The Most Superior Male's Bitch — 2
Everything that was Hong Ji-hyeon melted away in a single instant.
The tension of an unfamiliar situation, the fear of what was about to happen, pride as a man, dignity as a human being — all of it dissolved on its own. If it meant being held by this superior being, they were things that could be thrown away far too easily.
Ji-hyeon's face proved it. Flushed a tender pink, a sweet smile on her lips, she turned a glittering gaze on Marcus. Seeing that look, he let the hand resting atop her head slide down and stroked her cheek.
"Ehehe, hehe♡"
The moment those massive hands touched her, Ji-hyeon laughed as if nothing in the world could have pleased her more. Marcus's firm palm glided over the soft give of her cheek.
"M-Marcus."
"Yeah?"
Having called his name, Ji-hyeon faltered.
"Um, that is... should I take my clothes off too?"
"Go ahead."
At his permission, Ji-hyeon pulled her top off. Narrow but neatly set shoulders and thin arms came into view. Those arms looked as if only the barest minimum of muscle clung to them, with just a hint of softness over the bone. Her stomach, though, had almost none — pinch it and you'd barely catch anything between your fingers — and because of that her waist looked slender to the point of fragility.
It was a feminine body. And yet the flat chest made it unmistakable that she was a man.
"Ah..."
Her hands, reaching for her pants, stopped. What waited inside them — her cock — suddenly weighed on her. Marcus had been the one to bring this up first, knowing full well she was a man, but the anxiety hadn't left her.
What if... what if he sees it and gets grossed out? What if Marcus is only vaguely bisexual, and he doesn't actually like men all the way...
Marcus caught the hesitation. The messages he'd traded with his second-eldest brother rose up in his mind.
He didn't truly understand the fetish Ji-hyeon lived inside. BBC, Blacked, BNWO — he knew the names existed, but he'd never cared enough to look closer, and so he had no idea how to touch a fetish like hers, or what he was supposed to do with it.
The one who had helped him was his second-eldest brother. He stood on the side that enjoyed women who carried this kink — a so-called King — and so he knew exactly what people like this wanted, and how they needed to be handled. Marcus had learned it all from him, for the sake of today.
"Don't stop."
"Ah, um..."
In the very moment Ji-hyeon hesitated again, Marcus's hand came in without warning and cupped her face.
"Nngh—!"
Caught by the face, her eyes were forced up to meet his. Looking down at the slightly flustered Ji-hyeon, Marcus spoke.
"Strip, right now."
His heavy voice laid the order down without room for argument. For a second Marcus worried whether this would actually work — and then he saw her eyes, and he was certain.
"Y-yes♡"
Those were the eyes of a bitch delighted to be commanded.
Given the order, Ji-hyeon hurried her hands back to her pants, and as if the hesitation of a moment ago had never existed, she shoved pants and underwear off and away. Hips broader than the waist, for a man, came into the open — a round ass set on them, plump thighs running down from there, feet fidgeting with shame and excitement. From her armpits to her stomach to her legs, there wasn't a place left unshaved. Night after night of heat burning through her had turned waxing into a habit.
And of course there was one place she'd tended with particular care. The skin there, hair neatly cleared away, was perfectly smooth, and right at the center of it—
Dangle~
—was Ji-hyeon's cock, head lifted, spilling a long glistening strand.
"I-I took them off."
Ji-hyeon twisted where she stood and looked up at Marcus with a smile. He set a hand to that cheek, then slowly swept it down along her neck.
"Good girl..."
Girl...! He didn't say boy, he said girl...! He saw my cock and he still called me a girl...! That's right♡ A pathetic cock like this is nothing but a clit♡
"Hehehe~"
Delighted by the praise, Ji-hyeon caught the hand stroking her and rubbed her cheek against it. Taking in that sight, and her naked body, Marcus drew one long breath. Then he let it out rough, seized with that same hand the arm she'd been clinging to, and wrapped his other arm around her.
"Huh? Ah—!"
Her body lifted clean off the floor, and—
"Mmph—!"
—still caught in his hold, she was kissed.
A k-kiss! A kiiiiiss♡♡
Marcus's thick lips caught the soft give of her upper lip. After sucking lightly there, his mouth moved on and took the lower one. Struck without warning by her first kiss with Marcus, Ji-hyeon's brain crackled as if her eyes might roll straight back.
I'm losing it, I'm losing it, I'm losing it! Losing it!! He lifted my whole body with one arm! And like that, I'm— I'm being kissed!
"Hhmp...! Chuup!"
