Because Varkan suddenly stood up, Irel, who was riding on his hip, almost fell backwards. But Varkan gently supported Irel's back with one hand, pulling her closer to him.
"Put out your chest. I want to suck."
As soon as he stood up, he asked. Irel raised her hand to touch her chest, as if wanting to protect herself from that stubborn gaze. And she shook her head.
"You can't take it off. Unless you call a maid..."
That's right. The petticoat, with its many layers of straps and tight knots at the back, had a very intricate appearance. Irel tried to twist her body to turn her back towards him, but Varkan held her shoulders tightly, preventing her.
“Did you say I had to take it off?”
"Huh?"
"Push out. Those breasts."
Not giving her time to ask more, his hand hugged her shoulder blade, forcing her chest to lean forward. And he buried his lips through the thin skirt.
“Umm…”
At this time, his craving had increased. His hot saliva soaked the fabric in just a moment.
Through the wet fabric, his lips sucked hard on the areola. Then, he stuck out his tongue, licked up and down a few times, then used the tips of his teeth to gently bite, crushing the erect and red nipples.
At the same time, the rhythm of her hips that had stopped started up again, causing her cheeks to heat up with the sucking motion of her nipples and thrusting underneath. Every time the penis stiffened, filling her up, slipping out and then again
plugged in
Inside, her insides throbbed like she was about to explode.
Meanwhile, being bitten and then having his tongue suck hard on your nipples is really stimulating. Because of this, she reflexively tightened her grip inside, making the movement of the penis in and out become even more naked, and sexual fluid continued to flow out.
She found herself too aroused. Wanting to beg him to stop because her mind was about to explode, but what came out of her mouth were only choked moans.
"You're soaking wet. Wetting my lower abdomen. Does it feel good?"
“No, huh… No.”
“So whose water is this?”
Faced with that lewd accusation, Irel held her ears and sobbed as if she didn't want to hear. The look of her stubbornly shaking her head made him even more interested.
“Really knows how to stimulate others.”
After speaking, he grabbed her breasts again. And below began to thrust more intensely.
Her body was thrown up wildly, as if she were riding a muscular horse. Then, his strong arms tightened around her waist and buttocks, then lowered her hard on top of him. Thanks to that, her insides suffered
stuff
His big and hot penis rubbed, turning white with pleasure.
“Ah, huff, ah ah…!!”
Her eyes flashed and a breathless orgasm hit her. The inner wall contracted strongly, tightening the penis that was penetrating deep inside and trembling.
“Huff.”
Varkan let out a lustful moan from that crazy feeling of infatuation. And instead of ejaculating inside, he started moving faster.
"Huff, ah! No, no!! Ah huff! Ugh!!!"
The dress and hair had long been thrown behind. Varkan stabbed her with such force that he wanted to put both testicles in. Thanks to that, the orgasm that had just been achieved had not yet subsided but was pushed up by his movements, floating to a higher, higher place.
Her breathing was choked, tears fell, making her unable to see anything. She could only feel the two hands gripping her hips so tightly that they threatened to burst, the urgent thrusting motion of the penis below, and the deep, growling moan in her ears.
“Stop, stop…”
The pleasure he brought was so excessive that she felt pain. She understood why there was such an obscene word
pound into powder
exists.
Varkan was using his huge penis to pound her clit as if it were a soft piece of cake. With that brutality, Irel cried, pushed his shoulder, scratched, and finally had to cling to him.
Because in this huge wave of pleasure that was flooding her body, he was the only thing she could hold on to.
"Open your mouth. I want to suck your tongue."
The corners of his eyes were red from rising desire. Therefore, even though his lower body was brutal, he looked a bit shy.
Golden eyes filled with heat looked at her from slightly lowered corners, making them even more seductive. Fascinated by that light, Irel quietly faced him. Then, obediently lowered her eyes and opened her pretty little lips.
“Very good.”
The corners of Varkan's eyes curved up sweetly. He tilted his chin and immediately swallowed Irel's lips.
Her body felt hot as soon as his tongue entered. But the power flowing in through their touching lips was extremely dark and cold. That is
Death spirit
tormented Varkan for so long.
