Salvation of the Fallen - Chapter 27
The man’s fierce center thrust before her mouth. Tarta gripped the thick, dark red flesh column and rubbed it roughly against Arsena’s lips. The well-formed depression at the bright red tip lifted her lips. A smooth and lewd taste dizzily touched the tip of her tongue.
It was a more concentrated scent than anything she had tasted before. Whatever it was, she wanted to swallow it whole, suck it dry, and devour it. Arsena’s blue eyes flickered violently like a burning flame.
“My, my, Arsena.”
Tarta’s voice carried a cunning laugh as if he had sensed Arsena’s inner thoughts. Tarta leisurely brushed up Arsena’s hair. The jet-black hair was ruthlessly tangled in his large hand with fierce veins.
Arsena swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth and opened it wide. She wanted to hold that sweet scent deep in her core, all the way to the depths of her throat.
“Agh!”
Suddenly, Tarta firmly grasped her hair and roughly lifted it. Saliva that had dripped from her mouth, not yet closed, w*t the strangely raised tip of her chin.
“You should ask politely. If you want to eat it that badly.”
Arsena’s fragile body trembled at Tarta’s mockery as he raised the corner of his mouth vilely. Despite her humiliating and miserable situation, she couldn’t take her eyes off the taste of pleasure that tempted her.
“Please…”
Arsena fumbled, crawling on the ground, and placed her delicate hand on Tarta’s thick thigh. Matching her blue eyes, on the verge of tears, with his fierce red gaze, she kissed the flesh column full of glistening pre-fl*id. As if worshipping a god.
“You certainly have a talent for this.”
Tarta showed a helpless smile as if in disbelief. At his touch caressing her chin as if praising a well-behaved dog, Arsena stuck out her tongue and licked the plump area. It was just like that seductive bead Tarta had shown earlier.
“Haa…”
Along with the turbid breath stretching into the air, Tarta’s palm lightly pressed down on Arsena’s head. The tip slid between this space, filling Arsena’s mouth completely.
As she sucked it in so hard her cheeks hollowed, a sweet scent spread fully. It was the taste she had thought was an aphr*disiac. Arsena sucked more greedily and vigorously. Hoping that this sweet fragrance would soon destroy her mind.
“Haa… Arsena.”
As she rubbed the heavy g*nitals with her tongue, Tarta closed his eyes and tilted his head back. As if satisfied, Tarta’s voice sank low. Arsena, dazed by the dizzying scent that burst out in an instant, swallowed her saliva and sucked. The flesh column, too large for her mouth, was crushed against her white teeth.
Tarta immediately grabbed Arsena’s hair. At that moment, Arsena’s body staggered. The man had roughly pulled her away. Arsena, now only able to hold the plump, swollen tip in her mouth, looked up carefully with tear-filled eyes.
“Trying to bite my c*ck too?”
Arsena shook her head desperately while holding the reddened gl*ns in her mouth. Arsena had been trying her best. Her jaw had been aching for a long time, stretched to its limit. No matter how wide she opened her mouth, it was impossible not to graze it with her teeth because what she held was too thick.
While checking the man’s expression with wet eyes, she carefully swallowed her saliva as the dizzying sensation stabbed her mouth here and there. It was unbearably sweet.
“Open your mouth wide. If you show your teeth one more time, I’ll pull them all out.”
Tarta was smiling even as he threatened Arsena in a deep voice. He licked his upper lip languidly, sticking out his tongue between his lips pulled to the edge of his chin, and shook his flesh column, striking Arsena’s tongue. A whitish l*quid that couldn’t be thought of as her own saliva flowed down her chin. Lukewarm.
“You have to do well. If you want to get what you want.”
Tarta looked down at Arsena while kneading his dark red t*sticles. The corner of his mouth was curved like a moon. With a fishy smile, the man thrust his hips forward, and the thick flesh column invading the end of her throat choked her breath. Tears welled up.
“Haa…”
As Arsena swallowed her saliva, Tarta once again let out a turbid moan. The hand gathering Arsena’s hair tightened its grip. The red eyes looking down at Arsena, kneeling before the man with his center heavily in her mouth, heated up.
“F**k.”
For a moment, as their eyes met, Arsena’s wet blue ones with his, Tarta’s thick thighs stiffened like stone. That rigidity traveled up his lower body and reached the hand gripping the black hair.
“Hngh-.”
With the rough pull of his hand, Arsena’s head was deeply buried between the man’s legs. The flesh column plunged deep into her throat and retreated, and she couldn’t breathe with the repeated motion. Tarta didn’t seem to care even as his flesh was crushed against Arsena’s molars.
Arsena couldn’t gather her thoughts with the rapidly moving hand. So she just floundered. Hot tears flowed ceaselessly from both eyes.
“Haa…”
Deeper, the man, buried for a long time in Arsena’s deepest part, seemed satisfied with her constantly moving throat as if gagging, and releasing his thick s*men. Arsena’s entire body trembled. Unlike anything she had tasted before, a concentrated, dense scent stimulated all her senses. Arsena sucked deeply as if she couldn’t waste a single drop of the drug-like s***n that poured endlessly. At the same time, she shuddered.
“If you spill this much, are you supposed to drink it all up?”
Looking at the fluid that had thoroughly wet the floor, beyond her ability to cover, the man kicked Arsena’s g******s lightly with his instep. Even at this shameful stimulation, Arsena’s body quivered. It seemed that Tarta’s claim that his blood wasn’t an aphrodisiac was a lie after all.
Arsena looked up at Tarta, panting, forgetting her shame. The only one who could save her from the pain of the heat wildly spreading in her body was Tarta.
Tarta lightly grasped the chain and lifted it. Simultaneously, Arsena’s body was gently pulled up. Her two feet, now firmly planted on the stone floor, felt unfamiliar. But only for a moment, as the man suddenly grabbed her waist and pressed their bodies together. The man’s still-rigid pillar fiercely jabbed above Arsena’s navel.
Tarta’s fingers slowly stroked up Arsena’s deep valley. As the scorching body temperature swept over her wet flesh, Arsena’s body trembled. Her body responded sensitively even to the light touch.
“It’s very well ripened.”
Tarta brought his wet fingers to his mouth. Between his lips twisted in mockery, a red tongue darted out. Tarta gently closed his eyes as if savoring a delicacy and raised his eyebrows. It was a terrible deception.
“But still not enough.”
Tarta’s fingers roughly pushed into the wet private parts. With a gasp, Arsena’s eyes flew open and her head tilted back.
“Hngh.”
The thick fingers recklessly pounded the narrow crevice. Lewd, squelching sounds echoed in the air.
“Hng.”
Despite the rough action stirring up her soft inner flesh wildly, Arsena’s body faithfully heated up. Beyond her hazy vision, the woman in the mirror was receiving the man’s fingers into her narrow, hairless space, sobbing with pleasure.
If not an aphrodisiac, then what? Even in this humiliating situation, she was melting into pleasure. The man’s drug-like blood had addicted Arsena to the pleasure of depravity. Dizzyingly so.
“Hnngh.”
Tarta spread his fingers to widen her entrance. What at first entered tightly now clung wetly to the soft inner flesh. As the fingers dug in, stirring her insides recklessly, Arsena’s waist bent as if it would break. In her vision, whitened by the cl*max, only the sound of tightly stretched iron chains could be heard.
“Hnng.”
Tarta wrapped his hand around Arsena’s neck as she moaned and whimpered. Lowering his head to bury his face in her shoulder, he nibbled her earlobe and whispered lowly.
“What should I do to you? Hm? Should I suck you?”
