Hunt, and Predation (5)
The tip of his cock brushed against Wolbaek's tongue.
That soft yet faintly rough texture climbed over the place her pussy had just heated so thoroughly.
He ought to stop. He ought to talk about how he would appeal to Mother and Cheonghwa. About which of them — Gyeonghwa, Cheonsua, or Geumryang — he would push aside to make room for her. The cold, rational things he needed to prepare.
"Slurp… Young Master… hurry…❤️"
He was already moving toward her face.
When his cock only touched her tongue and refused to enter, Wolbaek sucked her tongue back in with a wet little sound. Then, as if she couldn't stand the wait, she bent her knees and tipped her head farther toward him.
"Jin Yu…."
"Kh…."
"Our Jin Yu's cock… shove it down big sister's throat❤️"
There — the hole of her upper cunt opened again.
With her index finger still inside her own mouth, she parted her lips wider and showed him the inside without a shred of shame. Soft tongue and the inner membrane of her cheek. A throat so warm it was nearly scorching. Thick, slick saliva. And that greedy gaze locked obsessively on his shaft, ending exactly level with her chin.
I don't know anymore.
Ilhui or Uncheong… right now, there was only a single onahole in front of him.
He stepped closer, one pace at a time.
The moment his tip pressed against her upper lip, the pretty hand that had been holding her mouth open — those fingers still glistening with spit — cupped the underside of his glans and carefully guided it toward the center of her oral cave.
"Haaa…❤️"
Hot breath spilled from her throat-cunt and clung to the head of his cock. Thick. Melting. As if she meant to coat him entirely in her lust.
His cock slid forward along the root of her tongue, following that familiar heat and wetness, and began to descend Wolbaek's esophagus. Occasional ugh, ugh sounds rose from her, but nothing as violent as before.
Her face was hidden beneath his shaft, so he couldn't read her exact expression — yet he felt her throat clamp and grip him. And then…
A bulge.
Along the front of Wolbaek's fully arched neck, the path of his cock down her throat-cunt stood out in stark relief. He rolled his hips in small motions, watching that protruding ridge travel up and down.
Is there anything more arousing than freely fucking someone's head and throat with your cock?
As he worked deeper, front to back, he noticed the finger that had been holding her mouth open had slipped down to stroke her own folds.
"You're getting throat-fucked and you still want to masturbate?"
"…❤️"
"God… you're a hopeless pervert…!!"
A long, wet gwoooh… uk!
"❤️❤️❤️…!!!"
"Huk…. Hwaaa…."
Whoa……
It was all the way in.
The bulge in her neck was gone. His glans had gone deeper than anything visible from outside. Only her entire throat, straining to hold him, remained swollen.
Just past the center of her collarbone. The far end of her esophagus.
Her throat twitched as if begging for air, clamping hard — and still Wolbaek kept plunging her fingers into her own pussy.
So you're the same kind of person I am.
A crazy bitch who chased pleasure even with death right in front of her.
He pressed his groin flush to Wolbaek's mouth and drew his hips back alone, pulling free. The sudden release of pressure made her suck air desperately through her nose. Somewhere along the way she had learned to breathe through her windpipe even with her esophagus full — and he found that oddly endearing.
A girl like that deserved another gift.
"Big sister likes cock best, doesn't she?"
"Li… ghehk… kh…❤️"
"Swallow."
He didn't need an answer. Her throat, writhing like a cunt, was answering for her.
He drove himself back to the deepest point. A place nothing should enter unless it had already been chewed and swallowed. The unnatural heat there hurried his climax. He lingered a dozen-odd seconds in that endlessly squeezing tip, then drew out again as far as the root of her tongue.
"Huu…."
"Hek, heeek❤️ Hnng, hup, heeeek…❤️"
He was at his limit.
His cock had been hypersensitive from the first touch of her tongue. Two or three trips into paradise, and his lower belly was already coiling, ready to fire.
If I shove back into her throat-cunt right now….
"Big sister."
"Y-yeah?"
"You know how fucking hot you look right now?"
"Hnn…❤️❤️"
"Of every face I've ever seen on you, this one is the most adorable."
With those words, he rammed his cock into her trembling mouth. Not like fucking a person — like using a tool. Brutal. Instinctively she pushed her tongue out farther, trying to swallow him. All the way in, then back to her lips, then in again, then out….
At last a fierce urge to come surged up.
"Big sister… I'm gonna cum, so swallow every drop…!!"
"Hek, euk, kh, grk, hngk…❤️❤️"
The instant he felt something as hot as her throat-cunt itself climbing his shaft, he drove his hips forward as hard as he could — crushing her face into his groin without care.
"❤️❤️…!!"
Deeper than ever before. The tip of his glans felt as if it were pushing against a cervix. Dizzy, he braced both hands on the bed she lay on, and at the same moment—
Byurrrrt— byurt, byurrrrrt———
"Haeeuk……!!"
"❤️❤️❤️❤️—!!!"
Through the narrow gap he saw Wolbaek's eyes fly wide. The fog of oxygen starvation cleared under the sudden flood of semen. Pleasure must have hit her in the same rush, because as his cum poured into her stomach her hips began to lift…
Pshht… pshyaaat…!!
Where she found the strength he couldn't guess, but she came with spectacular force. Both of them — the volume was enormous. The entire passage his seed traveled shuddered. It went on for tens of seconds.
