He is too ferocious, too lustful, and extremely skilled. Irel could only struggle lasciviously and cry under his hands, completely helpless.
"You're moving your hips. Do you like it that much?"
It was frustrating, but she couldn't deny it. Her legs, which she tried to close tightly, twitched and opened to the sides. She wanted her rough fingers to go deeper and deeper inside.
Every time that delicate touch scratched the inner mucous membrane near her lower abdomen, her waist automatically rose, and sweet gasps escaped.
"Don't rush me. I still need to loosen you up a little more." Varkan clicked his tongue, then used his love juice to flow down and pressed his thumb firmly on her clitoris.
As he rubbed that spot, swollen and trembling with nameless anticipation, up and down, and thrusting his fingers into her faster, the inner walls, already turning white, convulsed and reached climax.
“Huh, ah…!!” Even when Irel was climaxing, he kept caressing her bottom. Because the fingers continuously stimulated the contracting, trembling vaginal walls, her waist automatically curved up.
"Stop, ah! That's strange..."
"Wow. It's going to get even weirder, what are you going to do?" Varkan laughed with his manly mouth and licked his fingers. The taste of her on his tongue was surprising, not bad. No, actually, it's quite delicious. A taste like light but slightly sweet juice lingered in his mouth.
It was not the taste of a fully ripe fruit, but a slightly sour, not yet fully ripe flavor, which stimulated him even more. “Smells of lust.”
Hearing that, Irel's cheeks turned red. The way she panted softly but stubbornly turned her head away was so cute. She seemed completely unaware that this behavior further stimulated the man's cruelty.
Varkan chuckled silently and slowly rubbed his semi-erect penis through his clothes. When I heard the sound of him pulling down his pants, Irel's shoulders that were turning away trembled slightly. If she deliberately pretended not to know like that, he would want to torture her even more.
Varkan used one arm to grab her shoulder, turned her around, and placed his member right in front of her lily-like face."You've enjoyed yourself enough. Now, will you serve me too?"
Irel was horrified, looking straight at his object. She had guessed from Varkan's height and sturdy physique, but this was an unbelievable size. Something this big and thick couldn't possibly fit inside her body. Whether it's your mouth or anywhere else.
Thinking that, Irel's face turned pale and she tried to retreat. But before she could, Varkan grabbed her small face tightly.
“Open your mouth.”
“Be good?” Varkan asked, pressing her cheek to force her to open her mouth. And he pushed his member into her lips, which was just big enough to hold a macaron. Her small, pale pink lips, contrasting with his dark, terrifying red weapon, delighted him visually.
“Huh, um…!!” Tears formed in Irel's wide eyes. Even though her lips and jaw were stretched to the limit, she could only reluctantly suck the head of his cock.
"The hole below is also narrow, the hole above is also narrow. You are truly a narrow-minded woman, Miss Irel." The man roughly taunted his member into her mouth. But with her mouth completely sealed, Irel couldn't even refute.
“Shut up.” Varkan commanded sweetly, lowering his crimson eyelashes. Irel unconsciously tried to apply force with her lips and tongue, but the object that was sealed inside prevented her from doing anything.
“You really did this so badly.” Varkan clicked his tongue, as if there was nothing else he could do, and rocked his hips back and forth. His member began to move back and forth, rubbing little by little on Irel's tongue. Enjoying her tight and wet mouth, a low moan escaped Varkan's throat.
“Ah, good.” Irel wanted to cry, but all she could let out was a gasp through her nose. A bitter and fishy taste came from the back of her throat, where his member was rubbing. It's difficult to breathe normally when the airways seem completely blocked. But Varkan had no intention of letting her go.
When Irel tried to pull her head back, he caressed the back of her neck, then grabbed a clump of her hair.
“If you dare to bite, you will be punished.”
Varkan, grabbing her hair, laughed cruelly and warned. And he began to move his hips as he pleased, as if Irel's mouth were some kind of masturbation device. His member, already of terrifying size before penetration, grew even larger in her mouth. Every time the tip of the erect cock poked her uvula, she would unconsciously cough.
She really felt like she was going to die. At that moment, Varkan finally pulled out the object he had stuffed into her mouth. And with a face no longer smiling, he said curtly:
“Spread your legs.”
