We're Married, After All - Chapter 28
I reached out and gently stroked Danel’s lower abdomen.
How long had it taken for me to become so sensitive that even having my tongue sucked could bring me to the edge? How many nights had this man spent training me? And what had he been thinking while bringing me to climax with nothing but the soft flesh of my mouth?
For now, though… he seems a little worked up.
The beautifully sculpted muscles of his abdomen twitched visibly. Danel clenched his jaw as if trying to suppress something, the ridges of his toned stomach shifting as he took in a sharp breath.
I knew what was coming next. Bracing myself, I spread my trembling legs wide. At the same moment, Danel slipped his fingers into my mouth.
And then, suddenly, everything went black.
“…!”
When I regained awareness, I realized I was biting down hard on the fingers that filled my mouth. The shock of being stretched so quickly by the thick, rounded tip of his member had sent a delayed shiver down my spine.
“Mmm.”
A low groan escaped Danel’s lips. Deep inside me, his length twitched, almost animalistic in its movements.
His long fingers began to tease my tongue, despite the fact that my teeth were pressing down on them. If he felt any pain from my bite, he didn’t show it; his touch remained unbearably gentle, almost melting.
But there was nothing mild about what came next.
“Ah—!”
Before I could even catch my breath, my hips bucked violently. The hook-like head of his s***t raked mercilessly against my sensitive walls as he withdrew, only to push back in with a blunt force that struck my cervix. The sensation scratched, pounded, and overwhelmed.
The alternating sensations—scraping and pounding—poured over me in waves.
“Hah… ugh… ahh…”
Unfinished cries bubbled in the back of my throat. Each time Danel thrust powerfully upward, the world before me crumpled into a distorted mess. The intensity was so overwhelming that I began to question whether what I was feeling could even be called pleasure.
The knuckles of his fingers rubbed against the soft lining of my mouth, sending a strange, raw sensation coursing through me. My muted voice, barely escaping as gasps, seemed to travel down his straight wrist. His breath brushed over my parted lips.
Just as I was distracted by the precision of his hands, another heavy thrust surged through me. The vibration rippling along my spine made me instinctively bite down hard on his fingers. A sharp tingling shot through my lower abdomen.
“Hah…”
Danel exhaled a warm, ragged breath.
I opened my tear-streaked eyes, forcing them to focus. His deep violet gaze fixed steadily on my lips, his expression flushed with a fiery heat.
With another motion, Danel withdrew his hips. The rigid length, heated with excitement, scraped ruthlessly against my inner walls as it pulled out. A shallow climax tore through me, leaving me gasping and moaning helplessly.
“Mm… ah… ngh… mmm…”
The sounds I made seemed to cling to his fingers, disappearing into his movements. His long fingers relentlessly probed inside my mouth, teasing my tongue, the roof of my mouth, and even the gaps between my teeth. The hot sensation spreading down my throat left me dizzy and breathless.
Despite the ferocity with which he worked me, it felt as though Danel’s attention wasn’t even focused on his thrusts. Instead, his full awareness seemed to rest entirely on the fingers exploring my mouth.
In truth, his length wasn’t moving for his own pleasure but solely to stimulate me. Each shallow thrust, which provided neither pleasure nor sensation for him, was calculated to find the spots where I bit down harder on his fingers.
I bit down on Danel’s fingers and screamed, overwhelmed. Every inch of my inner walls felt as if it were melting, leaving me dripping uncontrollably. I could tell something inside me was bound to give out at this rate. The thought terrified me.
Finally, I mustered all my strength and shoved against Danel’s shoulders. When that wasn’t enough, I clawed at his chest and pounded on him with my fists, desperate to escape the endless cycle of deep, consuming pleasure.
But it was useless. No matter what I did, Danel didn’t budge. If anything, the more I struggled, the firmer the fingers in my mouth seemed to press down.
“Mm… ngh… hnnngh…”
The relentless stimulation drove me to another peak. My hypersensitive body thrashed, trying in vain to flee from the surging pleasure. Yet, there was no escaping the grip of the man holding me firmly. His motions only quickened, dragging against the most nerve-filled parts of my inner walls.
As I clung to the edge of overwhelming bliss, a single thought floated through my hazy mind:
This… this isn’t normal…
No matter how I looked at it, Danel wasn’t normal. He reacted to strange things, and the more aroused he became, the more outrageous his actions grew.
At first, I had thought he was simply lost. Other than the s*x education he’d likely received right before the wedding, he wouldn’t have had any opportunity to learn about a woman’s body. I had optimistically assumed that his ignorance left him unsure of what to find arousing and that, with time and experience, he would become more conventional—more typical.
But the truth was the opposite. The more Danel learned, the more he sought out the next, and the next, boundary to push. The more he discovered, the more obscene and depraved his actions became.
