The West Wind's Destination - Chapter 38
“You’re right. There’s no way you could be wrong, Bea.”
Aseph, uneasy, slightly moved his body away from Bea.
He tried to create some distance, but the swollen head of his member was still stuck inside her, not subsiding.
“I’m sorry, Bea. It’s my fault.”
“Take, take it out…”
“But…”
“Now.”
Seeing Bea’s clearly displeased reaction, Aseph tried to gently move the joined area to separate them. However, the head, swollen like a fist, was caught in her and wouldn’t come out.
As it got stuck at the entrance, Bea inhaled sharply, feeling both pain and pleasure.
“Hnnh!”
“I’m sorry. Does it hurt a lot?”
“Ah, uh…”
If it were just pain, it would be better. How was one supposed to handle a pleasure akin to pain? Bea’s eyes, which had been moist from being constantly tormented by Aseph, became even more tearful.
Her remaining rationality was barely preventing her waist from bucking uncontrollably.
“Please do something… please…”
Bea’s previously expressionless face crumbled, and tears began to fall.
“Bea… Haa…”
Seeing her like this, Aseph felt a strange sense of conquest and, at the same time, guilt. He felt sinful for finding satisfaction in it.
“I’ll move carefully… and climax. Is that okay with you?”
“…….”
Without a response from Bea, Aseph soothed her, kissing her shoulder.
Meanwhile, his pillar throbbed, as if desperate to thrust deeply inside her and release.
Seeing Bea’s tears made his foolish manhood more restless, but Aseph tried to calm it down and whispered as gently as he could.
“Bea. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen, but I won’t do it again without your permission.”
“…”
“Bea, may I move slowly? Is that okay?”
“…”
“I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”
After a while, unable to resist, Bea finally responded.
“Just move….”
Even though she said that, the mere presence of him inside her was excruciatingly stimulating, and as he began to move, Bea trembled, shaking her head violently.
“Haah, nnnh…”
As Bea tried to escape, Aseph held her from behind, keeping her in place.
“Bea, you’ll get hurt.”
Even as he said that, Aseph steadily, slowly pushed his hips. The swollen head scraped the inner walls leisurely, leaving her breathless.
The pleasure was terribly persistent.
“Ah! No, I don’t want…! Ah, mmh! Uh, haah!”
“Don’t move, or, huuh, you’ll get hurt. Bea, please. Hah…”
“No, I don’t want… Hah! Ah! Oh, ah!”
His member, which had been pounding her mercilessly before, now moved torturously slowly.
Even such minor movements made Bea tremble violently, shedding tears. Her face was flushed red as if it would burst with the slightest touch, and her mouth was open.
Sticky saliva and ragged breath flowed from her mouth.
“Ah, uh! Haah! Huh…!”
Bea felt like she was dying. She wanted him to wildly thrust her waist like a dog in heat, forgetting all semblance of rationality. But Aseph, under the pretext of not wanting her to get hurt, firmly held her down, not letting go.
Sweat dripped down Aseph’s forehead and chin. The moans that occasionally escaped his lips had ceased. He moved his hips slowly and rhythmically, suppressing the urge to be swept away by pleasure.
“A-Aseph, Aseph…”
Rather, it was Bea who became more desperate, finally moving her hips to seek pleasure.
But Aseph firmly held her body with his strong arms. Bea sobbed and moaned.
“Huuh, hiicc…”
“No, you can’t. Bea, just hold on a little longer. I’m really sorry.”
Kissing the tear-stained corners of her eyes, Aseph moved his hips frustratingly slowly. His soft, moist tongue licked up all her tears.
Suddenly shifting from intense stimulation to shallow and prolonged sensations was maddening.
“A little, more, ah…”
“Here? Should I touch here?”
Aseph’s voice, whispering in her ear, was also stimulating as he gasped.
“Not there, ah… Nngh.”
“Is it this side? Bea, if you tell me… Ahh, I think I would be really happy.”
It was futile to make any requests in her current position. Instead, she responded to Aseph’s careful words. Apart from simple answers like yes, no, and blinking her eyelids, she couldn’t even twitch a finger.
“Should I hold your waist, Bea?”
“Yes, yeeess…”
As instructed, Aseph lifted Bea’s waist, then caressed her lower abdomen, strangely protruded according to the shape of his genitalia.
“Huh, nnngh! Haah!”
The sensation of her sensitive skin being stroked, coupled with the pressure on her lower abdomen cradling the heavy genitalia, was overwhelming. When his fingers moved down to stroke her cl-toris, Bea’s vision turned white, and she trembled violently.
All her senses converged on the c******s. Her inner walls contracted, tightly gripping what was inside her. The size and unusual swelling of what invaded her were so immense that, although normally the pressure from her inner walls would stimulate the other, Bea felt more pressure.
“……!”
She couldn’t even moan. Overwhelmed by breath-stealing pleasure and shedding tears, Aseph whispered again in her ear.
“Bea.”
“Hic, huuht.”
His hot breath invaded even her ear canal. His husky voice was intensely sticky.
As Bea’s breath hitched, Aseph pressed his lips at various places on her face, calming her down. Soon, he pressed his forehead onto her shoulder and swallowed his breath deep in his throat.
