Try Begging Novel - Chapter 78

Smack.

“H-huh, don’t… do that…”

The woman particularly disliked breast sucking. But wasn’t that all the more reason to do it? He sucked and sucked her nipple until the milky flesh beyond the areola was drenched with his saliva, and her cheeks were equally wet.

Leon finally lifted his head after a long time, spitting out the hardened flesh. Her breast bore the deep marks of his hand. Her nipple was swollen and burst from his saliva. The woman covered her eyes with the back of her hand, sniffling. It was enough to ignite his sadism.

“H-ha!”

He turned her onto her side and lay spooned behind her. His penis, which had been embedded in her vulva, stirred once inside her, and the woman convulsed violently. Leon, spooned with her lower body like nested spoons, lay side by side and intensified his thrusts.

“Ah, ah-h-h! Slowly!”

He couldn’t fully insert his penis, but it was an even more demanding position for the woman. As expected. Each time he pulled out long and thrust in hard, the woman shrieked and convulsed. Leon relentlessly moved his hips and slipped his hand between her neatly joined thighs.

“Ah-h-h!”

The moment his hand touched her clitoris, her body sprang up. His hand, which had been caressing the moist nodule, spread her thigh wide. Leon hooked her thigh over his own, preventing her from closing her legs, and then took her hand, which had been limply resting on the sheet.

“Gasp!”

The moment his hand touched the widely parted folds of her flesh, the woman trembled again.

“Touch it. As I taught you.”

He placed his hand over hers and slowly rotated it. At first, the woman struggled to pull her hand away, but soon she became docile. Of course, only her hand became docile; the more he rolled her clitoris, the more her sweat-slicked body convulsed spasmodically.

Leon slowly withdrew his hand. He propped his head with one hand, gently swayed his hips, and looked down at the woman, letting out a small laugh.

“No… I’m so tired.”

But now, without being forced, the woman was rolling her clitoris with her own hand. As the fluid dried, she even caressed the junction where his penis gripped her. He deliberately thrust deep, and the woman herself applied the overflowing fluid from their joined parts to her dry clitoris. Now, she was truly enjoying it.

“Ah, ah-h-h…”

“That’s right. Good girl.”

Leon dotted kisses from her cheek to her neck, as she continued to move her hand with unfocused eyes.

“You’re good at it now.”

Each time her fingertips skillfully caressed the outside, her insides tightened. Her soft inner flesh suddenly became taut, pressing against his penis, and his composure to tease her vanished. He thrust the tip of his penis hard against her fingertips. As her body was helplessly pushed back by his rough thrusts, Leon wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“Haa…”

“Mmm… H-huh!”

Each time the stone-hard column plunged deep into her soft flesh, her inner walls, which gripped his penis, and her thighs, which rested on his legs, convulsed violently. Was she afraid of the overwhelming pleasure? The woman removed her hand from her clitoris. Her raised fingertips trembled.

Leon removed her hand and covered the spot with his own. As his thick fingertips began to ruthlessly rub her clitoris, the woman twisted her entire body, struggling desperately to pull his hand away.

“Ah, there, h-huh, no…”

But before she could even finish saying ‘no,’ she reached climax.

“H-huh!”

Thud, the column plunged in, and her inner flesh gripped it tightly. The woman’s raised legs trembled as if she’d been electrocuted.

“Ah-h-h…”

Leon whispered into the ear of the woman, who was curled up and sniffling. “Does it feel good? You’ve completely lost your mind.”

“Stop… Please, h-huh, stop…”

Only after the woman pleaded three or four more times did he remove his hand from her vulva. His wet hand moved upwards. He ran his palm up her smooth, firm lower belly and traced the outline of her slender waist with his knuckles. The sensation of her raised goosebumps gently tickling his skin was pleasant.

The woman, whose body was so sensitive that she trembled as if she would die at the slightest breath, asked in a weary voice, “Mmm… Is it not over yet?”

A captive, yet she spoke so impertinently. And if she asked with a nasal voice and flirtation, who would want to end it?

Leon gripped her sweat-beaded breasts with both hands and began to thrust his hips.

“Ah, ah-h-h… Stop…”

“Haa… You’re the one who needs to stop sucking.”

Even when he stopped thrusting, her bumpy inner flesh continued to embrace and rub against his penis tightly. It pressed, squeezed, and kneaded. Not only that, it clung stickily to the column, pulling at his foreskin.

The friction, combined with their boiling blood, instantly raised a scorching heat within the joined folds of flesh. His penis became hot as if on fire, and he felt suffocated. The woman, too, seemed to be climaxing, as her inner flesh tightened, gripping his hard flesh tightly. In that moment, Leon’s neatly furrowed brow crumpled. He had no intention of finishing early, but he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Ugh…”

He spread his large hand wide and gripped her lower belly. He pulled so hard that her flat stomach indented under his hand, and only after thrusting his penis deep into the end of her vagina did Leon release the tension in his lower body.

“Haa…”

The bodily fluid trapped in his lower belly surged through the open passage, pouring into the deepest part of her womb. That fact alone made him feel like he could climax again. Leon looked down at the woman sprawled in his arms, his eyes hazy with heat. The woman was gasping for breath, her head resting on his shoulder. He gazed at her parted lips, then lowered his head.

As he joined with her, mingling flesh from top to bottom, he thought, It wouldn’t be bad to stay stuck to her like a dog.

Extreme pleasure melted reason into nothingness. Reason did not return for quite some time. He kept his body deeply buried in her womb, subtly moving his hips. Like an animal marking its territory, he smeared and pushed his bodily fluid into her deepest parts.

Then, the moment the rim of his glans caught on the edge of the pessary, reason returned. Leon pressed the cap, which covered her cervix, with the tip of his penis, then withdrew his hips. His penis, still long and hard despite having lost considerable power, sprang out forcefully, spraying milky fluid onto her thighs.

He immediately got up and laid the woman flat. Then, admiring the parted slit between her legs, which she had closed without permission, was the second moment he eagerly anticipated. The sight of her lips-like swollen inner flesh, holding a full load of semen resembling condensed milk in consistency and color, was a spectacle. Each time her climax-drunk vaginal opening quivered, clumps of soft fluid dripped onto the white sheet.

Leon cast his gaze beyond her clearly ravaged vulva. He watched her heaving chest and her face, which had lost all will to fight, then exhaled slowly. She was the one who ate so much, but why do I feel full?

He carefully caressed the area around her vaginal opening with his fingertips, making sure no semen leaked out. His other hand gently rubbed her damp lower belly. The place that was once a sanctuary for the next heir of the Blanchard ‘dynasty’ now held his, the monarchy’s pig’s, seed. He felt the exhilaration of conquest. It was a moment that would make a soldier’s blood boil.

“Beautiful.”

He kissed her adorable lips, which were muttering, “Pervert, disgusting,” and whispered, “You’re the only woman for whom I didn’t regret the jewels.”

To an outsider, it might have sounded like a romantic confession.