STM 118

Hah, does he think adding “please” to the end makes everything a plea? But I didn’t exactly hate his transparent attempt at begging. However, I couldn’t just give in.

“No. I want to save it.”

He tilted his head to the side, seemingly caught off guard by my reason.

“Why?”

Because that’s how I’ll keep you interested in me, regardless of how much you might detest me.

“Why else?” It’s a waste to eat something that good all at once.

I murmured and placed my hand on his chest. His sculpted pectoral muscles were as solid as a wall, yet they twitched in response to my touch. Then, his chest heaved as he took a deep breath, he could no longer hold back.

That appeared to be the catalyst. He instantly grabbed my waist and hips with vigor and effortlessly raised my body. Before I could process the sensation of being airborne, his lips brushed against my ear.

“You still have to take all of my cock.”

His whisper made me shudder. But before that sensation could fade, he took my earlobe between his lips and sucked.

I flinched, but his lips were unforgiving. They proceeded down to my neck and started nuzzling and pulling on my skin.

I tried to push back against his strength, but there was nowhere to go in mid-air. Soon enough, he laid me down on the cot, and the mattress blocked any further retreat.

In the heat of the moment, I couldn’t stop his hands from stripping me, or rather, tearing my clothes off. My shirt was reduced to a rag. I immediately voiced my complaint.

“You tore my clothes.”

He lifted my legs to pull off my pants with a smirk.

“I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did. Look at this. I clearly heard it rip…”

My nagging stopped when I looked at him. He stood frozen over me, like a statue. Only his eyes appeared to be alive, sweeping over my body with a heavy intensity.

He looked at my bare body as I lay there with my legs open. Only his sight touched my body, yet goosebumps appeared on my skin as if he had brushed his hand against me.

When that gaze landed between my parted thighs, I felt a sudden urge to close my knees, but I forced myself to hold firm. It would wound my pride to cower and back down here.

I was usually the one looking down on others, so I had never imagined what it would feel like to lie defenseless with my legs open. It felt so… vulnerable.

But it didn’t feel as bad as I expected. That massive frame looming over me was intimidating, but that was exactly what turned me on. Perhaps it was just my nature.

I decided to enjoy this position for a bit. I slowly reached down, held my own penis, and stroked it right in front of him.

With just a few strokes, the head swelled until it was taut. A golden flicker sparked in his eyes, like a flame catching fire.

His gaze was so hot it made my lower stomach tighten. I was used to that reaction, so it was fine, the problem was what was happening behind me. My rear kept twitching, and I could feel it growing damp.

“What’s wrong?”

He asked, noticing my stiffness instantly.

“My body…”

“Your body?”

I would rather die than admit it felt strange because I was getting wet back there. But this man, perceptive as he was, wouldn’t let it slide.

His eyes scanned my body quickly. Suddenly, he pushed my legs wide and slid his hand down between them. I tried to pull back to avoid his touch, but his fingers were already rubbing between my cheeks.

“Wait a second…”

“You’re wet? Why is this?”

Why? Because it’s the first time, obviously. I had no idea an omega’s body got wet back there when they were aroused. Moreover, as his fingers grazed the spot, a jolt of electricity ran from my tailbone like a firework.

“Ah!”

A muffled groan escaped my lips, and my eyes closed. This is insane. Why is this body so sensitive?

If I’m like this just from being touched, how fast will I burn… wait, didn’t they say Lu was a minute-man?! The thought hit me like a bucket of cold water.

No, the brain controls the body. I tried to reassure myself. I have great patience, I’m a considerate partner…

“Ugh! What are you…doing?”

I shouted, attempting to pull away. Something had unexpectedly pushed deep inside me. The sensation of the foreign object was so intense that only one thought occurred to me.

Did he put it in already? But that massive thing was still bobbing between us. Only then did I realize it was just his fingers. And only one.

But why did it feel so big? If a mere finger felt like this, then when the real thing went in… dammit. His low voice pierced through my chaotic thoughts like a blade.

“You’re acting like a virgin.”

