Camellia 65

The cock, which had been scraping along one side of the inner wall, suddenly shifted direction and began slamming into the flesh on the opposite side. Even the sensation of the bulging veins brushing against raw tissue now blurred into overwhelming pleasure.

The hands gripping behind Tang Yujae’s knees were sticky like spiderwebs. It felt like they wouldn’t let go even if the sky fell and the earth split.

Friction had scraped the point of contact so much that it began to sting. Where his pubic hair rubbed burned too, and the perineum, repeatedly slapped by heavy balls, throbbed and ached.

His moans began to mix with pain.

“Nngh… ugh…”

Even the body of a strong martial artist couldn’t withstand being penetrated like this.

Seolyeong lifted the sect leader’s legs high. After grinding into the tight inner walls, he grabbed both ankles and pinned them down against the bed. The hole stretched longer vertically, devouring his cock.

When he pounded into that position, the sect leader’s eyes rolled back.

“Ahh, nnngh… ah, ugh!”

The wet slap of flesh echoed like a whip cracking. Seolyeong’s movements were even rougher, proving this act had nothing to do with love.

The lust of a blood fiend resembled a hunger to kill. The more he devoured the sect leader’s body, the more Seolyeong felt the urge to strangle him. He wanted to violate him without mercy and rip his limbs apart.

His blood-colored eyes dropped down to the stretched, unwrinkled hole, slick and wide. Somehow, it still hadn’t torn or bled.

He stared at the part swallowing his cock and asked in a smooth, polite tone.

“Are you satisfied with mixing flesh with me?”

“Hng… ah!”

“How does it feel to be raped by your wife. Hm?”

Without a single vulgar word, he broke the man’s pride.

It wasn’t that he was born gentle and virtuous and had pursued righteousness out of sheer kindness. Seolyeong was someone who had forced himself to suppress his filthy nature, all to live the way he wanted. He had struggled his whole life to avoid showing the instincts everyone would scorn.

But the cult leader had ordered him to live like a blood fiend.

“You gave me permission, so if you’re the first one to pass out, that won’t do. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He glanced at the sect leader’s limp body, swaying helplessly every time his hole was pounded, and a faint sneer crept into his eyes.

Seolyeong crossed the man’s ankles and hooked them over his shoulders. Then he locked the strong calves in place with his arms.

His gaze lingered on the lower belly, bulging and flattening with every thrust, and it was filled with dark desire.

He pounded his fist into the abdomen.

“Ahgh!”

Even then, he never stopped thrusting.

The pressure in his belly combined with the force of the cock inside, pushing into him, and Tang Yujae was on the verge of blacking out. His stomach lurched.

Yet his body, wrapped in the pleasure of yang energy, surged toward climax even as it suffered.

“Hnngh, hah, aaah…!”

Thick white cum burst out of the cock that had been jerking from the impact. He had come so hard it reached Seolyeong’s chest.

Even before the orgasm fully passed, Seolyeong resumed thrusting. The sect leader’s face grew even paler. His lips moved faintly, it seemed he was mouthing “No more”.

“No more? What’s no more. This?”

“Guhk…!”

A heavy fist slammed into his lower belly again.

At that moment, the tip of his cock, which had been grinding stubbornly against the same spot, exploded with another burst of fluid. Warm yang energy flooded in, and Tang Yujae’s whole body convulsed like a tree in the wind.

“Ah, hngh… ah…”

It was a brutal pleasure.

The sticky fluid was pure, concentrated yang energy, and Tang Yujae felt as if his entire body had become one giant erogenous zone. His limbs twisted helplessly.

“Haah, mm…”

His tongue curled as if out of instinct. Reaching climax like this while being pounded by another man didn’t bring him satisfaction. It brought shame, sharp enough to cut bone.

His own cock hadn’t even gotten hard again. The only thing he had felt was the blast of semen inside him. Nothing came out. It was a hollow climax.

Seolyeong, savoring the aftermath, rolled his cock slowly in circles.

