Salvation Through Delusion C120

Chapter 120

A moment ago, I wanted to go back to when he had me pinned down so tightly I couldn’t move at all. Without realizing it, my gaze dropped to his center.

The tip of that dark weapon twitched in midair, slick and shining with fluids. Then I heard a single word.

“Please.”

“What?”

“Say it. Say please.”

“……”

I didn’t bother asking what he wanted me to say please for. Even without him explaining, it was obvious. I glared at him anyway, knowing full well it wouldn’t work.

As if he’d reached his limit, he curved his lips slowly and grabbed his cock, bringing it back to my rear. When he rubbed the wet, hot tip straight against my entrance, just that contact made my body flinch.

“Go on.”

“Why would I—hah—do that?”

“Because I’m kneeling like this.”

As if he hadn’t just knelt down to get himself inside me more easily. It was ridiculous, but maybe I’d gotten used to his shamelessness by now. The retort came easily.

“If you want to hear it that badly—hah—then you say please too, Your Grace.”

“Please.”

Even if he was joking, how could he say it so easily—? I was dumbfounded, then swallowed my complaint when I saw his serious eyes. If he looked at me like that, I might actually mistake it for sincerity. Like he was desperate to have me.

When I hesitated and didn’t answer, he slid the head in just a little, a warning. The rounded tip spread the wrinkled entrance as it pressed inside, and already my lower belly tingled impatiently.

“Hah…”

A deep breath slipped out of me. My twitching rear clenched as if complaining about the emptiness inside.

“Rue, what do you want from me?”

“What do you think—hah—fuck me hard.”

The word please, the one he wanted, was mumbled vaguely under my breath, but he didn’t seem to care. Before I even finished, he slammed into me just as I’d asked.

My whole body jolted from the impact. But as his cock surged violently inside and filled me up completely, my heart raced with satisfaction.

I spread my legs wider on my own to make it easier for him. As if he’d been waiting for it, he pressed down on the insides of my knees and drove his lower body forward. His massive weapon crashed in again and again, right to the hilt.

“Uhn—ah!”

Slap, slap.

It was suffocatingly full, yet unbelievably satisfying. The speed and force were perfect. Even as I was being shaken senseless, my body began to move with his, my hips lifting instinctively. That numb, electric feeling in my lower belly started piling up layer by layer.

“Ah—ah!”

The narrow cot couldn’t take it anymore and began to creak and squeal along with me. Skin-on-skin friction—bare, no barrier—made me want to cry out more, more.

Every time his cock brushed my insides, my lower belly tightened. Deep inside, something began to throb sharply.

An ah slipped out like a sigh, and he caught onto that spot as if by instinct.

“Every time I hit here, you—hah—clamp down real tight.”

He thrust hard once, then paused. A buzzing sensation swelled inside my rear where I’d been clenching so hard.

My thighs trembled. I squeezed my eyes shut as if trying to endure it, grabbing onto whatever my hands could reach.

“Didn’t you ask me to grab your cock—please?”

“Yeah. Please.”

Despite the playful answer, his body turned downright aggressive as he slammed back in.

Thud!

The sound of flesh colliding joined the noise. His cock split me open, pushing my inner flesh up when it went in and dragging it down again when it pulled out.

The stronger it got, the bigger the pleasure grew. When I tightened reflexively, Tyroc let out a heated gasp.

“Hah—grips well.”

“Hah—I’m good at everything.”

I couldn’t see him clearly as I was being tossed around, but I could picture the smile on his face. He sped up as if he’d fully ridden the wave of arousal.

Now he kept half his cock buried inside me, thrusting short and fast, pounding endlessly.

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

With the depth shallower, instead of skin slapping, obscene wet sounds filled the air. There was so much fluid spilling from me it was embarrassing.

The human body adapts frighteningly well. My insides had already gone soft and pliant, the pressure from his size completely gone.

Instead, every time he pushed deep enough to scrape that sensitive spot, tiny fireworks exploded in my head—again and again, dozens, hundreds of times. My moans spilled out like breath now, impossible to stop.

“Ah—ngh—ah…!”

“Hah, hah.”