His hand pushed the inside of her knees to widen them, and his other hand held her back to lift her hips. Despite their physical differences, he treats Irel like a doll.
Lying under his huge body, she suddenly felt scared. His body, visible under the light, was too solid, full of rippling muscles, and it felt like it would hurt her. But before she had a chance to push him away, the head of the large cock was pressed tightly against her small entrance.
“Now I'm going to crash here.”
Eye to eye, he grinned, seductively curling the corners of his eyes. Despite his terrible personality, that face still radiated a passionate, breathtaking beauty.
That was the moment Irel was momentarily seduced by him. Taking advantage of that gap, Varkan quickly penetrated her and entered deep inside.
“Ah…!!” Irel twisted her body due to the pain between her legs. For a moment, her breath was stopped, her eyes turned white, and she felt a glimpse of the road to the underworld. In that state, when Varkan slightly adjusted her posture, she felt like she was being pierced by a giant wooden stake and was about to die.
“Wait, wait… don't move…” She was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. As she gasped for breath, clutching the sheets so tightly her fingers seemed to break, Varkan frowned.
"First time? With that face?" No answer needed. Her immature reaction, her painful body movements because she didn't know how to receive a man, spoke for her.
“Honestly, you really need a lot of effort.”
She was already in pain and was scolded, causing tears to fall. She felt that Varkan did not like to cry, but at this point, his preferences were no longer important. When she feels like she's about to die, what does it matter what he hates?
“It hurts a lot.” Irel finally burst into tears after the answer. At the first complaint of her, who was always scared and forced, Varkan showed interest.
“If you just lie still, it will hurt even more.”
He said nonchalantly, then pulled his hips back slightly. A short scream automatically burst out from the pain tearing inside.
“Ah!!”
At this point, all fears disappear. She only felt hatred for the man who was causing her pain and piercing her body.
“I told you not to move.”
Irel sobbed and unconsciously hit his shoulder, as if scolding him. It was a light touch, hardly a hit, but Varkan seemed a bit surprised. He glanced at his shoulder that she hit and thought about something with an expressionless expression.
Is he angry? Irel was about to panic, belatedly realizing his actions. At that moment, a sudden notification sound rang in her ears.
[Ding! Varkan Ha Mash's favorability has increased by 3.]
Why, now? Irel doubted her eyes.
At that moment, Varkan gently removed the hair from her cheek with a loving gesture and whispered:
“What should we do?”
“What… what.”
“You acting like a babe makes me even more excited.” Just as he said, his object inside her twitched and swelled even bigger. Irel bit her lip in pain, but remained speechless. She knew he wasn't normal, but every time something like this happened, she didn't know how to deal with it.
“Look at me, Irel Elorance.” Varkan firmly grasped her chin and ordered in a low voice. When she unconsciously raised her head, his face was so close that their noses were almost touching. Thanks to that, she could see everything clearly: her dull eyes with slightly drooping corners, her eyelashes as red as poppy petals, and tiny rays of light sparkling in her golden pupils.
Right then. The light in his eyes seemed to grow brighter, and suddenly, a numb feeling vibrated deep inside Irel's chest. At first, she felt a hot air circulating through her body, then a cool feeling seeped into her breath.
‘This feeling is…’ She knew it because she had experienced it once before. That was the power of the Receiver she used to stop Varkan at the hat shop.
“Receiving.”
Varkan whispered, looking at her eyes, which were wide with surprise. His eyes, as he uttered the greatest gift a Receiver could give to a Masaka, curled up with excitement.
“You will do it for me, right?”
At the same time as his words, Irel's body instantly heated up. Varkan was arbitrarily drawing out and manipulating the Receiver's hidden power within her. Irel felt energy flowing out of his body like water. At this moment, she couldn't help but feel that she was truly a Receiver.
It feels like being tied up tightly and having your fluids sucked dry while you're still alive. Because of this, her mind became hazy, her mood was slightly drunk, but a strange excitement surged. A feeling like being drunk in sweet wine. As her whole body became sluggish, the anxiety and fear that had filled her chest disappeared like snow. That was when the tension that had stiffened her limbs was about to be relieved a little.
“Now, open the hole.” Varkan licked his lips and gave an order.