Salvation of the Fallen - Chapter 31
Tarta grabbed Arsena’s b*ttocks and lifted them high. The sudden elevation of her lower body caused her chest to touch the cold stone floor. Arsena moaned long and rubbed herself against the stone floor, unconsciously chasing the sensation Tarta had taught her.
The way she swayed her waist like a cat stretching was unbearably mischievous. Seeing this, Tarta’s lips became parched.
“Arsena. Say it.”
Tarta said, stroking his m*mber against the exposed red g*nitals. His voice was low and husky. The usual composure had long since disappeared. Tarta pressed his glistening gl*ns against the raised entrance.
“What you want.”
“Hnng.”
Arsena moaned long as her toes curled up and she felt the hot sensation against her w*t flesh. Along with the goosebumps that rose, her entrance throbbed faster. In her mind, already turned to mush, only one thought remained. That she wanted to devour that flesh quickly.
Tarta’s hand, which had been waiting for an answer, loosely traced down Arsena’s nape. A temperature that was cool to the point of being chilly gripped her nape in an instant. It was a gentle but firm gesture that choked off her breath. Arsena gasped at the strongly tightening grip.
“Hurry.”
As the grip tightened even more fiercely, her vision blurred as much as the fading air. The whole world was turning white. Without being able to resist. Even as her whole body went limp to the point where she could no longer gasp, her raised hips remained firmly fixed to Tarta. The sensation of the blunt, hot flesh rubbing against her wet g******s was all Arsena could feel.
“Damn it.”
With a low curse, Tarta shook off his hand. It seemed even he was dominated by emotions he couldn’t handle. It was an unbearably filthy feeling.
Although it was Arsena who was obsc*nely bent over and choked, it was Tarta who was ridiculous. He could have taken her now if he wanted. He didn’t need Arsena’s permission. But…
That evil beast wanted Arsena to be bound by her own will. Even after wrapping her in chains and holding her tight, he was afraid of losing her. Like a mirage that would disappear if he looked away. Despite feeding her his blood and taming her, he was afraid that what he had obtained after waiting so long would run away.
As Tarta loosened his grip, Arsena’s fading consciousness returned in one breath as she inhaled deeply, making up for the lack of air. The things that constantly chattered inside her didn’t even have a chance to raise their voices; even her breathing was under the man’s control. The man was the salvation that could break her neck and trample on her misfortune. A teardrop fell from her reddened eyes.
“Answer.”
Tarta repeated his question over and over. As if he absolutely had to hear those words from that small mouth, that she wanted him.
“P-please… ack…”
In truth, Arsena knew. The answer he wanted was predetermined. Also, Arsena wanted him too. All she had to do was submit to Tarta, who would break her and save her. Resting her face on the cold stone floor, Arsena pleaded between coughs. Just as Tarta wanted. According to his will.
“…Please put it in.”
Break me and destroy me. So that I can’t think of anything.
So that I can’t hear any more sounds. Imagining that fiercely e***t, thick member piercing her and stirring her depths, turning even her mind to mush, Arsena tightly closed her eyes. Tears full of miserable anticipation flowed down her chin.
“Haa….”
With a low breath, the thick flesh touched Arsena’s entrance as he tilted his head back. She felt her flesh twitch as if welcoming the member that pressed against her narrow entrance as if it would pierce through at any moment. Goosebumps rose on her tilted spine. Her entrance began to throb faster.
“Hurry….”
Arsena urged Tarta without realizing it. The copious fl*id expelled from her reddened entrance flowed down her thighs with a squelching sound.
“Hngh.”
With a low voice that sounded as if gritting her teeth, sending chills down her spine, Arsena held her breath as the thick flesh column slowly pushed in. What she believed would end the pain that seemed to burn her heart was now tearing her flesh to shreds. The thing that pushed in struck deep inside her belly. It felt as if all her organs had been pushed up. She could feel a bulge under her flat stomach. It seemed like that spot would burst at any moment.
“Haaah.”
Arsena twisted her upper body like a trampled snake. She writhed in pain, rubbing her face against the cold stone floor. Arsena moaned, scratching her throat, at the sensation of the thickly swollen glans crushing her twitching inner walls and then slowly pulling out.
The touch stroking her waist was as hot as if branding her with a heated iron. In this painfully breathtaking situation, Arsena could rather feel that she was alive. The sensation of each cell clinging and twitching to Tarta’s gradually retreating member resonated with a tingling feeling.
“Hnngh.”
Arsena arched her back greatly as the large member slowly widened her narrow hole and pushed in again. Her inner walls, which had been twitching wetly as if disappointed, once again tightly gripped the ma$sive flesh. Arsena shook her head at the pl*asure that was like pain making her legs go numb. It was an overwhelming sensation.
“Breathe. We’re not done yet.”
As Tarta stroked Arsena’s exposed, protruding spine, her held breath burst out. The space filled with the primal sound of her labored breathing.
“Ah, aah. Ack!”
Even as Arsena writhed in pain, unable to properly say no, Tarta showed no signs of stopping. The movement of pulling out what had been pushed to the limit and then slowly pushing it back in even deeper was almost cruel.
“Hwaang.”
Each time, Arsena let out a piercing cry that was like a scream. She shuddered as Tarta’s member filled her to places that shouldn’t be reached, deep inside, clawing at her. From pain, and from pleasure. No matter how she twisted her body at that hot sensation, Tarta inevitably pierced her again. Clear saliva that couldn’t be swallowed flowed from her parted lips. She gradually lost herself and her consciousness blurred. Gladly so.
“Damn it. What am I supposed to do if you’re like this already.”
Slap.
How did I even get you? With fading words, Tarta’s hand came down hard on Arsena’s raised b*ttocks. Arsena trembled at the sharp pain. Her dimming vision slowly became clear again. The pain traveled up from her lower abdomen and spread tinglingly to her chest.
“Haa. Get a hold of yourself. Arsena.”
“Hngh. Haaah.”
Arsena’s stained chest was roughly crushed by Tarta’s fierce movements as he grabbed her hair and thrust forcefully. The large member that had wedged into her narrow hole randomly stabbed her deep inside, filling and stirring her insides into a mess. Her whole body tensed up, her hands scratching at the cold stone floor as Arsena rubbed her face wildly. Her whole body was so hot that even the rough chill was welcome.
“Uwaah.”
She couldn’t breathe. At her moans that were like choked sobs, Tarta once again thrust himself up hard. The blunt tip of his member lifted up as if it would burst her womb. Arsena sobbed. Her soaking wet lower parts, the lewd scent, her mind turned to mush. Everything was perfect.
Tarta lifted her trembling chin and pushed his red tongue between her parted lips. He bit her lips that couldn’t close and gnawed between her teeth, letting out a turbid voice. He just sucked and pulled like a child seeking milk with a sweet scent.
Thwack.
“Hnngh!”
With a loud sound, her tightly spread entrance contracted around the large member rubbing dully inside her v*gina. It desperately clung to Tarta’s member as if begging for his essence.
