The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 31
Startled by her own action, she quickly let go of his head, but the man only burrowed deeper inside, guiding her to hold onto him again. When Psyche resisted, the man tried a few more times before seemingly giving up, lowering his hands instead.
“Ah, huh, this… feels strange… no… ahng…!”
Each time he spread her b******s wide and let them go, or every time his soft tongue teased her c******s with a delightful motion, her body shuddered involuntarily. Despite the resistance that arose from not knowing his identity, her mind and body, already captivated by his scent, could only perceive the stimulation as sweet. His excessively gentle touches contributed greatly to igniting her body further.
“Huh, ugh, no… I don’t know who you are, but… haah, please, don’t do this, I beg you…”
Clinging to the fraying threads of her reason, she tried to push his shoulders away, but in the darkness, the man remained unmoved. He simply focused on exploring every inch of her body and fervently pleasuring her below.
At a loss for what to do, Psyche’s toes curled in response to the persistent pressure on her c******s. As the sensations quickly intensified, like white paint spreading, her vision went entirely blank in an instant.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
As she trembled violently before going limp, the man spread her thighs wide open with his knees. Interlocking his fingers with hers, he rubbed his hard s***t against her damp and slick entrance, yet Psyche was too drained to resist. Her body, nearly devoured and sucked dry, coupled with the climax she had already experienced, left her utterly exhausted.
“Ah, huu, no… mmh…!”
His rigid length, like a solid rod, teased her unhurriedly, rubbing against her entrance as if to torment her. She twisted her face as though about to cry. The heat below burned like fire, and the inner ache throbbed intensely. Instinctively, she twisted her thighs, but the thick head of his length pressed insistently against her entrance.
“Stop… ah, ahng…!”
The tip of his s***t gradually parted her tender flesh and slipped inside. Feeling her fingertips go numb, Psyche unknowingly gripped his hands tightly. The invader let out a rough, animalistic groan as he bore more of his weight onto her. The inside of her, already hypersensitive, welcomed the searingly hot and massive intrusion, pulling him deeper as if to embrace him fully.
“Ah, no… haaahng…!”
When his length finally plunged all the way inside, a deep exhale escaped from above. Psyche’s body trembled like a fish impaled on a harpoon. The discomfort from his overwhelming size brought a trace of pain, but it was soon consumed by the spreading pleasure.
“Haa, huh, mmh…”
While she struggled to regain her senses, he slowly pulled his hips back. His length was so considerable that even withdrawing took a long moment. Just as her hips involuntarily twitched, he began to push back in, inch by slow inch. The sensation of being stretched and filled to the brim drew soft, helpless moans from her lips.
“Huuh, aaah… no, this… this can’t… ahng…!”
Again, he retreated slowly before pressing in, his movements deliberate and gentle, pressing against her inner walls with every thrust. The friction as his substantial length slid in and out scraped against her sensitive flesh, and the breaths of both grew heavier. The sluggish pace, almost maddening in its deliberateness, began to pick up speed. Soon, obscene sounds echoed below as their bodies connected.
When the rising pleasure made her let out a sharp whimper, squelch—a wet, lewd sound of their joined bodies resonated. Psyche, unable even to lift her head, let tears stream down her cheeks. The intensity of the stimulation tipped past pleasure and into an aching, overwhelming sensation that bordered on pain.
As if feeling sorry for that sight, the man stuck out his tongue to wipe away her tears. It looked like a beast licking its young clean with its tongue. Once the tears had somewhat subsided, the man straightened his upper body and, gripping her pelvis, began rocking his hips back and forth again.
“Ah, hnng, hic, aanh! St-Stop, ungh…!”
Her full b*****s swayed rhythmically with his movements. The man grabbed one b****t with his hand while thrusting his member upward like driving in a stake. Psyche floundered in the overwhelming pleasure, unable to even close her mouth.
He had already thoroughly mapped out where she was particularly sensitive. As the man repeatedly struck that spot while kneading her b****t, Psyche clutched the sheets and writhed. Suddenly, he devoured her lips.
“Hnn, uh, mmph…!”
The man’s taste spread sharply in her mouth. Lost in pleasure, she mindlessly tangled her tongue with his before sharply turning her head away. It was already overwhelming enough having her lower half mercilessly stirred up, but having her saliva thoroughly sucked out made it impossible to breathe.
