Hmm, Then How About This?
“I do enjoy rough sex, but I’d like to try something with a little more care and consideration.”
“Hmm, hmm. So you want to feel loved. Is there a particular position you favor?”
“Well… I like prone bone the most. Both being pinned to the floor and being held up while fucked.”
“You both have quite intense tastes. Without any consideration during such rough play, it really does become nothing more than one-sided service. You’ve had a hard time of it.”
He kept nodding in understanding and offered gentle, soothing comfort. The unfamiliar consideration and warmth from a stranger stirred an odd sense of favor in me, despite my usual lack of strong emotions. Naturally curious, I asked, “What are your preferences, Mr. Suho?”
“Hahaha, fortunately I enjoy most things without much fuss.”
“But surely there must be something you especially like?”
“I’m delighted to have caught Lady Elisha’s interest. However, there are aspects that are difficult to reveal to a married woman.”
“I’m perfectly fine with it. Please tell me.”
“This is… rather awkward.”
He kept deflecting, clearly troubled, but when I persistently asked, he finally spoke with caution.
“My preference must remain an absolute secret.”
“Sex partners are supposed to keep each other’s secrets, aren’t they? Of course.”
“Then I’ll trust you, Lady Elisha, and speak. The truth is, I really enjoy takran play.”
He had been so reluctant that I half-expected something extreme, but the unfamiliar word takran left me puzzled. What on earth is takran?
“Takran? What is that?”
“Haha, this is a little embarrassing to explain. It involves impregnating a married woman and having her give birth and raise the child.”
“Ah… that is a difficult preference to admit.”
So takran meant impregnating another man’s wife, secretly having her bear the child, and making the husband raise it as his own. I thought I had encountered every kind of sexual taste, yet I had never imagined such a scenario. It was not exactly stealing a wife from her husband, but a complex, nuanced fetish that kept the family intact while forcing the husband to raise another man’s offspring.
“It sounds complicated. Have you found partners who accepted this taste?”
“Thankfully, yes. Thanks to them, I have two children living in different households.”
He smiled brightly and proudly declared he had one daughter and one son. Truly, the world was vast and tastes were many. What surprised me most was that two women had indulged him in takran play.
“Then do those women’s husbands believe the children are theirs?”
“One believes it is his own child. The other knows it is mine.”
“He knows? And he still raises it?”
“That gentleman has rather unique tastes. In fact, he was the one who first introduced his wife to me.”
“Uh…”
Good heavens. He had introduced his own wife to another man to become his sex partner? The realm of sexual tastes was deeper and darker than I had realized.
Even while discussing such shocking preferences, he remained perfectly composed.
“Of course, I have never met the man, nor do we know each other’s faces. The only thing we share is one woman—my sex partner and his wife.”
“It’s practically sanctioned adultery.”
“I cannot understand the taste for deliberately arranging adultery and enjoying it, but I am grateful he is raising my child.”
He looked genuinely happy as he said this. Though he resembled an irresponsible male who scattered his seed in females without taking responsibility, it was a strange feeling that the image did not seem entirely distasteful.
“You truly love takran.”
“Have you come to dislike me because of it?”
“Strangely enough, I don’t.”
“That’s a relief. I was worried you might hate me, Lady Elisha.”
He smiled and swirled the glass in his hand. I lifted mine as well and drank. The liquor was indeed excellent for a high-class establishment—quite delicious. It fell slightly short of what I had tasted in the game, but it was more than satisfying.
I emptied the glass in one swallow and set it on the table.
“It’s quite a fine drink.”
“Good liquor acts like seasoning for pleasurable sex. By the way, is there anything I should be mindful of during the act?”
“Hmm… Even if I’m climaxing, please don’t stop. Continue. Aside from that, you may do as you wish, Mr. Suho.”
“Understood. You are far less demanding than I expected, Lady Elisha.”
“Are there many demanding women?”
“All women are delicate creatures.”
