The Sand Bride - Chapter 27
Just as before, Karzhen’s face twisted in frustration at Esther’s sluggish movements. Consumed by unfulfilled desire, he viciously pinched her n****e, stretching it forward before twisting hard.
Esther screamed and instinctively slackened her thighs. As her upper body lurched forward, his c**k rubbed against her swollen, reddened c**t before thrusting in with a rough, grinding motion.
“Ah…! Ugh, aah~!”
The overstimulated c**t, already puffy and sensitive, was ruthlessly rubbed, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine that pierced straight to her skull. Esther trembled violently, her cries dissolving into broken whimpers. Karzhen let out a short groan at the tight grip of her walls around him.
The glistening, sticky wetness between Esther’s spread legs was unmistakable. When Karzhen began circling her engorged c**t with his fingers, she writhed and let out a sharp, guttural moan. Fluid gushed out, soaking his thighs.
Laughing cruelly, Karzhen flicked her c**t with his finger, and Esther shrieked as if her breath had been stolen—pain and pleasure twisting together, ravaging her senses.
“Dripping every time I pound into you. What a leaky little thing, huh?”
“Hic—ah! Nngh…! Ah…!”
Though she heard Karzhen’s mocking words, the haze of lust quickly swallowed her whole. As he rubbed her c**t, her timid hips began moving on instinct, arching back with each thrust to grind her c**t against his c**k.
Esther’s face grew dazed, her expression slack. Drool spilled from her parted lips, wetting her chin, while her flushed skin burned red from face to chest.
Her stiff n*****s trembled with each bounce of her b*****s, her body trembling under the drug’s influence. Every thrust of his thick c**k into her oversensitive c**t drew another broken cry from her.
Yet beneath her moans, the horrific screams of the tortured man outside still reached her ears—the sound of flesh and bone tearing, twisting. Esther moved her hips, her face a mess of terror and pleasure.
The drug’s euphoria was matched only by the endless despair and fear clawing at her. Reality was cruel. She wanted to lose her mind, to stop thinking entirely—but the faint hope of finding her family kept her hesitating.
“Ugh……!”
Karzhen’s face twisted in excitement at Esther’s half-lost movements, driven by the drug’s haze and the terror of the screams. Her tight walls clenched around him like they were trying to suck him deeper, and the sight of her flushed face, her damp moans, left his throat dry.
She looks like a stupid lamb, but just seeing her makes my c**k burn.
A growl rumbled deep in his throat.
Karzhen grabbed Esther’s swaying hips and slammed her down harder, fucking her with brutal strokes. Esther threw her head back, choking out sobs as she wailed.
“Haa… Ah…! Nngh…! Hah…! Ah…! Hic—ah, aah…!”
His thrusts grew even rougher. The lewd, wet sounds beneath them grew filthier. Esther’s body burned red with pleasure, her vision flashing white as another overwhelming climax seized her—but Karzhen didn’t stop. He kept pounding into her trembling, clenched body relentlessly.
Before the pleasure could even fade, he was already rubbing her c**t again, dragging another scream from her as she thrashed. Then, before he could stop her, her lower body convulsed violently before she collapsed.
Karzhen pulled her limp, twitching body against him and buried himself deep, fucking into her with short, sharp jerks until he came.
Silence fell, broken only by their ragged breathing. As Esther slumped against Karzhen’s chest, her hazy gaze drifted to the window—where she saw the man’s torn upper body. His face, twisted in agony, the dangling spine, the flesh and blood…….
In that moment, she knew this nightmare would haunt her for the rest of her life. And as that realization struck, tears of despair spilled from her eyes.
Karzhen, amused by the way her soft b*****s pressed against his firm chest, seemed to grow greedy again. He licked the tears from her cheeks before gripping her hips and starting to move once more.
Esther cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain, as he filled her again. Even then, she faintly heard something collapse outside—a sound quieter than the man’s screams, but clearer. She didn’t dwell on what it was.
Because despite everything, she still wanted to live.
* * *
Outside, dawn was breaking. The bluish light of early morning faded as the sun’s true colors returned to the world. Only then did Karzhen lazily rise, fastening his belt and straightening his clothes.
Their coupling had started on the bed, moved to the table, and ended on the floor.
By the time he finished, the state between Esther’s legs was a mess—but she lacked even the strength to curl up, lying limp on the ground as she gasped for air. Red handprints stood out starkly against her pale skin.
Before leaving, Karzhen knelt and stroked her head like one would praise a dog. Her fine hair tangled like sand in his palm, and he toyed with it for a while before finally standing.
“See you later.”
At those parting words, Esther flinched. Karzhen laughed cheerfully.