“Hnn, ahh… now you relax. I should’ve done that sooner.”

He whispered shamelessly while caressing the belly he had just been punching.

The softened flesh felt different now as it hugged the shaft. His cock, which had been moving gently, picked up speed and pounded deep again.

“Ah, ugh! Ngh!”

When Tang Yujae flinched, Seolyeong clicked his tongue.

“Don’t be like that. The more you resist, the rougher I get.”

And it was true. Blood fiends preferred those who thrashed and fought over those who lay still.

Seolyeong, suddenly craving a different position, slid his arms under the other man’s back. He hauled up the limp sect and sat him down on his thighs. The cult leader’s head dropped against his hard shoulder.

Wrapped around his slim waist, Seolyeong thrust blindly, completely absorbed.

“Hngh, this feels good… mm. So this is why people do this.”

With his free hand, he kneaded his ass greedily. When he felt thirsty, he bit the nape and drank blood. When he felt heat between his legs, he dumped his load into the wet hole to relieve it.

The soaked hole squelched with each movement.

Seolyeong, eyes half-lidded, licked his lips, stained with another’s blood, and asked,

“This is why you brought me in, isn’t it?”

The cock squelched inside, stirring up foam as it entered and exited the soaked flesh. The texture was maddeningly soft and satisfying. As he came again, Seolyeong trembled.

“Just one more time.”

The hole, widened to match his tip, could no longer contain the cum and let it spill in the opposite direction. The perineum was so thoroughly coated it no longer held any color.

Still thrusting, Seolyeong sank his teeth into the sect leader’s throat.

Then he asked softly,

“Why aren’t you making any noise?”

His hole had been ravaged raw. Tang Yujae no longer had the will to speak, but Seolyeong didn’t seem to understand.

He bent him over the bed, grabbed both pale cheeks, and pressed them together. A puddle of semen splashed out from within.

“Ha, seriously…”

It was an obscene sight.

When he smoothed a hand down over the twitching hole, more cum dribbled out. Seolyeong stirred it with his fingers, then straightened his posture.

His cock, still hard despite all it had spilled, dropped onto the wet cleft of his ass with a dull thud.

The hole, sensing what was coming, twitched rapidly. Fluid trickled down the perineum.

Slowly, the tip pushed back into the entrance.

Seolyeong grabbed his waist and yanked him down.

Smack. The sensitive spot was hit dead-on, and a ragged moan burst out.

“Haaagh…!”

A thrust more punishing than torture began again.

“Ah, ngh, kkh, aaah…!”

It felt like his pelvis was breaking.

There was no longer any sensation inside his hole. Only the heat of yang energy roiled in his lower belly.

Even as he was pounded, Tang Yujae’s cock sprang up reflexively.

He had never wanted to feel this. Soon, a sensation like needing to piss came rushing up, and with it, a violent wave of revulsion. He should have told him to stop, but his mind had gone blank. He failed.

“Ugh, ah, ngh… kkh, hah…!”

The moment the huge cock slammed in at an angle, something burst.

“Aagh…!”

“…What is this?”

Startled by the rush of liquid, Seolyeong stopped moving.

A clear stream soaked the bedding. It had clearly come from the cult leader’s cock.

Seolyeong cupped the shaft in his hand. The wet skin, the slightly opened urethra. He tilted his head and muttered,

“…I wonder if I could come like that too.”

His cock, still buried inside, pulsed hard.

He wasn’t sure what exactly had come out, but watching Tang Yujae pant and shudder in convulsions, it seemed clear that it had burst out from overwhelming pleasure.

Seolyeong pressed down on the back of his head.

“Well, I guess I’ll find out.”

“Mmgh…!”

After that, Tang Yujae had to spit out more cum as if he were leaking.

Even after wrecking the hole to ruin, the mad bride still didn’t let him go. He rammed into him with all his might, biting into every inch of visible skin with his fangs, releasing the conquest burning inside him.