The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 78
“Hng, ahhk, ngh…!”
Psyche couldn’t even voice her pain, only letting her tears flow freely. Terche stared down at her, his brow furrowing in an uncharacteristic expression of frustration as he muttered curses under his breath. Then, he abruptly pulled out.
“Just this once.”
As the c**k that had been filling her so tightly completely withdrew, she felt an unfamiliar emptiness. She stared blankly at the void left behind when—whoosh—a scent, both familiar and foreign, stabbed sharply at her nose. It was sweet, almost overwhelmingly so, like a pheromone that struck her senses with a piercing intensity. But could this even be called a scent? It was more like an aphrodisiac…
Her thoughts couldn’t continue. The once lukewarm air suddenly became stiflingly hot, burning her throat and making it hard to breathe. No, it wasn’t the air—it was her body. Her entire being was boiling over with an abnormal heat.
“……Maybe I should’ve adjusted the dosage a bit more.”
She thought she heard him say something, but her head was buzzing too loudly to make it out. Psyche’s face flushed red as she panted heavily. It felt as though hundreds of feathers were brushing against her skin, tickling her all over. Especially between her legs, where the itch was unbearable.
“Haa, ah, hng, ahh…!”
Her entrance twitched, gushing out thick, lewd fluids. She knew Terche was watching her release her arousal like this, but she had no room to care. Clinging to the last shreds of her rationality was all she could manage.
Or… had it already snapped?
She didn’t know. All she wanted was that hot, hard c**k. Psyche writhed and twisted her body, whimpering in desperation.
“To think you’d lose yourself this much over something like this.”
What was he even saying? She just wanted him to fill the empty space inside her and pound her senseless…
At that moment, a firm hand gripped her squirming hips tightly. Thud! Without warning, his thick length plunged into her deepest depths.
“Haaah…!”
The searing, almost painful heat was replaced by a cool, penetrating sensation, and pleasure surged through her. Psyche let out a scream-like moan, her body convulsing. Before the faint climax could even subside, her sensitive walls were being ruthlessly pounded. The thick s***t moved roughly in and out of the space he had already filled with his seed, the wet, squelching sounds echoing loudly.
“Ah, ahh, hng, haah!”
He repeated the motion over and over, thrusting in so deep it felt like he was pushing his balls inside her, yet it didn’t hurt like before. Instead, it felt so good it was almost frightening. Psyche screamed mindlessly, thrashing her head from side to side. Every inch of her inner walls was being scraped and rubbed, making her feel like she was losing her mind. It seemed she wasn’t the only one struggling to endure the overwhelming stimulation—Terche’s face twisted in discomfort as he let out ragged breaths.
“Ah, huu….”
After pausing briefly to catch his breath, Terche grabbed her hips and lower waist, lifting them into the air. Her a*s, marked red by his hands, hovered above the bed. In that position, he began slamming into her from above with relentless force.
“Ah, ah, hng, ahh!”
Pleasure shot through her spine, and unrestrained screams burst from her lips. Thud, thud, thud, thud! Her pale b*****s bounced wildly with each violent thrust, and her spread legs dangled helplessly in the air. Every time their bodies collided with loud, lewd slaps, the sheets crumpled beneath them, and a mix of her fluids, precum, and his seed splattered everywhere. As she watched the once pristine sheets become filthy in an instant, a crimson haze of ecstasy clouded her vision. Terche, panting and flushed with heat, let out a satisfied laugh.
“Now you’re starting to feel good.”
“Ah, ahhk, haah, ahh!”
“……Though I don’t like that you’ve completely lost yourself.”
He muttered the last part almost inaudibly, as if reminding himself that the night was still young. Then, pressing her body down with his weight, he untied the fabric binding her wrists. He wrapped her arms around his neck and focused solely on moving his hips, driving his c**k into her with wild abandon.
When he relentlessly targeted that particularly sensitive spot, Psyche clung to his neck as if he were her savior, her body convulsing. Her soaked walls clenched around him, threatening to make him burst. It was a clear sign she was on the verge of climax.
With a rough groan, he pulled out almost completely, leaving only the tip inside. Before Psyche could even exhale the breath caught in her lungs, he slammed back in to the hilt and rolled his hips in a circular motion.
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entonces, él la está drogando??? cómo, es uno de sus poderes o algo así?