Even his breathing grew ragged as he kept moving his hips without pause.

If I’d been sane, I might’ve admired how he maintained that power and speed without tiring—but being the one getting fucked left no room for thought. The tightening ache in my lower belly numbed even my head.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

I shook like a paper doll under the force battering my ass, overwhelmed by pleasure to the point my eyes stung with tears. The bed screamed as it rocked, on the verge of breaking, but all I could cling to was the frame.

In the middle of it all, my own cock—standing rigid on its own—spurted hot fluid uncontrollably. My rear, mashed and melted by his weapon, clenched down hard around him.

“Hah!”

Tyroc let out a short laugh of pure exhilaration. His eyes gleamed wildly with pleasure, almost mad. Meanwhile, I twisted helplessly, forcing myself to gulp in air I couldn’t catch.

“Ngh—!”

He grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the bed, snarling,

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I couldn’t endure the stimulation anymore. The sparks of pleasure inside me now detonated nonstop.

“Hah—ngh! Ah—hah—sto—ah!”

I couldn’t even get the word stop out through my panting. And that sharp bastard definitely understood—but instead, he drove me harder.

“So—hah—I’m worth eating, right?”

His taunt mixed with wet sounds and ragged breathing. I turned my head away, unable even to glare, closing my eyes and gasping as I tried to escape the sensation.

But he didn’t let me. His hand suddenly grabbed my chin and forced my face forward.

“You should look properly—hah—at whose cock you’re eating, Rue.”

As if that weren’t enough, he slammed his hips harder. My rear had gone numb by now, sensation completely blown out. All that remained was the pleasure stacking explosively in my belly and cock.

“Ah—ngh! Ah!”

“Hah—open your eyes.”

At the low command, I obeyed instinctively. Golden eyes flared the moment I looked at him. Just being watched by me seemed to excite him further; his gaze burned.

It was like liquid gold set ablaze—beautiful enough to be terrifying. And for me, it was a bad sign.

He unhooked my legs from his waist, slung them over his shoulders, and started pounding even closer. Each thrust targeted that aching, tingling spot deep inside, pressing into it again and again with precise cruelty.

Pleasure crashed over me like pain. I tried to twist away again, but his grip held me fast.

“Ah—ngh—ah… ah!”

Slap! Slap!

Creeeak—

“Hah, hah, hah.”

No matter how violently I convulsed, the massive body pinning me down never stopped moving.

I’d already come more times than I could count, yet the relentless thrusting kept dragging pleasure out of me. At the same time, a new fear crept in—that this might never end.

I was suffocating. The accelerating pace, the way his cock felt heavier and harder as it drove toward its peak.

Before he finished, I felt like my body would break first. My shoulders shook uncontrollably.

Moans that were closer to sobs poured out nonstop. Then an orgasm so intense it turned my vision white swallowed me whole.

“Ah—ngh—ah!”

Even with nothing left to give, my cock spasmed again, clenching brutally around him. Above me, Tyroc snarled, thrusting sharply as if sprinting to the finish.

Thud, thud, thud!

Then he buried himself deep inside me, his lower body shuddering. I felt something hot spread inside—but I couldn’t even fully process that he’d come in me.

One round—and this much? That’s insane…

Huh? My limp body suddenly twitched, tightening again. Tyroc spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist, beginning to rock his hips slowly once more.

“What are you—mmph!”

My protest was swallowed by his lips.

“Hah, Rue, hah.”

The sound of him saying my name echoed. I’d gotten used to that name since coming here, but for some reason, this was the first time it felt like it truly belonged to me.

And that realization came with dread.

Not just because I sensed a second round—but because I knew he wouldn’t let me go until morning.

And I was right.

By the time I passed out under him and woke again at dawn…

He was still moving on top of me.

The place had changed—inside the mansion now. I had no idea when we’d gotten there. I couldn’t ask. He was already fucking me.

I slept again, woke again—to him behind me, cock buried deep.

When I woke with something sweet flooding my mouth, he had me straddling him, forcing me to ride him.

Kissing. Eating. Sleeping.

That insane fucking never stopped.

Fuck. That bastard is insane.