With those words, he naturally took my hand and guided me to the bed. I followed and sat down. He leaned close to my face and murmured, “You smell clean and wonderfully fragrant. I like it very much.”
“Thank… mmmph.”
The moment I opened my mouth to reply to the compliment, his lips met mine. It was a soft, courteous kiss unlike anything I had experienced before, and my eyes closed instinctively. His tongue did not rush; it entered my mouth with deliberate care, gently teasing and entangling with mine.
Having only known fast, coercive kisses, I was unsure how to respond to the complete opposite. While I remained still, dazed and pliant under his attention, his hand moved behind me to lower the zipper of my dress. I pressed my body closer to make it easier for him.
True to a man with countless partners, he undressed me with masterful skill. In the blink of an eye I was naked, cradled in his arms. He had not once broken the kiss during the entire process—a remarkable feat. Only after I was fully bare did he pull back to admire my body.
“Truly… exquisite.”
“Do you like what you see?”
I asked while instinctively making a seductive movement. His pupils quivered. After silently drinking in the sight of my body for some time, he pressed his lips to the succubus pattern on my lower abdomen and said, “I like it sincerely. Especially this tattoo that accentuates your beautiful figure.”
“Mmm, so you like tattoos?”
“Tattoos on a captivating woman’s body are art.”
When he moved to remove his own clothes, I rose at once to assist him. He smiled as though my service pleased him, then kissed me again. His hands cupped my breasts, massaging them while his fingers gently rolled my nipples.
My heavy, teardrop-shaped breasts changed form in his grasp. The pink buds swelled under the stimulation. My senses were blocked, so I felt no real sexual pleasure, but I recalled my days as an angel and performed the appropriate reactions. Fortunately the expression program functioned perfectly; he showed no sign of noticing anything unusual as he watched my face.
“Haaang.”
“Huu, even your saliva is delicious. Did you receive modification procedures?”
“To please my partners. Hng.”
“What a kind heart you have.”
While continuing my act of pleasure, I smoothly removed his top and set it aside. A sculpted physique came into view. It lacked the overwhelming, intimidating musculature of Teo or Havid, but the firm, finely woven muscles possessed a refined charm that drew involuntary admiration.
“Your body is wonderful too, Mr. Suho.”
“Hahaha, you haven’t seen my true worth yet.”
“My, I’m looking forward to it.”
At my smiling response to his confident words, he gave a self-assured grin and placed a hand on my head, applying gentle downward pressure. I obeyed without resistance, kneeling smoothly. I unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down.
The moment they came off, the potent male scent hit me, and my gaze was drawn straight to his groin. Even still covered by underwear, the sheer presence of his cock was immense—easily rivaling Havid’s in size.
I stroked it softly, then removed the last layer. It sprang out forcefully, slapping my cheek and swinging heavily.
“Oh my.”
“You seem surprised.”
“It’s… incredibly large.”
“It is my pride.”
It was indeed a magnificent cock worthy of boasting. The large, thick glans was fully engorged, foreskin pulled back. Thick veins stood out along the shaft. While similar in size to Havid’s, it possessed far superior rigidity, standing proudly hard and curving upward in a dramatic arc that throbbed against my belly.
The hefty balls hanging beneath were equally impressive, swollen with an enormous quantity of golden essence when I checked.
“Truly impressive. You have every right to be proud.”
“Compared to your husband, whose cock is superior? Ah, forgive me if that was rude.”
“How mischievous. Yours is more magnificent.”
“Hehe, I see.”
My answer must have pleased the male instinct, because his cock stiffened further and pulsed. I skillfully grasped the thick shaft nestled in dense pubic hair and massaged it with devoted care. A contented sigh escaped his lips.
“Huu, please stroke my balls as well.”
“Yes.”
I carefully cupped the hairy sac and rolled it gently. His cock kept throbbing, leaking clear fluid from the tip. As I continued servicing the increasingly musky shaft, his hand stroked my head in constant praise.
The mental satisfaction of being commended while serving made me work even harder, until he suddenly gripped my head and pushed me back.
