Try Begging Novel - Chapter 40

“Huk, huk…”

“To come while being violated by the enemy. What a pathetic soldier.”

The elite soldier she once was, was no longer there.

Not only had she felt pleasure while being violated by the man she despised, but she had also actively moved her hips, and now she truly felt like a whore.

The shame of being stripped not just physically but mentally was overwhelming. She couldn’t endure it any longer.

I don’t know. I don’t know anymore.

Winston released her limp body, and she collapsed onto the mattress. The column of flesh slid out, scraping her lengthily, and her body convulsed once more.

His member sprang up, scattering fluid everywhere. Clear droplets splattered onto her maid’s uniform and the bedsheets, leaving stains.

“Ugh…”

No sooner had his member withdrawn from the woman’s body than its tip gushed a thick fluid. Leon’s buttocks, which had been hollowed from holding back ejaculation, relaxed.

“Haa…”

A dizzying climax swept through his entire body. His mind, which had been clouded by lust, gradually cleared. Only then did he notice the messy surroundings.

Each time the woman, lying prone as if dead, gasped, her buttocks, which had been pounded by him and lost their pale color, turning pink like raw flesh, twitched convulsively. The semen he had discharged was clotted and stuck in the torn bloomers and the crease of her buttocks.

The vulgar sight made his lower body throb again, and animalistic instincts reared their head.

‘Damn it…’

This troublesome lust. The expectation that it would be surprisingly trivial after one filthy romp was a complete delusion.

His mind grew clouded again in an instant.

Grace, who had been caught off guard, thinking it was finally over, flinched and trembled. Winston fastened a belt around her neck. He tugged it like a dog leash, pulling Grace up, and commanded,

“Suck.”

Before her eyes, his member stood stiffly erect.

Why won’t it die?

As she looked at him with disgust, Winston cleanly wiped the semen and fluid from his member with her apron.

“Suck out everything that’s pooled inside with your mouth. If I put it back in like this, you’ll give birth to my child in a detention camp nine months from now. I wonder if little Jimmy would willingly raise it.”

Angel? She must be crazy.

Even if all the angels in the world fell, they would be kinder than him.

Grace twisted his member, as if to strangle herself for having such absurd thoughts during her climax.

She put her lips to the opening, which was still gasping and slowly oozing thick fluid. She merely sucked it like a straw and cleanly licked the crevices with her tongue, simply to avoid bearing the devil’s child, but he closed his eyes and groaned. She wanted to bite the hand that stroked her face as if praising her.

“Swallow.”

He did not permit her to spit.

“Get on all fours.”

The moment she obeyed, the hot column of flesh plunged into her still-open vaginal opening. Winston pulled the end of the belt around Grace’s neck like a dog leash and slapped her buttocks, making a harsh smack sound.

“Ah!”

“Wiggle. Like a rutting bitch.”

It was he who was truly rutting. He ejaculated multiple times, only to become erect again immediately. The intercourse, no different from animal mating, continued without pause.

She didn’t know how many times she had sucked out the remaining semen from his mouth. By then, it wasn’t even disgusting anymore. She had lost count after the tenth or so time she had experienced humiliating climaxes.

As she was shaken beneath the beast, her vision swimming, she recalled the scandalous tabloid article she had seen on the train about a year ago, on her way to Winston. It said lions mate up to 100 times a day during their rut.

Suddenly, she remembered that his name meant lion and let out a small laugh. Laughing while being raped. She was out of her mind.

Winston seemed out of his mind too. His unfocused eyes made him look like someone high on drugs.

The man who had always been so precise was disheveled.

With the face of a refined and dignified nobleman, he spewed vulgar words at Grace that only back-alley thugs would use. Grace was quite surprised, as Winston had never used vulgar expressions, no matter how low the content.

That wasn’t the end of his uncharacteristic behavior for the Leon Winston she knew. The most trusted vanguard of the royal family’s anti-revolutionary forces, the epitome of an arrogant nobleman, and Camden’s cruel vampire, ravenously sucked at the woman’s breasts, making even crude sounds.