That single sentence cleared my head of all distractions. I forced a smile and looked up at him.

“It’s my first time with the Grand Duke, after all. Ngh… stop.”

Move it, I wanted to say, but I barely held the words back. His finger continued to slide in and out of me.

That movement alone quickly erased the initial discomfort. In its place, a strange, persistent itch began to grow.

The sensation spreading across my lower abdomen was both familiar and foreign. The real problem was that it made me crave more, almost to the point of desperation.

Any lingering doubt about whether I could actually enjoy taking a man from behind vanished in that instant. My body, already accustomed to penetration, was instinctively seeking out the pleasure on its own accord.

“Stop? Stop what?”

He asked as he suddenly increased the number of fingers to three and thrust them deep inside me. I held my breath and closed my eyes against the renewed intrusion. However, any complaint I had was swallowed by a different sound.

Squelch, squelch.

I was so wet that a sticky, wet sound echoed every time his fingers moved. That noise felt like a speaker, broadcasting the level of arousal my body was feeling to the entire room.

In that case, saying “stop” would just be the kind of plea a novice makes, and that would be pathetic. So, I looked him in the eye and said the exact opposite of what I had initially intended.

“Ha… don’t… don’t you dare stop. Ngh!”

My lower stomach tightened as his fingers plunged even deeper the moment the words left my mouth.

“Please?”

Hah. Even in this situation, he wanted me to beg. I laughed and answered with even more exaggeration.

“Yes, please. I am begging you this earnestly, ha… this fervently.”

I had said it hoping for a laugh, but the smile actually vanished from Tairok’s face. Instead, he looked at me in the eyes and began to move his hand at a much faster pace.

He was the one doing the work, but I was the one who started panting as if I were the one exercising. My rear tightened around him, completely independent of my will.

“You’ve a tight grip.”

“Of course. I’m good at everything, ngh… I am.”

“Even after coming back from the dead?”

He asked with a mocking voice, but I didn’t have the mental energy to feel proud of my successful “reprogramming.” His fingers began to strike against my inner walls to stretch me out. I instinctively tensed up and then relaxed, at that moment, a strange, erotic tremor rippled through my back.

What is this? Don’t tell me the stimulation gets stronger every time I squeeze and release…

I closed my eyes in surprise and caught my breath. While I tried to swallow the recent jolt of electricity, the fingers that had occupied my insides suddenly pulled out. This time, the tremor raced all the way up my tailbone.

“Ah…!”

I didn’t hold the groan back, I let it out. I felt something looming and looked up to find his face right above mine.

“Wait, mph!”

His lips crashed into mine, roughly interrupting me.

His lips, parched and hot with feverish heat, rubbed against mine as he exhaled a breath that was even hotter. I had rejected a kiss earlier, so I kept my mouth closed as a sign of protest. In response, he bit down on my lower lip.

Ah!

A groan escaped my throat and I winced. He didn’t miss the opportunity and slid his tongue inside.

He pushed with such intensity that our mouths were completely sealed, leaving me no room to escape. I could only endure it helplessly as that hot muscle ravaged the inside of my mouth.

It felt less like a kiss and more like a one-sided release of desire. The act of forcing his burning lust into me was almost violent, but I didn’t hate being pinned down by such overwhelming power.

If anything, a tingling sensation ran down my spine. Nonetheless, I had apprehension that if I acknowledged to like this, I would completely lose myself to him.

I pushed against his shoulders as a weak sign of resistance, but he didn’t budge an inch. Instead, he forced his way between my legs and lowered his lower body, putting his full weight on me.

His massive frame wedged itself in, forcing my legs into the air and spreading them wider than I thought possible. Even though the position was uncomfortable, I barely noticed.

The presence of the massive thing pressing against my wide-open thighs was too great to ignore. Even while I was suffocating from the aggressive kiss, my lower belly clenched at the contact with that hard heat.

This should have been a humiliating situation for me, but the shame was turning into arousal.

This is dangerous. At this rate, am I really going to get hooked on being the one underneath?