“That’s enough for now.”
“You don’t want more?”
“Today’s sex is not about receiving service. From here on I will be rough, just as you desired. But if you want me to stop at any time, simply say so.”
“Yes. Please take good care of me.”
His eyes gleamed with a hint of danger as he finished speaking. The moment my answer ended, he lifted me effortlessly and tossed me onto the bed, then spread my legs wide to expose me completely.
He looked at my pussy, gave it a loud smack with his palm, and said, “A clean little pussy that’s hard to believe is used. Did you remove the hair on purpose?”
“Mmm. I never had any to begin with.”
“Even better.”
Smack. He slapped my pussy several more times, but the strikes were measured—loud enough to sound sharp while delivering only pleasant stimulation, never pain.
“So plump and perfectly shaped for my hand. Exactly my taste.”
He pinched the outer lips between his fingers, savoring the bouncy texture, then began caressing me with swift, confident strokes. I focused on performing the appropriate expressions of pleasure in response to his unrestrained touch.
I had worried my acting—gauging pleasure levels from physical reactions alone—might seem strange, but his response suggested I was succeeding.
“Haang, ahng!”
“Even the way you express pleasure is beautiful. I’ve never met a woman like you.”
“Aahng!”
With my legs forced wide and his hand rubbing me mercilessly, I felt climax approaching. I warned him, “I’m going to come! Hng!”
“Come hard for me.”
“Hyaaang!”
The moment I crossed the threshold, an intense wave of pleasure crashed over me—the first real climax I had felt in a long time. My mind went blank. After that I was lost in the overwhelming tide of consecutive orgasms. When I finally regained some semblance of awareness, he was still thrusting vigorously inside me.
True to my request, he had not stopped even during my climax. Thanks to him, I was able to ride the full wave of pleasure from multiple peaks. The lingering aftershocks made me pant and clench around him involuntarily.
“Hmm? Have you finally come back to your senses?”
“Haa… I’m sorry for enjoying myself so much.”
“Hahaha, it’s quite all right. Your pussy is such a masterpiece that it squeezes beautifully on its own.”
Sweating yet powerful, he kept driving his hips forward. In the prone bone position, pressed tightly against me from above, his thick glans pushed deep, nudging and compressing my womb.
“Ugh, so deep…”
“It’s my first time with a pussy that swallows me completely yet still grips so tightly. We seem to have excellent internal compatibility.”
“Haang!”
I moaned in time with his thrusts and tightened around him. We moved together in rhythm until suddenly he frowned, stopped his vigorous movements, and paused to catch his breath.
“Hng, is it difficult for you?”
“I’m resting intermittently to hold back my ejaculation. Huu, the sight of your pussy swallowing my cock is wonderful no matter how many times I see it.”
When he lifted his upper body and straightened, the lewd image of my pussy stretched tightly around his embedded cock became visible. The thick outer lips gripped him firmly, creating an intensely obscene picture.
“Why are you enduring it so painfully?”
“Even I lose my erection for a while after ejaculating. If I want to continue without stopping, I have no choice but to hold it back.”
He was willingly suffering the discomfort of delaying his release just to fulfill my request. Even while standing still and sweating to calm himself, he continued caressing my clit and breasts so my arousal would not fade. I realized what an excellent male he truly was.
To help him, I consciously relaxed my inner muscles, simply enveloping him instead of squeezing. Yet his thickness filled me so completely that even that passive embrace caused occasional involuntary twitches.
After remaining seated with his cock buried inside me for some time, he let out a long breath.
“It has calmed a little. Shall we begin again?”
“Ah, then please change positions. I’ll get on top.”
“Like this, then…”
He lifted me easily, lay down in my place, and I began moving my hips above him. With his considerate hands supporting my own and my waist to make riding easier, I performed the role of a woman enjoying sex in the most beautiful manner possible.
Since the intense pleasure I had felt earlier had subsided and I could no longer sense real sexual stimulation, the acting came easily.