her body collapsed like a water-soaked piece of paper. Her chest heaved, and her moans scattered irregularly into the air. Caught between embarrassment and overwhelming sensation, Macy was confused about how to react.
“What’s so strange?”
In contrast, Eren appeared relaxed. With a hint of playfulness, he seemed to be enjoying Macy’s discomfort.
“It’s just that everywhere you touch is so hot… Don’t keep pressing there between my legs. It’s really strange… ugh…”
Macy clung to Eren’s neck, whining and rubbing her face against it, unsure of what to do.
“Ha… Strange?”
“Yes… yes… ugh. Ah!”
Her voice, mixed with moisture, sounded less like asking for him to stop and more like begging for more, which was confusing. Suddenly, her thighs trembled with a force that felt like fireworks exploding in her head, leaving her unable to think clearly.
“Your body seems to enjoy it. That’s why you’re dripping like this.”
Eren lifted Macy’s thighs, supporting them from below, and spread her legs apart, lowering himself to inspect.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m curious about what kind of body makes such a wet sound.”
Before Macy could even ask what he meant, her underwear was slowly pushed aside. Her damp skin was exposed to the cool air. A gap revealed her fluids, and Eren’s fingers pressed against her folds, rubbing at her entrance.
She could feel the faint warmth of his breath as he was burying his face between her legs, closely observing the reddened area.
“St-Stop it! I-I’m so embarrassed! Ugh!”
“Hold still. It’s already too dark to see clearly.”
Macy’s mind went blank. As she struggled more, she felt a harsh stimulation on her cli–ris, making her moan involuntarily. He pressed the plump nub hard.
“I can’t see clearly. But it seems quite wet.”
“Ah. Huh…”
His fingers slipped inside her, moving past the tight entrance. The unfamiliar sensation tightened around his fingers, feeling incredibly snug.
“It’s very tight.”
Eren noted briefly, pressing against the inner walls and moving his fingers up and down to stretch the tightness.
The sensation was overwhelming; it felt as though every nerve was concentrated there, sending shivers up her spine. Her thighs quivered, and her waist arched involuntarily. The intensity of her own pleasure was so unfamiliar it was almost overwhelming.
Slippery, wet, and hot. The sensations of his probing fingers were intensely stimulating and uncomfortable. At the same time, the foreign feeling was almost unbearable.
As Eren added a second finger, the sounds of wet friction became more pronounced. Her delicate flesh was being stretched and compressed, and she felt as if her mind was turning to mush.
“Why are you trembling so much? Does it hurt?”
“No, ugh… It doesn’t hurt, but… what are you going to do?”
She wasn’t in pain, thanks to the ample lubrication, but she felt a growing sense of fear.
She knew that if he was to continue, he would eventually insert himself in the area where his fingers were now. The thought of it was daunting, especially since she had no idea what to expect.
“Should I just leave you like this, feeling all wet and helpless?”
Eren said, adding another finger.
The sound of rough, wet friction echoed as his fingers moved. Her sensitive flesh squeezed tightly around him, and the overstimulation made her feel as if her brain was melting.
“Don’t bite your lip. You’d be better off biting my hand.”
As she tried to cope with the unfamiliar sensations, Eren’s fingers went between her bitten lips. Eventually, a much larger, heavier presence replaced his fingers, pressing against her. Macy instinctively recognized it as something significant.
His hard member rubbed against her still-slick entrance.