At first her throat-cunt had clenched and trembled; after his cock stayed buried for those long seconds, pumping, and after she herself had finished, it went slack and loose.
The strange part: in all that time, Wolbaek's throat never once swallowed with a deliberate gulp. Only the rhythmic clenching of climax. Maybe because he had cum past the esophagus, straight into her stomach?
— Jupoop….
"Heeek… heuk, hnn, hek, heeek…!!"
As if to prove it, when his cock finally slipped free nearly a full minute later, no gagging rose from Wolbaek's throat. Nothing had pooled there. What remained was only the sticky strand of fluid linking her lips to the tip of his glans — and Wolbaek herself, completely spent after pouring everything into that final peak.
"Huu… hnn…❤️ Huhu…❤️"
"What… huu, are you so happy about…?"
He sat beside her sprawled body and stroked the upper curve of her belly, where his semen must already be churning. She squirmed as if it tickled. Then, with effort, she turned her face toward him and opened her mouth.
"Getting… fucked by Young Master…❤️❤️"
"Haa…."
He wanted to take her again, but he was finished too. His cock still held a measure of hardness, yet he lacked the strength to so much as twitch a finger. Every desire and every fretting thought felt extinguished.
"Jin Yu…."
"Yeah, big sister?"
"How was big sister's pussy?❤️"
"That…."
Words failed him. The memory of entering both her lower cunt and her upper one flashed through him at once, and the pleasure of those moments rushed straight back into his cock.
"My, my…❤️"
Watching him stiffen again, Wolbaek chuckled under her breath. Message received without a word. Then, looking rather pleased with herself, she went on.
"Who else but me is going to swallow our Jin Yu's cock all the way to the root?"
"True."
"Who else is going to offer her jade gate all day for you to taste, and swallow every drop of your affection?"
"That too."
But he caught the flicker that crossed her face — the slight downturn of her eyes, almost a wince.
No one else will do this for you. I'm good at this. So please…
The same defense mechanism he had seen half a dozen times already tonight. The lifelong cage of someone who had always had to prove her usefulness. The pitiful habit of "Ilhui" Wolbaek that only ever loosened when pleasure left her mindless.
"Our Jin Yu had his first time with this big sister Wolbaek — what are you going to do now? Other women will never—"
"—Big sister."
"Y-yeah?"
"Are you still scared?"
"…."
"Afraid you won't get to go to Beijing?"
"……Yeah. I am."
"Why?"
Wolbaek forced her body over with everything she had. She didn't want him to see her face.
"…Jin Yu."
"Mm?"
"Are you going to marry me?"
"…Huh??"
"Hehe…."
For a second he regretted it. If he had answered right away with something like sure, why not — or even just reacted with what are you talking about — she wouldn't have had to hide that sorrowful expression in the blankets.
"A woman… eventually reaches a time when someone has to take responsibility for her."
"…."
"For a courtesan, finding that moment and that person is… truly hard."
She continued in a quiet, even voice.
"Me. Today I found myself thinking something without meaning to."
"What kind of thought?"
"That even if I become Uncheong, if I'm only going to be the Emperor's plaything… I'd rather live as Jin Yu's plaything. That would be… happier."
"Big sister…."
She shook her head, face still buried in the bedding.
"But I can't. I can't…. Our Jin Yu still has so many other women to meet… so many more to taste. You're still so young, aren't you?"
"You too—"
"If it isn't Jin Yu, I don't want any other man."
The words struck his chest like a blade.
"…But if I absolutely have to lean on someone, shouldn't I attach myself to the greatest person there is?"
Wolbaek lifted her head and looked at him. She seemed to be holding back tears.
"I'll never forget tonight as long as I live."
"…."
"Before or after… there will never be a night this filthy and this thrilling."
"Big sister."
"Send me to Beijing. And forget me, Jin Yu. With other women. With other pleasures…."
"How am I supposed to—"
"I'll try to forget too. Every time someone's hand touches me I'll remember yours, and every time I'm filled I'll think of your cock… but the one who takes responsibility for me won't be you."
Should he say it here — that he would take responsibility for her?
His mouth wouldn't open.
A single night's dream. She wanted today to stay that way, for his sake and for hers.
"Wolbaek."
"Yes… Young Master."
"You will go to Beijing."
"Hn…!"
"But, big sister."
"Y-yeah……?"
"…There's still a long time left before dawn, isn't there?"
"……❤️"
…And he couldn't deny it either.
Which meant he, too, wanted this to remain a dream. If so, the only thing left for them was to turn that dream into a rapture this world had never seen. To carve into her body a pleasure she would never experience again.
Wolbaek trembled as she pushed herself up. Then she crawled toward him. Her figure was as exquisite as ever, and her eyes — which he had only learned of today — brimmed with carnal hunger. But that was all.
What he felt for her was not love or affection. Not a wish to dig into her life and become her support. Only desire. Knowing that, he did not refuse when she draped both arms over his shoulders, rose against him, and slowly brought her lips to his.
"Haup… tsup, hnn…❤️"
They mixed saliva. Wrapped their tongues around each other. Took each other's exhaled breath as their own inhale. Listened to the lewd sound of membrane rubbing membrane.
For tonight, all of this belonged to him.
"…Big sister, whose plaything are you tonight?"
"Young Master's…❤️"
"Good girl. So what should you say?"
"Please fuck me more…❤️"
"Ha, fuck…."
That day, he learned something new.
That even without love, an affection denser and more electric than love was possible.