Chapter 5
Chapter 5. Game Start?
As the man’s c*ck pounded the entrance of her c*rvix and pulled out, her inner walls would stick and writhe as if squeezing him. As if begging him not to leave, but to penetrate even deeper.
Silas let out a deeply satisfied laugh.
“I wondered why I got married, but it seems I really love doing this with you.”
“Nhhk! Hm!”
“Or is there another reason?”
She had no mind to think of another reason. Rachel whimpered in pl*asure, shaking her head. Silas thrust his hips even more roughly.
Rachel unconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling herself closer. Her lower back trembled slightly as her opening tightened and loosened, gradually becoming accustomed to the pl*asure he was giving her.
The wide head of his c*ck scooped up the fl*id pooled inside, and the excess flowed out through the narrow gap at the entrance, soaking the sheets.
“Haa. You’re squeezing so tight. Do you know? You’re clenching as if you’re going to break my c*ck.”
“Ngh, ah, ah! Th-this… is strange… ugh!”
Rachel had never felt this sensation before. Not since she had been transmigrated, nor before.
She had never even known such a feeling existed, let alone experienced it. Each time he pushed in and pulled out, her body would heat up as if a small spark ignited within, only to be cooled by the chilly air on her skin.
Every sensation, where the burning heat felt so sweet, was simply intoxicating.
“You must have meant ‘good’.”
Silas bent down and kissed her neck. As he exhaled roughly and laughed softly, his warm breath felt as though it was branded onto her skin.
He put more force into his hips, pressing down on Rachel’s lower body, and an even greater ecstasy enveloped her. Each time his thick p*nis pressed against her sensitive points and plunged in, Rachel’s ragged breaths grew wilder.
Her entire body melted with heat. The low, guttural moans he made in his throat made her even more sensitive.
Her mind, soaked in pl*asure, was growing hazy, but the sensations felt even more vivid. Rachel tried to stay grounded and endure, but it was impossible to fight against the rapturous pl*asure that kept coming to her.
“Hahhk! Ah…! Ah! St-stop…! Ah!”
The man’s thrusts gained even more speed and force. Rachel’s hands, which were gripping the bedsheet, turned white, and her body, unable to bear it any longer, began to convulse down to her toes. A sensation, as if something was exploding from within her, spread throughout her entire body.
Rachel couldn’t gather her thoughts, overwhelmed by a sensation far greater than anything she had ever felt. Yet, Silas continued to thrust his hips.
“Why? Did you think I’d stop just because you told me to?”
With a smile on his face, as if nothing was wrong, the man continued to thrust his hips. Her sensitive v*gina, which had just reached its cl*max, twitched and nibbled at his p*nis.
“Your face is melting, and you’re clenching so hard… You have no credibility.”
He wasn’t going to stop anyway.
Rachel’s moans broke off several times. She writhed and tried to escape the overwhelmingly pleasurable pain, but Silas easily overpowered her, pulling her into his embrace and trapping her within his arms so she couldn’t run away.
“Are you going to have all the fun and run away by yourself?”
“Hah, ahk…! Aaaah…! Ah!”
Rachel’s mind turned completely white. Trapped in the man’s arms, she had nowhere to run and could only feel the waves of pl*asure crashing over her, one after another.
Even as she struggled to breathe, the pl*asure intensified, and she was confused whether her body was melting or floating away.
Silas ruthlessly thrust his wildly engorged p*nis into the small body he held. No, it only appeared that way. He was actually seeking out and crushing the spots where her inner walls squeezed his c*ck the hardest.
He continued to thrust roughly, ravishing her body again and again as she reached cl*max multiple times. Until everything inside her was poured out.
“Ah…!”
The man thrust his thick p*nis deep into the woman’s most private depths, where she was in a state of ecstasy, unable to even moan. The act, which felt as if it would last forever, finally ended when he stopped all movement, exhaling a rough breath.
His thick thighs tensed, and a thick l*quid spurted from the tip, filling Rachel’s insides.
‘Is it over…?’
Rachel had no strength left in her body. Her limbs, which were limp from the immense pl*asure that stimulated every nerve ending, could only manage to catch her breath.
Silas slowly rose and pulled his hips back. She could feel the l*quid spilling out of her and running down her perineum. The man, whose eyes still held a lingering heat from the first time he looked at her, smiled faintly.
“I look forward to our future, honey.”
“…Yes.”
It seemed Silas wouldn’t kill Rachel right away. At the very least, he called her “honey” and caressed her with a gentle touch.
Compared to when he had a knife in his hand and locked her in a cage, this was a great improvement. Rachel let out a sigh of relief.
‘Am I safe? Can I call this “safe”?’
Whether it was from her tension finally releasing or from exhaustion after the strenuous s*x, her eyelids grew heavy. But the man’s large hand, which had been gently stroking his wife’s skin, suddenly grabbed her pelvis.
He then plunged his c*ck back into her, into the opening where his s*men was still leaking out.
“Hahhk! Wh-why…”
“We just met again after so long. There’s no way I’d be satisfied with just one time, right?”
Silas shattered Rachel’s fleeting hope, lifting her into his arms. As she was suddenly hoisted onto his thick thighs, he pushed even deeper than before.
It felt as though her insides were being pushed up, but all that escaped her lips were moans.
Strangely, her body, which she thought was already exhausted, subconsciously tensed her lower half and squeezed his p*nis as the pl*asure returned.
“Maybe we really are a married couple? Seeing how much you want this too.”
Silas chuckled, grabbed her pelvis, and began to thrust his hips.
It was the beginning of a long night.
