13.1 Night Watch - Bella
"Suck."
To the curt command, Bella stared silently at Ian's cock. A glistening shaft. The thick, musky scent of semen brewed in his balls for two weeks mingled with gastric juices and saliva, wafting a sour yet strangely intoxicating aroma.
"……Got it."
She obediently parted her lips. One hand reached for the cock, the other for his thigh—but Ian clearly wanted none of it. He yanked the collar tight and seized her outstretched wrists, hoisting them up.
Bella blinked in confusion. "What the hell? Why?"
"No hands."
"But without hands, how the fuck am I supposed to…."
She tried to complain, but the words died as Ian wrenched the collar and rammed his cock straight into her mouth. The shaft filled her completely, the lingering semen reek surging up her nose and spinning her head dizzy.
Second blowjob. The first had been pure force, but this time she was at least taking some control.
Can't use my hands, though. Still, better than letting Ian do all the work. Less agony that way.
He wrenched the collar viciously. "Move."
With her wrists pinned by Ian, Bella rocked her upper body slowly back and forth at his command.
"Slurp… schlurp… gack."
Without pushing too hard, she eased the cock down her throat bit by bit. Ian's girth crushed her uvula, triggering dry heaves, but with her throat stuffed full, no bile could rise.
"Grrk. Kk. Grk."
Her chest burned, throat constricted. Yet Bella pressed on, swallowing him deeper into her gullet. Because it was his order.
Roughly eight or nine inches long. Girth like a woman's forearm.
"Ahm… slurp. schlurp… chuu… pwah… hack."
"No breaks. Didn't say you could rest."
"Mm, mmph… Got it. Ahm."
A normal woman would've flat-out refused, shaking her head in horror. Impossible. But Bella engulfed it in one smooth motion. Her body thrilled at the brutality.
…And because it's Ian's.
The man who's devoured most of my heart. This pain? This torment? Nothing. Just activate mana.
"Ahm… churup… gurk– cough… haaaack… grrk."
Never imagined using body reinforcement like this before… Now it felt natural, mana hardening her flesh routine.
First off, I can keep this up awhile.
Ian's stamina was insane already. No mana, yet a libido like a damn monster. Who knew?
"Chupa… Ha. Haam… schup."
Then Cheong-ah's hellish training had remodeled him near-fatally. Pure physical prowess—stamina, endurance—surpassed most gold-rank adventurers.
Monstrous libido plus inexhaustible stamina. And he could actually fuck.
"Grrk… grrrk… hack… slurp… heup."
Raw physique overwhelmed. Just brute force slammed every pleasure point, skewering her core. And his technique? Sharpening daily. Cheong-ah's monster, through and through.
…That bitch Cheong-ah just shrugged it off.
'Isn't it better if hubby’s strong?' Brazen as fuck.
And Bella had to admit, she wasn't wrong.
Strong is good.
My husband, after all. Sure, handling it sucked—but better than weak.
Sex with Ian's always brutal anyway.
Cheong-ah got it relatively gentle; Ian treated Bella like a total slut. Now, channeling mana for enhancement was default during their romps. Couldn't survive the sensations otherwise. The agony-pleasure spiking up her spine, crushing her brain.
Case in point: He feigned receiving service, but slyly thrust to prod the sweet spots in her self-trained throat.
"Hyaam… chuu… lick. Heum…."
Her pussy? Already beyond soaked—drenched. Love juices gushing like she'd pissed herself, saturating pants, overflowing to drip on the ground.
Just cocksucking, yet her body recalled the ingrained ecstasy, primed to take him.
"Schlup… schup… grrk…."
She hilted the cock in her throat. Throat muscles clenched fine around it. His bulging urethra throbbed harder.
"Kuh…."
Ian's stifled groan leaked. Two weeks pent-up? Hypersensitive—second round, yet he couldn't hold, semen blasting from his tip.
"Cumming, Bella."
"Grrk……!"
Ian yanked collar and wrists harder. Hips mashed flush.
Byuurrrrk……!!
Globs of jelly-thick cum. Two-week brew's stench flooded throat, nostrils, brain.
