The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 77
Perhaps her pained flailing stirred some pity in him. The thick pillar of flesh, nearly fully sheathed inside her, began to slowly retreat. Just as she tried to catch her ragged breath, gasping for air—thud—! He slammed his hips into her with a ferocious force.
“……!”
Tears streamed down the same paths they had carved earlier, and drool spilled from her parted lips. Psyche, nearly senseless from the shock, was scolded by him as though he were reprimanding a child.
“Huu… You should’ve just obeyed when I was being lenient.”
She wanted to say it hurt too much, but all that came out were fragmented gasps for air. Even though her state might have stirred pity in anyone else, he showed no mercy, continuing to thrust relentlessly. He withdrew slowly, making her breath hitch, and then plunged back in with brutal speed and force. When her choked sobs and inability to regain her senses became apparent, he leaned down slightly and asked,
“Should I be gentle with you?”
“Ngh, hng…!”
“Just say the word. I’ll be gentle.”
“Shut, up, just finish, ahhk…!”
She couldn’t even finish her sentence before breaking into pitiful sobs. To make matters worse, Terche had buried himself fully inside her and began grinding his hips, causing the ridged s***t to scrape and press against her sensitive walls, creating an unbearable pressure. She tried to relax her stiffened body, gasping for air, but as he pulled back and slammed into her again like a raging bull, the excruciating pain only intensified.
“I’ll make you beg for me to f**k you gently, like back then.”
Had he been gentle back then just for this moment? Just to see her beg for his tenderness? But even then, he hadn’t been entirely gentle. At first, perhaps, but at some point, he had started pounding into her mercilessly…
She wanted to argue, but no sound came out, her body only trembling violently. Suddenly, he slowly raised his upper body.
Before she could even sense the foreboding in his large hands gripping her waist, his hot, thick c**k began ruthlessly ravaging her inner walls. The force of his thrusts was incomparable to before, causing her b*****s to shake wildly. Her eyes flew open, and she tried to struggle—or at least intended to—but there was no chance. The force of his hips lifting her made her body flail like a broken doll. Ngh, ngh—only voiceless sounds escaped her lips.
The feeling of her mind and body shattering into pieces became unbearable, and she was on the verge of passing out. Terche, leaning over her, bit down hard on her neck, like a beast clamping onto its mate during mating.
“……!”
Almost simultaneously, the thing buried inside her swelled as if about to burst, writhing and spilling its seed in thick, hot pulses. The sensation of the scorching liquid striking her cervix was vivid and overwhelming. She trembled helplessly, powerless to do anything but receive his release. Tears streamed down her face.
“Hng, ahhk, you bastard….”
Terche, still biting her neck, took a moment to catch his slightly ragged breath before slowly lifting his head. Unlike Psyche, who was completely disheveled, Terche looked almost no different from usual, save for his slightly tousled hair. He didn’t look like a man who had just finished at all. Tap, tap. He tilted his head slightly as he lightly tapped her cheek with his index finger.
“You didn’t beg like I told you to.”
His languid, split-toned voice sent shivers down her spine. But what was truly chilling was something else entirely—the way his c**k, still between her thighs, began to stir again. After just a few shallow thrusts, it was already as hard as stone.
“Stop, nngh…!”
He abruptly captured her lips, silencing her refusal as his tongue plunged deep into her mouth. At the same time, his c**k wriggled its way back into her deepest point. As their lips locked, muffled moans escaped her, and his thick s***t slowly withdrew, only to plunge back in again, repeating the motion over and over. It was a leisurely, almost indulgent rhythm, but it was still too much for her to bear, and she sobbed pitifully. Terche let out a long, irritated sigh.
“Huu… Even after filling you up with my seed.”
At his explicit words, she flinched and shuddered. Thud—! His thick, fully e***t c**k slammed into her with force. Her head snapped back, exposing the red bite marks on her neck even more blatantly. He bit down on the marks he’d left earlier, muttering in complaint.
“You’re still so tight.”
Hilale
FL contradicts herself sometimes .. She both wants the guys and doesn’t want them. But ı really want a happy ending with them. I hope she gets them all.