After feeling her lips a few times more, Marcus slowly set her down. Weak from that rapturous kiss, Ji-hyeon leaned into his chest.
Aaah...♡ Marcus's scent♡ This is nothing like the time I secretly sniffed his towel — this is the real thing, thick and deep♡
Nose pressed to the solid wall of his chest, she drank in that intoxicating pheromone smell.
Ah, fuck, I'm gonna lose my mind... I already feel like I'm gonna cum. Just from the kiss and the smell, I feel like I'm gonna cum!
Trembling hard, Ji-hyeon held back the climax creeping up through her.
It's intense, but... no. Because it's intense... I want to do it again! Right now!
Thinking that, she stayed leaned against him and lifted her head.
"Marcuuus~ one more time, one more~ nngh~"
The coaxing, syrupy little voice spilled out of her on its own as she fussed and pushed her lips forward. Marcus bent to the demand, lowering himself until his mouth was close.
"Chu."
Toward the lips he was offering, Ji-hyeon rose up on her toes, and his hand braced her back. The first kiss had been entirely his — only his lips moving, gentle, but one-sided. This time Ji-hyeon moved first.
"Chuup, fwaaah~"
Between their meeting mouths, she slipped her tongue out, and Marcus met it with his own.
"Chuuup, mmnn~ heup, chu...!"
They kissed like that for a little while. Then her heels slowly lowered back to the floor, and their tongues, slick with each other's spit, drew apart.
"Fwaah...♡"
Ji-hyeon looked at Marcus with eyes like melted sugar. He stroked her hair.
"You're such a cute one."
"Ehehe~"
Her hands, with nowhere else to go, had come to rest on his abs. Those muscles, stacked like neatly laid bricks, were the kind of thing your hands kept wanting to touch. The hand carefully feeling along his stomach reached the waistband of his pants, and the moment Ji-hyeon realized where it had landed, she froze. At the thought and the fantasy flooding her head, she looked up at him and waited, wordlessly, for permission.
Marcus read what those eyes were asking. Turning his second brother's lessons over once more, he followed the thought through into action this time without a flicker of doubt.
He pressed.
"E-ah♡"
With the hand that had been stroking her head, Marcus pushed her downward. Under that steady pressure she sank to her knees on the floor — and her eyes came level with the place just below his waist.
Aaah, this position, this angle! I'm losing it!
Ji-hyeon's cock wept tears of joy, drop after drop. Her hands moved toward his waistband as if something were pulling them. Carefully she undid the button and drew the zipper down, and at last both hands caught the waist of his pants and underwear at once.
I-I'm shaking! If I pull these down... finally... finally, that—!
Heart pounding with anticipation and dread, Ji-hyeon squeezed her eyes shut. And in a single instant, she yanked Marcus's pants and underwear down.
Something whipped past her cheek. A faint, heavy scent, the kind that settles deep, slipped into her nose.
Ji-hyeon—
slowly—
opened her eyes.
"Ah... ah... ah..."
When it came to Black fetish content, Ji-hyeon had seen every last variety of it — porn videos, photo spreads, illustrations, comics, animation. Among the ones with real people, the longest she could remember ran somewhere around eight to ten inches. Anything past that belonged to fiction, to comics and things like them.
"Aaah...!"
And now, right before her eyes—
A superior cock that looked like it cleared a full foot with ease was staring down at her.
Th-this can't be real...! Something like this actually exists?! It's practically the size of a person's arm!!
Faced with a cock so thick and long it seemed fit only for fantasy, Ji-hyeon froze. Cold sweat broke over her locked-up body, and she felt herself going cold all over. The only place that stayed hot was her cock.
Ji-hyeon's, slim enough that a thumb and forefinger could circle it with a full knuckle of room to spare, gave off a gentle warmth. Marcus's, so thick that thumb and forefinger would fall a knuckle short of closing, burned. At a little over six inches, Ji-hyeon's drooled precum and panted, pathetic and ugly. At thirteen inches — exactly one and a half times the difference between their heights — Marcus's looked down on the bitch with solemn gravity.
I-I'm scared...! I'm scared!
"Aah—!"
Before she knew it, Ji-hyeon was pulling back, trying to get away. Marcus caught her head and dragged her in hard.
"Go ahead. You want this, don't you?"
"W-wait a second...! I-I'm not ready...!"
She said it as she raised her hands, and Marcus seized the wrist of that pleading hand, rough.
"Eep—!"
"Shut up."
"Hah...!"
He pulled on her head and her arm, drawing her face closer and closer to his cock.
"Suck it."