Hooohhh…!!
The smell alone peaked her pathetic body.
Semen bypassed throat straight to stomach. Already prodigious loads dwarfed normal men; post-abstinence? Multiples more.
Bella's gut bloated full, belly swelling.
Urk… Stuffed.
Only after packing her did it cease. Ian eased out slowly.
Schluuup…. Throat suddenly void.
Corners crusted with pubes, Bella dazedly gaped lips over her stuffed gut. Drool and pale yellow semen trailed. Coppery burp from overflow.
"Grrk… gurk."
Humiliating, yet the dense night-bloom haze and throatgasm left her blissed-out, shame distant.
But Ian, unsatisfied, had no mercy.
He yanked the collar. Bella hazily looked up.
"Stand."
"Mm… Standing."
Her usual fiery, curse-laden bark now nasally breathy.
She rose; Ian nodded to the tree.
"Grab it. Ass out."
"Got it…."
Legs quaking. Barely begun, excitement betrayed her. Fawn-legged, she clutched bark, thrust ass back.
Ian sidled up, shoved hand into taut pants. Into sweat-slick crack.
Sodden panties. He rubbed her slit.
Squish– Two fingers plunged deep.
"Euungh… hack…."
"Prepped already?"
"Yeah, pussy… fucking soaked."
"This wet just from sucking cock?"
"Eut… hn, sucking hubby's dick makes my pussy… hack feel so good… heut."
"Always call me the perv—turns out you're the real slut bitch, Bella."
"Haat… hack… Bullshit, your fault hack…."
Endless squelching folds, hot whispers—her breaths heaved, chest tight, lungs burning.
Aah….
Stop teasing. Fingers ain't enough. Gimme something thicker, longer—now.
"……Ian."
"What?"
"When cock? Quit fingers, fuck me already."
She wagged her plump ass temptingly. Sane? She'd retch in horror.
Squish– squish–.
"Hng… hn… eung… Hurryyy."
Semen-drunk from gut to scalp. Her mind? Pure filth: Ian's cock, now.
"Nah."
"Hn… hack… Asshole…."
Despite begging, no dice. Sure, he craved slurping those fingers, slamming her clinging cunt—but.
"Teased me two weeks straight, now want it easy?"
"Heut… eut… Th-that… hack."
"No shame?"
"S-sor hnng… hack… My bad. All me."
Squish squish squish–!
Fingers accelerated.
"Hng, hack…! I-Ian…! W-wait. Eut, hack. G-gonna… Aaaang…!"
"No cumming. Hold it. Cum now, no dick."
"Hn, heut…! N-nooo. C-cock… hack… Cock please. I'll hold… hngk…."
Squishsquishsquishsquish…!
Weak spots swelled inside. Ian's fingers mapped her slutty depths, tormenting relentlessly. Press, rake, grind rough nails.
"Eek…! Hik, higit…!"
No mercy, pussy brutalized pure pain—but.
"Hack…! Aak…! Hack…! Ukueueuk…!"
Bella's masochistic cunt squealed joy, squirting wildly.
"Not cumming? Told you no."
"N-no, didn't… hack. H-holding. Hngk…."
Drrrip… drrriip…!
Gushes streamed thighs, soaked calves, puddled below.
"Hik…! Hhik! Hyat…! Aaaaaang…!"
Splaaaash…!!
Jetting squirt. Climax arched her back, head thrown.
"Ahk, hack… hgrut…."
Shuddering. Ian wrenched collar vise-tight.
"Agit…!"
Throat wrenched, eyes locked. Gruff growl: "Cum? Defied me, you impatient bitch?"
"……Huuuu……."
What'd satisfy him? Confess? Deny?
She pondered, then—flushed, lips quivering—curled a smirk, voice cockily casual as hell.
"N-nope, you dumb fuck… Like your fingers could make me hack cum?"
"Yeah? That's my bitch."
Ian grinned, pleased. Nailed it.
"Hhit, pervert fuck."
"Now ram that fucking thick long cock in my bitch cunt."
"Fucking give it to me, shithead."