Try Begging Novel - Chapter 38

“You sent your fiancée away without taking her.”

Leon withdrew his finger and clicked his tongue.

“I’m touched that Jimmy Blanchard Jr. would go to such lengths for me. I’m deeply moved.”

Winston brought up Jimmy again. Guilt and fear, which she had tried to suppress, surged, and Grace bit her lip hard. The torn skin reopened, causing a sharp pain, but it was nothing compared to the agony in her heart.

He tasted the vaginal fluid on the tip of his pinky finger and groaned. To an outsider, he looked like a nobleman savoring the finest wine.

“And to send me a gift that suits my discerning taste. You two seem to know my preferences quite well, even those I didn’t know myself.”

He took a deep breath. He was like a bull about to charge, excited by the color red.

“Though enemies, I must commend your competence.”

Winston’s hand went to the knot of his tie. The black silk tie slid off and was neatly hung on the iron railing at the foot of the bed. Next was the pin securing his shirt collar. He removed the golden pin and placed it tidily on the table at the foot of the bed.

Grace, with her vulva exposed as if on display, helplessly watched Winston undress.

His expression was solemn, like a priest performing a sacred ritual before an important event, but his eyes, looking down at the sacrifice, were utterly vulgar.

His long fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one. As the shirt parted, his chest beneath visibly swelled and deflated.

The shirt, folded neatly in half without a single wrinkle, was hung next to the tie. Next to it, soon, hung his black belt, and as Winston unzipped his trousers, a copper-colored column of flesh sprang out.

His member was erect, its veins throbbing menacingly, as if the previous events had never happened.

Watching the viper twitch, eager to re-enter her body, a soreness welled deep in her throat.

For entirely different reasons, both their breaths grew ragged. Winston, his eyes filled with desire, looked down at Grace and gestured with his eyes towards the space between her parted legs.

“Open it with your own hands.”

The woman glared at him and slowly reached her hand between her legs. Her slender fingers pulled at the folds of flesh, revealing a pink target with a red opening in the center, perfectly angled for penetration.

“How does it feel, you self-proclaimed revolutionary, to spread your vulva with your own hands and beg the enemy to enter you?”

Leon pressed down gently on the woman’s lower abdomen with his palm. He brought his lower body close to the woman’s legs, which were rendered immobile by just one hand. As his hot flesh brushed against her wet folds, the woman stiffened.

“It will hurt.”

He gripped the base of his member, aligning its tip with Grace’s vaginal opening, and warned her. Should she thank him for his gentlemanly warning and offer a kiss? Grace squeezed her eyes shut, trembling.

The pressure subtly pressing down on her vaginal opening already made her gasp for breath. Her lower parts had been excruciatingly sore even with just a finger; how much more would it hurt when that thick mass of flesh entered? It seemed impossible for it to even fit in the first place.

This is torture.

Grace reminded herself how to endure torture. She took deep breaths, repeating the same words to herself as if in a trance.

“Beg.”

She opened her eyes at the sudden command. Winston was looking down at her, as if he would devour her whole at any moment.

“Beg for what? You’re going to do it anyway.”

“If you beg, I might grant it.”

“Didn’t you say you don’t grant every plea?”

“Clever.”

The corner of his mouth curved into a crooked smile. To Grace’s eyes, it was a sneer, but in truth, it was a wistful smile.

Something was missing. He realized that the ‘Sally’ of his imagination had cried out when he violated her. This woman, perhaps having already lost her will to fight, was excessively docile.

“Then say something like this. What my beloved Sally used to say every time she brought me a meal.”

Enjoy your meal, Captain.

“Every time you said that, I wanted to throw you onto the table and devour you ravenously.”

How far would this man go to mock her? Grace snarled through clenched teeth.

“Eat well and go to hell, aah!”

Leon thrust his hips powerfully. The blunt tip slammed into her vaginal opening, tearing the flesh that had been pushing him back.

Both their hips arched backward simultaneously. Their joined lower bodies trembled greatly. The man and woman, at opposite ends of pain and pleasure, contorted their faces and groaned together.

