Salvation Through Delusion C128

Chapter 128

The one who never knew how to be satisfied pressed me down onto the bed and urged me on, all the while stripping off my clothes with practiced ease. Had those few thin layers of fabric truly protected me so reliably?

Each garment removed let in air cold enough to raise goosebumps. Yet the tremor in my body came not from the chill, but from anticipation.

He knelt between my legs, undressing himself. Though I hadn’t witnessed this moment many times, it felt like untying the ribbon on a gift.

A beautiful body was, undeniably, an extraordinary present. Even the conqueror’s arrogance with which he stared down at me suited him like another adornment.

“You should say what you want from me.”

“…Just put it in already, Tyroc. Please.”

I dropped the honorific impulsively. Whether I was seducing him or stepping willingly into his snare was impossible to tell.

His lips curved in satisfaction as he spread my thighs and moved close. Even if I tried not to look, the massive erection rising from his abdomen loomed like a weapon. Its tip already glistened, slick with arousal. Seeing proof of his excitement made my body tighten on its own.

My insides, already familiar with that scorching intrusion, trembled between fear and expectation, sending a sharp ache through my lower belly. Clear fluid had already seeped out, soaking the sheets beneath me.

I knew it was a natural response to arousal, yet it felt as though my shame was spilling out with it. It was evidence of how desperately I wanted him.

So when his finger slid into my wet entrance, my hips twisted like a fish thrown onto dry land. A jolt shot through my lower abdomen like electricity.

“Ah—damn…”

This body was the problem. How could a single finger provoke such intensity? As he gently loosened me from within, he asked,

“You didn’t do it alone?”

“You told me not to…”

“You wanted to, but held back?”

“….”

There were times I had. Whenever I remembered the weight of him covering me in bed, my body tightened instinctively, blood rushing forward. But I missed the moment to deny it.

And as he impatiently added a second finger, thrusting deeper, I had no room to respond anyway. I could only breathe in ragged bursts and ask bluntly,

“What about you, Your Grace?”

“I held back.”

“How much?”

“Every moment.”

I paused my breathing. His hoarse confession followed.

“Even when I was cutting down monsters, thinking of you made my cock hard.”

My heart dropped heavily. It sounded too real—too sincere. My eyes trembled with unease.

Fortunately, he didn’t notice, focused instead on watching my body take his fingers. He pressed and spread my slick interior, then suddenly pushed against a certain spot.

“Ah!”

“Even that muffled moan of yours never left me—it lingered like a phantom.”

“Ha—wait, ah!”

He struck the sensitive point again and again, forcing my upper body into a deep arch. Sparks burst through me, reaching the crown of my head.

Though my eyes were squeezed shut, I could feel his gaze fixed on me, obsessively tracking every movement. When I gasped for breath, I heard his laughter thick with desire.

“I endured until my cock hurt… just imagining filling you.”

He withdrew his fingers and guided his erection to my rear. The moment the hot, slick head touched me, my body flinched and tightened.

Anticipation stole my breath. No matter how prepared I was, taking his immense size always came with pain.

This time was no different. As the head forced its way in, spreading me open, a dull ache radiated through my pelvis as if it might split apart.

“Ugh…”

Instinctively, I tried to twist away, but his hand locked me in place like a nail driven into wood. Without stopping, he kept pushing deeper, deeper.

“Ha—wait… please… ngh…”

I barely managed the plea, but he ignored it. His slow, relentless thrusting threatened to tear a scream from my throat.

The pressure filling my abdomen choked my breath. When I finally forced my eyes open, my vision swam. Only then did I realize tears had gathered from the pain—but there was no room for embarrassment.

“Wait—ngh—wait!”

I shoved at him, but he only answered with a short laugh. When I looked up properly, I met his gaze.

His golden eyes burned with excitement at my suffering. A cold shiver ran through me at that expression.

And yet, wasn’t it absurd? Even as fear stirred, a strange thrill bloomed alongside it. Damn it… I fit too well with this man.

I glared at him with wordless resentment. His smile only deepened.

“You’re the one greedily taking me in.”

I wanted to argue—to claim it was just tension and the pounding pulse. But I knew better.

Even through the pain of being stretched so full, my body spasmed around him in reflex. Still, admitting that would bruise my pride.

“Ha… ngh… maybe I should just cut it off.”

At my bluff, his lips curved darkly. Then he used a cheat. His hand wrapped around my erection.

A sharp gasp tore from me. I instinctively tried to pull his hand away.

“Wait—just—ngh…!”

But I couldn’t stop him from stroking me. At the same time, he resumed pushing forward.

This time he drove in without mercy, filling me completely. It felt like a rigid rod stirring my insides. The earlier pain had been nothing.

Fuck—how is something this big… I cursed him silently with my eyes.

“Hah.”

He laughed softly, genuinely entertained.

“You like them big.”

“No—ha… I don’t care about size…”

Focused on breathing, I didn’t question why he paused. I didn’t realize I’d said something wrong. Only when the silence stretched did I look up—and his eyes glinted darkly.

“…That’s how you usually are?”

“Yes, so pull it out a bit—ngh! Wasn’t it already all the way in?”

“It is. Relax. You’re the only one suffering.”

I knew he was right. But like always, it took time to adjust.

And as always, beyond the pain waited pleasure intense enough to scatter my thoughts. After driving himself fully inside, he withdrew.

I should have breathed first, but my body twitched eagerly instead. I could no longer excuse it as reflex.

The dragging sensation as he slid out sent shivers across my skin, pooling as a tingling heat in my lower belly.

Without realizing it, I spread my legs further and rolled my hips. His large hand brushed my hair back in approval.

“Breathe.”

I inhaled deeply at his command. He entered me again, beginning a slow rhythm.

Though still overwhelming, my body gradually relaxed, finding the direction of pleasure.

“Ah… ha… ha…”

Each time he filled me, a restless itch built inside—one only his deep thrusts could scratch away.

As the pain faded, impatience took its place. I braced myself with each movement, meeting him rather than retreating.

“Ah! Ha… ngh…”

Lewd sounds spilled from my lips with every thrust. Even amid the chaos, my reactions drew harsher breaths from him, his hips moving faster.

We were swept away by the mounting sensations, reduced to nothing but breath and instinct, like it was our first time.

Slap. Slap.

The wet sounds of our bodies colliding echoed obscenely, reminding me again and again what we were doing. At some point, we both lost restraint.

I cried out without shame, voice breaking into near screams, while he drove into me with force I could barely withstand.

Then he buried himself deep inside and trembled, releasing thick heat within me. From beginning to end, the moment belonged to him.

Even after I’d climaxed, my body shuddering, I couldn’t rest until he finished.

Only when the weight pressing me down finally eased did my strength drain away. But before I could even catch my breath, Tyroc gripped beneath my arms and hauled me upright.