Camellia 64

Whether he understood his husband’s discomfort or not, the bride, consumed by lust, raised his glowing, inhuman eyes and slid his fingers toward the hole.

His fingertips pressed firmly against the swollen entrance, puffy and sore from relentless sucking and biting. It had been thoroughly wet with spit, yet the hole didn’t stretch open. Instead, it puckered tighter around the center. It was an unbelievably stubborn entrance. And he wanted so badly to get inside.

A long index finger plunged in hard, as if to punish it. A suppressed moan slipped out.

“Ugh…”

Untouched flesh, never before penetrated, was forcefully stuffed. The clean-trimmed nail sank in, followed by each knuckle, pushed slowly deeper. The trembling entrance clenched tight.

As the inner walls spasmed, warm saliva filled Seolyeong’s mouth. He gulped it down like a man staring at a feast.

“…It’s warm.”

The tight inner muscles clung hot around his finger. Hard to believe such a hot and cozy space existed in the body of someone with skin as cold as a snake.

Without another word, Seolyeong started moving his finger. He pulled back and thrust forward in rhythmic motion, the sound of flesh parting echoed from the hole.

“I think I can fit two.”

His middle finger followed, piercing deep beneath the index. He shoved them in so far the knuckles disappeared, and the perineum trembled violently.

Still holding one cheek apart with his free hand, Seolyeong tilted his head back suddenly and let out a heavy sigh.

“Haa…”

He stared at the ceiling, trying to suppress the impulse.

What he really wanted was to claw at that smooth perineum with his nails. To scrape it until it turned berry-red or twist it until it swelled tight.

It wasn’t written anywhere in the Demonic Book, but sex between blood fiends was savage and brutal. When they craved each other, they didn’t touch with gentle hands filled with affection or tenderness like humans.

Sex among blood fiends was an act of invasion and plunder. They equated pain with pleasure and preferred cruelty over moderation.

“Ugh…”

Overcome by instinct, Seolyeong was already pounding in three fingers, scraping them around.

He didn’t just scissor the hole open. He shoved in deep and pounded from inside over and over, his motions driven by raw passion.

When he rubbed the damp inner wall in circles, like dragging fingers through heavy breath, the sect leader let out a ragged moan.

“Hnngh… nngh…!”

“Does it feel good?”

It was just a perfunctory question. Whether the sect leader was enjoying having his hole dug into or not, Seolyeong didn’t care in the slightest.

The one who started this was the sect leader. So it was only right he be the one to endure it, Seolyeong thought blandly.

“It seems to have loosen up a bit.”

His fingers sank deep into the soft flesh. As he scraped the walls and dragged them out, his husband’s lean waist twisted at an angle.

“What? You want more?”

“Haa…!”

To meet that unspoken demand, Seolyeong rammed the three fingers back in, even harder than before. The slap of crushing flesh rang out.

“Right. I have to control the pressure.”

He muttered absently and clicked his tongue. Then, as if it couldn’t be helped, he began moving lazily inside. He poked and prodded every inch of the inner walls, which clung to him like they were purring, trying not to show how good it felt.

Somehow, that made the whole thing even more annoying.

“Why are you being so proud?”

“Nngh… ugh…”

“Even while being violated, you still won’t let go of your pride?”

Normally, he would have ignored it even if he noticed, but now that urge to dominate surged through him. A rage that came from being trampled and violated by this very man.

With ruthless and persistent thrusts, Seolyeong carried out his petty revenge. Even knowing how much it hurt, he pretended not to notice and twisted the entrance cruelly.

“If you apologize to me even once, I’ll hold you gently.”

He spoke while his fingers continued to mash the tender flesh on one side and his other hand pinned the man’s hip down. Smack, smack. The hole, which had been getting pounded nonstop, gradually softened and began to accept the harsh treatment.

“If you just say you’re sorry… then I won’t touch you like this anymore, okay?”

Seolyeong whispered as he grabbed his ass so hard it looked like it might burst. But Tang Yujae never opened his mouth.

In truth, he couldn’t even hear the bride’s voice anymore.

His mind was foggy. His heavy lower body no longer felt like his own. It was as if the control over it had been stolen by someone else. He couldn’t even muster the strength to resist.

All he could do was follow along with whatever the bride did, feeling the ticklish sensations wherever he stirred or pressed.

Pleasure he never should have felt. Pleasure he didn’t even want to acknowledge.

Then, a finger nudged a certain spot and his hips jumped.

“Aah…!”

“…Huh?”

It startled Seolyeong. The moan had slipped out without meaning to. His finger froze.

That spot, of all places. The one that made Tang Yujae cry out before. The hole clenched down tight for a moment, then suddenly loosened, as if urging him to do it again.

“Hnngh…”

Something was definitely off. From his shoulder blades to his waist, thighs, and even his firm calves, his whole body had flushed red.

That white skin, once like a snow-covered mountain, now burned with a blush that didn’t suit the sect leader at all. With the red marks covering the blue blotches, his body looked like a painter had spilled red ink across a white canvas.

Seolyeong unconsciously let out a soft laugh.

“So this is how you react when you get excited…”

His tone was calm, but his actions weren’t. He quickly lined up his cock with the hole. The angrily swollen tip slid against the perineum.

As the hot flesh pushed against the delicate skin, the sect leader sucked in a ragged breath. Seolyeong grabbed his hips with both hands like he was adjusting the angle.

“It’ll be rough, but bear with it. I’m going all the way in.”

There was no time to breathe.

Like a wooden harpoon skewering a fish, his cock rammed in deep.

His taut balls slapped against the perineum with a smack. Compared to fingers, his cock was massive. The hole stretched near to tearing.

Seolyeong wrapped both arms around his husband’s waist and sank his fangs into the back of his neck.

At last, yang energy, warm like sunlight, flowed into him.

“Aah… aaah…”

Tang Yujae felt his eyes sting. The energy filled him with a strange sense of peace and sharp shivers all at once.

Like the time he drank the aphrodisiac brewed by Yuwon, heat surged into his lower body. His cock, now thick and full, rubbed against the bedding. The pleasure was too much to endure. His vision blurred white.

Seolyeong withdrew his fangs and began thrusting in earnest.

“Hnngh, huff… Still tense?”

Even after feeding him yang energy, his ass was still clenching tight. The slick walls clung to him. Each time he pulled back, they chased after him greedily.

Smack, smack. He kept only the tip in for a beat, then slammed all the way in, hard enough that their hair brushed together. But when Seolyeong didn’t hear a single sound from the sect leader, he frowned.

Could it be… the sect leader of the Cheonma Divine Sect passed out just from having his hole opened?

He grabbed a fistful of jet-black hair and yanked his head up.

“Shit…”

He couldn’t help but curse.

The sect leader’s eyes were blank and unfocused. His lashes were wet, and his lips hung open as he struggled to breathe. His whole face, like his body, had turned bright red.

That tongue, usually so foul-mouthed, now lolled out like a panting dog. It was a shocking and obscene sight.

Seolyeong stared at his face and pounded his hips in.

“Hh, ah, ngh… ah!”

He thrust into the same spot again and again, and Tang Yujae cried out.

Seolyeong wanted to burn that expression into memory. Riding him like a feral beast, he switched their position in one fluid motion.

He laid the sect leader on his back, lifted both knees up, and shoved his cock in from above.

“Hnnngh!”

There it was again. That same spot.

He pinned the head of his cock there and ground it in, shaking his hips like he meant to crush the hole.

“Ah, ugh, ngh!”

Maybe it had gone too deep. Tang Yujae gagged.

The cock rammed in with no restraint, pushing around inside him. Clear fluid dripped from his lips.