Salvation Through Delusion C119

Chapter 119

A warning flickered briefly inside me, but there was no room left for reason. As Tyroc began moving his hips back and forth, his scorching cock rubbed against me from below.

It felt so good it was almost frightening. Without realizing it, I jerked my hips and rolled my ass back into him. The moment I did, he stopped. A wet smack sounded as his lips pulled away.

Ah—why?

Instead of voicing the complaint that rose instinctively, I asked,

“Are you scared?”

His lips curved out of habit, though there wasn’t a trace of amusement in his eyes. Desire burned there too fiercely for anything else to fit.

“You know me well. Just like before, you’ll have to hold me down.”

Should I grab his hand? The memory of Borhumi’s tomb flashed through my mind—but his explanation went in a completely different direction.

“Grip my cock properly with that hole.”

He grabbed himself and rubbed the wet tip against my rear entrance. I must have made a stupid face, because his smile widened, bright and shameless.

“Let’s see how good you are.”

I snapped back coldly—and at the same time, he pushed the rounded head forward, forcing it into me. My body clenched on instinct, my ass tightening hard.

But his tip had already breached the entrance, partially inside. It didn’t feel like much had gone in, yet my breath caught painfully in my chest.

It was nothing like his fingers—my insides felt stuffed to the point of tearing. The pressure alone made it hard to breathe, and I didn’t even notice the sharp gold eyes watching me closely.

“You really act like it’s your first time.”

There was no laughter in his whisper. The seriousness of it sent chills racing over me. He thought I was that notorious Rue—so why ask like that? I twisted my mouth into a grin on purpose.

“Yeah. I’ve never seen a cock this obscenely huge before—hng. You can’t just shove it in while I’m talking.”

The sudden push made me squeeze my eyes shut mid-sentence. It really felt like I was about to split open.

The hot mass stretched me out like an overinflated balloon. The pressure was overwhelming—pain came second.

Honestly, it wasn’t unbearable. Once the initial sting passed, it settled into a deep, aching fullness.

Maybe Dr. Kim was right—maybe Rue’s body really was optimized for situations like this. I still had enough composure left to snap back at his nonsense.

“You’re supposed to put it in while you talk.”

“What kind of bullshit—ngh, ah!”

He pushed in even deeper. I heard him laugh near my ear.

“See? It goes in just fine.”

You—

I barely swallowed the curse. I was only just starting to get used to the size, and the added pressure made my head spin.

How far is this thing even going in? I instinctively tilted my head to look down. There was still more left.

Unbelievable.

“Why don’t we just cut off the rest? Hah—then it’d, ngh, be over faster.”

There was no way for my words to come out nicely. Even though I knew I should be trying to look good, my glare sharpened on its own.

And for once, he looked genuinely pleased by my reaction. His smile lingered as he pushed himself in further.

“Wai—! Ngh.”

I managed to swallow the moan, but stars burst across my vision. Forget the pain—it felt like his cock had reached all the way up my throat.

This size was insane. I was packed so tightly I could feel the thudding pulse of him inside me.

Fuck. I really got pinned.

I glared at him in useless resentment, which of course only made things worse.

He exhaled hotly and lowered his face as if to kiss me. I turned my head fast, but he didn’t mind—his lips brushed my cheek instead.

“So you’re really saying this is your first time?”

“No—hah—just stay still for a second.”

“Relax.”

And with that, he began forcing himself in again.

“Ah—why won’t you lis—ah!”

How much more is there?!

The scream stayed trapped inside me. I couldn’t even speak—there was no air. What made it worse was that the pain was heavy, but still bearable.

I couldn’t see, so I snapped at him irritably.

“Is it all in now?”

Wet lips brushed my ear, and his breath spread over my skin like a chuckle.

“Told you. You really don’t know because it’s your first time.”

“It’s not—!”

Damn it—again, while I was talking.

I turned my head and squeezed my eyes shut. This one was rough. Already filled past my limit, the ache stretched from my entrance all the way up to my navel.

My body trembled as I ground my teeth, fighting to breathe.

At least he wasn’t thrusting yet—just steadily pushing deeper. I refused to feel grateful for that consideration.

“You take it well, even if it’s your first.”

His lips sucked beneath my jaw as he praised me. I hissed back through clenched teeth.

“Of course. I’ve swallowed plenty of cocks before.”

His mouth paused on my neck. For a split second I wondered if he was angry—but that was ridiculous. He knew exactly how notorious Rue was.

I just wasn’t letting him win the verbal spar.

“Hng.”

This time I gasped—not from pain, but surprise. He suddenly pulled out fast.

So much of him had been inside that the withdrawal felt endless, his shaft dragging along my inner walls.

The sensation sent an unexpected jolt through me. My mouth fell open in a soundless cry.

Why does this feel so good? Fuck—this is… really good.

Luckily, he was busy straightening up, so he didn’t see my idiotic expression. But when our eyes met, I realized I wasn’t the only one off.

His gaze was terrifying—smiling at me, yet utterly predatory.

“Then tonight,” he said, hooking my leg over his arm and smiling even wider,

“we’ll eat until the past doesn’t matter anymore. Again and again.”

With that, he drove himself back in, putting his full weight behind it.

“Ah—!”

The crushing fullness stole my breath again. This time he didn’t stop—he forced himself all the way in, prying open my still-tight body by sheer strength.

Slap.

The sound of his hips colliding with my split ass echoed in the room.

The force shoved my body upward, though he held my legs firmly so my head didn’t hit the wall.

Not that I was grateful.

He stayed buried deep inside me, staring straight at my face—and the moment our eyes met, he began to move.

Slowly, shallow thrusts. In, out.

“Ngh… hah…”

I didn’t want to make noise, but every time his hips rolled, my mouth opened on instinct.

Worse, my body started reacting on its own.

His thick head kept pushing into my still-tense insides. Gradually, the pain dulled—and something else took its place.

That heavy weight I’d only thought of as painful began sliding against my walls, sending chills that came and went.

Slap, slap.

Squelch.

Sticky sounds filled the space as fluids spilled down behind me. My body was shamelessly soaking itself, proof of my arousal.

And without realizing it, I clenched around him.

“Taste good?”

His voice was low, stripped of humor, obscene. Matching the way that massive body rolled his hips with practiced ease.

Even in the chaos, I couldn’t look away from the sight below me.

He looked unreal, like a living statue—muscles flexing with every movement, hair shifting. Visually stimulating enough on its own.

“Not bad,” I replied, my voice cracked and unfamiliar.

I met his gaze openly, no attempt to hide my arousal.

I could tell—he was in the same state. Hunger and thirst mixed in his eyes, even as he smiled so brightly.

“You don’t want me to pull out, do you?”

“No, I do want—”

The instant the words left my mouth, he yanked himself out.

I hadn’t realized how sensitive my insides had become. The sudden emptiness made my body spasm violently.

“Hah…!”

“Oh,” he said with delight.

“So you like it when I pull out too.”

He hovered there, fully withdrawn, looking down at me.

And inside me, the space he’d filled twitched helplessly—as if searching for him again.