Irel's body trembled as she fully received the stream
Death spirit
that. Varkan accidentally wrapped his arms around her fragile shoulders, pulling her into his arms. And he gave a cold smile at his own actions.
This is both ridiculous and deceitful. Infusing her with toxins and robbing her of her vitality, yet he held her in his arms just because he saw her trembling.
But this feeling was so sweet that he couldn't stand it. Freed from the pain of hundreds of insects gnawing at his nerves, he was now floating in a warm hot spring. An ecstatic sigh naturally escaped from their touching lips.
‘If we don't restrain ourselves, it will be troublesome.'
Irel Elorance is like a small and sweet creamy pudding. If he didn't use a tiny spoon and eat little by little, he would definitely eat it all the way to the bottom right away.
Considering he was about to meet her family, he shouldn't exhaust her any further. Even though he knew that, separating his lips was still too difficult, making him want to curse.
[Ting! Varkan's favorability has increased by 7.]
[Varkan Ha Mash: Current favorability 32]
An increase in favorability was a rare good thing, but in return, Irel was completely exhausted. A strong feeling of dizziness came as soon as his lips left.
“Umm…”
She winced, trying to calm her spinning head, and Varkan put his hand around the back of her neck. He let her rest her forehead on his shoulder that still had the heat of love.
“Let's rest for a bit.”
“But, the family will come…”
“I'll wake you up.”
He was the one who caused her to end up like this, but why did his words make her feel so secure? Irel didn't refuse anymore, pressed her cheek against his broad shoulder and closed her eyes.
Flash, flash
. After two blinks, the world fell into darkness.
It's a bit cold at night. Maybe that's why the body temperature against her cheek felt so comfortable. Normally she found his hand too hot, but right now she wanted to be caressed more by him.
“Irel.”
A voice deeper and richer than the night shook her. She opened her eyes in response to the sweetness, seeing Varkan in a perfect, dark navy suit.
“Wake up.”
Maybe because I haven't woken up yet? His face looking at her from above seemed gentler than usual. Therefore, she unintentionally let out a nagging word.
“…Let me sleep just a little longer, okay?”
Even though she was lying down, she still felt her body sinking continuously. She rubbed her cheek against his hand, asking pitifully, and Varkan looked at her with a puzzled expression for a moment.
“It's okay.”
His eyes wavered slightly for a moment, but he quickly regained his usual calm expression. And he let out a statement like a bomb.
"But if we let them wait longer, the future wife's family can come back. Do you still want that?"
The next words made her completely awake. Irel jumped up from his bed like never before and turned around. The lavish pendulum clock in the distance indicates a disappointing time.
"Oh my god, it's been three hours!! He said he was going to wake me up!!"
“So I woke you up.”
His face was grinning as if nothing was wrong, so hateful. Irel trembled, then ran to the mirror to check her condition.
“It's over…”
Having just rolled around with men and fallen asleep, she couldn't possibly look normal. Irel saw his appearance and couldn't help but sigh. She used her hands to scratch and try to comb her messy platinum hair and protested.
“Why did he wake me up?
right now
right?”
“Because you slept so soundly, I felt heartbroken so I didn't have the heart to wake you up.”
“That's not the reason, tell me the real reason.”
Irel was busy fixing her wrinkled dress so she didn't see it. The smile had disappeared from Varkan's face reflected in the mirror.
"It's true that you're really sharp. That's why I'm so infatuated with you."
Varkan quipped in a sweet but cold tone, then shrugged. He sat on the sofa, crossing his long legs.
"Your family seems to need more time. I'll just let you sleep a little longer."
"Need time? What does he mean?"
“Time to accept.”
"What does my family have to accept? It still takes such a long time?"
“Maybe you don't ask because you don't know.”
“Sorry, I really… have no clue.”
Is it because she decided to marry a Masaka? Irel looked at him with innocent eyes. There was no cunning or pretense in her pale, creamy blue eyes.
Confirming that, Varkan laughed to himself. Then he moved his lips and spoke.
“That is the determination to accept a Masaka, whose mother was a prostitute, who grew up in a brothel, with a lowly background, as the son-in-law of an Earl family with a long history like yours.”