“Ah, it hurts, huk…”

“Ugh, so, haa, tight…”

Her body was already barely able to accommodate him, and now her inner flesh constricted, trying to push out what had barely entered.

“Relax.”

“It hurts! Please stop!”

“Stay still.”

Winston gripped Grace’s waist, which was writhing in pain, and forced his member deeper into her vagina. Her legs, spread to their limit, struggled to escape him.

It was endless. It’s all in now. It’s really all in now. Each time she believed that, the man would thrust his hips down as if to mock her, and the searing path of pain grew longer.

Grace pushed against the man’s chest, who was driving a stake between her legs, and pleaded.

“Please, ah, huk, stop pushing it in.”

But seeing his ecstatic face, she stopped begging.

Right. Begging is useless. The more she begged, the more he would enjoy it, and he would surely thrust that terrible weapon all the way in.

Grace covered her mouth, from which pained groans erupted. He was a man who derived pleasure from the suffering of others. She didn’t want to show him her pain. But that, too, was a futile effort.

Leon thrust his hips each time the muffled screams in the woman’s mouth subsided. Her inner walls, stubbornly resisting like their owner, finally opened wide and accepted the entire intruder.

He groped the gasping vaginal opening, which tightly gripped the thick column of flesh. Its edges were torn and bleeding, resembling the lips that had been sucking him.

He paused his thrusts for a moment. Just observing the trembling woman with his member fully embedded seemed enough to bring him to climax.

When he stopped moving, the woman moved. Her inner walls pushed and pulled at his member, as if bewildered by this first-time invasion.

He might actually come like this.

It was beyond imagination. He hadn’t known the woman’s belly could be so hot. Moreover, as her sticky inner flesh repeatedly sucked at his sensitive spot, he even felt the illusion of his body melting.

“Hmph…”

He stroked her lower abdomen, where his body was embedded, then pressed down firmly. The woman’s body convulsed. When he swung his member, buried deep within her flesh, to familiarize himself with its contours, she shrieked as if electrocuted.

“Huk, stop…”

Her heaving chest, her gasping breaths, her left hand clutching the sheets and trembling, her right hand pushing against his lower abdomen, and her tightly constricting inner walls.

Every reaction the woman showed to his thrusts was utterly lewd.

Leon began to withdraw his member, which he had buried to the root. He had been hasty in inserting it, but he was leisurely in pulling it out.

So that his copper-colored skin would be thoroughly stained with the woman’s blood.

Her mucous membranes, clinging to his flesh, peeled off with a smack. The woman’s body convulsed greatly.

The moment he pulled it all the way out, he felt an emptiness. The woman’s vulva also looked equally empty. The opening, which had been as small as a needle, was now wide open to his thickness. Her bloodshot inner flesh was visibly twitching.

“Haa…”

His heart pounded the moment his gaze fell on the drop of blood clinging to the tip of his glans. He was always aroused by blood, but the ecstasy from the blood that this woman could only shed once in her life was overwhelming.

Leon embraced the weeping woman, crushing her. He tasted the tears at the corners of her eyes with his lips and let out a heated sigh.

The tears, imbued with the pain of being conquered by him, were intoxicatingly sweet.

“Damn it…”

It was a crazy thought to have for a spy and enemy’s daughter who had insulted him, but he even found the woman quite lovely.

Enough to want to tame her and keep her by his side.

This time, he kissed the corner of her mouth, which was torn from sucking his burdensome member, and whispered softly,

“Grace Riddle, you are mine now.”

At that moment, the woman abruptly turned her head, refusing the kiss.

The woman was still deluded. She believed she hadn’t been conquered by him.

There was a long way to go to tame her. Leon was willing, very happily willing, to walk that path.

“Ah, huk!”

His member, which had been outside, plunged into the depths of her vagina in an instant.

“Miss Riddle, how does it feel to have your cherished virginity taken by the disgusting pig of a monarchy you despise?”

Leon Winston was a master of torture. He knew too well how to violate not only Grace’s body but also her soul.

“You weren’t saving it for me, were you? How… regrettable.”

He filled his refined words with only vulgar meanings to mock Grace, and all the while, he thrust his hips like a rutting dog, roughly violating her.