Moreover, he would even sandwich his monstrous member between her breasts and thrust, then ejaculate on her face and…

“Beautiful.”

He whispered tenderly, as if to a lover, and pressed the tip of his member to her mouth.

How had a man who never even hid a dirty magazine under his bed suddenly turned into a sex fiend? Grace asked herself again.

‘Did I meet a monster, or create one?’

The beast’s thrusts continued even after the female lost consciousness. How many times had she woken from a nightmare only to realize she was in an even more terrifying one, sobbing?

“Huk, huk…”

As Grace’s cries grew hoarser, he continued to thrust, even feeding her water by mouth.

Her tired gaze fell on Winston’s left hand, which gripped her right breast. Was it her trembling, or his wristwatch? She struggled to focus and see the time, then groaned.

“Winston, please…”

When he had laid her on this bed, the hour hand of his wristwatch had been at 6. But now, the distance between the hour hand and the number 6 was as wide as Grace’s legs.

Even just passively enduring was now exhausting. Grace couldn’t bear it any longer and pleaded weakly.

“Stop… You’ve done enough…”

“Enough? Is there such a thing?”

Winston muttered, sucking on her swollen, aching nipples.

Grace mustered what little strength she had left and tightened her lower abdomen. Giving pleasure to the man who was violating her was a miserable act, but she wanted to escape, even if it meant doing this.

“Haa, so you finally remembered your mission, did you?”

He seemed pleased that Grace was clenching and sucking his member, and he let out rough groans, accelerating his thrusts.

Just this afternoon, Grace had known nothing about a man’s body. But sadly, in just a few hours, she had come to know exactly what kind of face Leon Winston made just before climaxing.

‘Just a little more…’

How many times did she rapidly contract and release her inner flesh, even swaying her hips, two or three times? Winston embraced her, crushing her, and let out a strangled groan near her ear.

“Haa, ugh…”

His well-built body, embracing Grace, trembled slightly. Leon Winston in this moment was so vulnerable that she felt she could easily kill him. If only she weren’t pinned beneath him, unable to move.

He suddenly released his arms and pulled away. As his member slid out, Winston gripped Grace’s ankles and spread them wide.

The flesh that had been caught in her vaginal opening came out with a smack and shot upwards. Leon gripped his wet member and, after placing the woman’s clitoris between the folds of his glans, finally released the tension in his lower abdomen.

“Hmph…”

“Hoo…”

A sticky, wax-like mass slid through the reddened folds of flesh. Though outside, ejaculating into the woman’s swamp-like vulva felt quite relieving.

How many climaxes had he felt? The pleasure he had known until now was no pleasure at all.

He felt a sense of liberation, as if the shackles that had bound his ankles for life had been removed, yet at the same time, a disturbing feeling, as if new shackles had been fastened in their place.

The more he did it, the less his reason returned; instead, it was being eroded. Just moments ago, he had almost ejaculated into her cervix, unable to resist the urges that had plagued him all night, only regaining his senses at the last moment.

And even then, he had done something quite dangerous.

Now, a white mass plopped into her vaginal opening, which was stretched to his thickness and wouldn’t close. He scraped it out with his hand and clicked his tongue.

‘Reproductive urge. I’m no different from a beast.’

Was it the woman’s scent that kept making him lose his reason? Leon collapsed onto the woman, who smelled of blood, sweat, and his semen.

“Haa, Grace Riddle. You smell good.”

He didn’t get up for quite some time. Grace had to endure the aftershocks, pinned beneath the well-trained soldier’s body.

After enduring a few dizzying kisses and a few hand plays that made her let out cries with her hoarse voice, Winston finally got up.

“Stay still.”

He tied Grace to the bed railing with a rope and headed to the torture chamber’s attached bathroom. The sound of water indicated he was showering.