Interlude: The Main Dish [Continued from Chapter 22]
My brain tingles numbly from climax after climax. My melted pussy clings to his cock as it tries to withdraw, as if reluctant to let it go—and my husband, sharing that reluctance, drags himself along my inner walls, tormenting me on his way out. He could have stayed inside me a little longer...
"Heeung! Haah, hoo... mmn."
With a wet, obscene sound he pulls back to the very tip, then lies down beside me, savoring the afterglow. One arm curls around me, and he buries his nose in the nape of my neck, breathing in my scent.
"Adela, have I ever told you that you smell like peaches?"
"Mmn, Seobaang-niim♥ that tickleees..."
He laps at the sweat trickling down my neck, and my body flinches and curls in on itself.
"Hold still. We're not done yet."
He slides a little lower and sinks his teeth into one of my breasts. A hint of pain, and pleasure follows close behind. Teeth marks bloom around my areola. Then he draws my nipple into his mouth and savors it with delicate flicks of his tongue.
"Haahng, no! Seobang-nim! That's too much—too muuuch!!"
Using the arms bound above my head, I do my best to wrench him off my chest. With a leisurely hand he brushes aside my already clumsy arms, then loops an arm behind my waist and hauls me back in as I try to flee the pleasure.
"Chuuup... I love these breasts. Exactly my type."
Thank goodness. Thank goodness my body is to his taste. But the biting, the sucking—it scrambles my thoughts; I wish he'd stop. At this rate I'll degenerate into a creature that lives for nothing but having her breasts toyed with.
"Aahng! Ah, ha! Aah!"
Under the ceaseless teasing my hips twist this way and that.
"Ahh, I see. You want me to torment you down here too, don't you?"
This time his hand slides down, unhoods my hidden clit, and works it, and my voice turns sweet all on its own. Nor does he stop there—his long fingers plunge into my lower hole, still brimming full of his cum.
"Ugh! Aahng♥ I-I don't waaant it♥ this isn't right! Seobaanniim, spare meee♥"
I squeeze my legs together, trying to rein in his fingers.
"You don't say 'I don't want it.' You say you like it."
His leg hooks around one of mine and locks it in place, while his other leg wedges between my thighs and shoves the opposite one aside. In the end, just as he intends, my arms lift above my head and my legs spread wide open, and I'm left moaning in pleasure with my precious place and my shameful place both bared—a lewd creature in heat.
His domineering manner sets my heart pounding, and the soft voice whispering his love sets my body burning hotter still.
"Ah♥ Aahng♥ Haah, nngh♥"
I can't hold back the moans spilling from my lips—and my husband gives neither his mouth nor his hands a moment's rest. Even as he keeps working my chest, he catches the semen seeping from my pussy in his palm and begins spreading it over my anus this time.
Our lovemaking was already vigorous enough that the chrysanthemum close by was glistening with the fluids that had trickled down, but the moment he starts smearing his seed onto it in earnest, I realize it's my back entrance's turn and clamp my mouth shut. Not a chance, his hands seem to say, and fingers sticky and slick with cum stab into the very center of the chrysanthemum.
"Nngh! Aah...! S-Seobaanniim♥ Mmn! Nng...! Kyaa! Y-you're going to do it... there too...?"
"What, don't you want it?"
"N-no, that's not it♥ i-it's just, I'm not ready yeet♥ Hyaah!"
His finger churns through my guts, and the memory of pleasure once forcibly carved into my anus and rectum comes back to life.
"I'll get you ready myself, starting right now. Besides—if it's my property and I intend to use it, do I need your permission?"
Tormenting the place that is becoming an erogenous zone harder still, he draws the answer he wants out of me.
"Pleeease! Aahhh♥ Nng! Don't dooo it♥ like thaaat! Aahng♥ my poor buuutt! Seobaanniim, pleeease♥"
Burning away the heat that had begun to cool in my head, he pours pleasure into me once more.
"Yeees♥ do whatever, you waaant♥ Seobaanniim♥"
The fingers entering my back hole increase one by one—two, then three. The sensation of him touching the walls of my gut gives me goosebumps; every hair on my body stands on end.
"Haahn, th-that's♥ dangerous! It feels, strange♥"
Teased and sucked without pause, my nipple has hardened to the point that the merest flick of his tongue is enough to send me over the edge.
Perhaps he could no longer hold back either, for he releases the body he'd pinned in place and climbs up over me. It feels as though I've vanished entirely beneath him, from head to toe. There had always been some difference in our height, but seen this close, he seems vaster still. His cock pulses hard in the space between us, its heat and throbbing telling me exactly how aroused he is.
He kisses me again, and this time I lift my tongue to meet his.
"Chuup, aahm! Seobaanniim♥"
"I love you, Adela. I love you."
After several kisses—deciding, perhaps, that I've been warmed through—he unties the silk cloth binding my hands and tells me firmly:
"Adela, we're starting now. I'm letting your hands free, so be good and stay put."
At last I'm freed from everything that held me down. If I truly wanted to bolt, I felt I could manage it right now. But I can't. Because he is my Seobang-nim, and I am his bride. If he wishes it, then it is only right for me to spread my legs and receive him, anytime, anywhere. The black, warm energy he gives me is steadily mending my body. This is right. Submitting to him is right. I want to carry my Seobang-nim's child. Holding the pose exactly as he left me, I wait for his command. I cannot defy him.
Because I love him.
Seobaanniim♥, Seobaanniim♥ give me more. Love me more.
Gazing up at him with mournful, pleading eyes, I beg my Seobang-nim to love this female body of mine even more.
"Adela. Hoo... You drive me mad."
My husband's eyes glow red. As though I could feel his gaze itself, my body convulses.
He wrenches my legs apart and pulls my hips back, baring my anus. It is the position known as the flexion pose. His glans, flushed so hot I could almost believe steam was rising from it, presses against my back hole—drenched in his cum—and begins to plow me open.
"Heuk! Hk! U... hup!! Seobaanniim♥"
The girth of him, spreading me wide as it pushes in, wrings a shallow breath from my lungs; the length of it makes me gulp that breath right back in. When I thrash in protest at the sphincter stretched to its limit, he twists my nipple, diluting the pain with pleasure. Gritting my teeth against pain that feels like tearing, I try to focus on the pleasure he's injecting into me. In the end, before his cock can drive in to the root, the narrow mouth near my colon refuses the intrusion of his crown, and the penetration pauses for a moment.
"Adela, from now on, think of it as emptying your bowels, and put strength into your lower belly."
"Ye-yeesh? Ever shince I became... thith... it'sh been sho long shince I've... gone...?"
"Do it. You can, can't you? My bride."
He kisses the inside of my knee, urging me on.
"I-I'll tryyy♥"
Breathing slowly and deeply, I call up a sensation I'd forgotten since my demonization. Bearing down on my lower belly, I pray only not to disappoint him. My worry proved needless: the narrow mouth that had barricaded his glans slowly began to slacken.
As though he'd been waiting for exactly that, my husband rams his cock in to the root, prying the narrow entrance open and forcing his way inside.
"Heuk!! Ohh! Uugh! Seobaanniim!!"
"Good girl. My bride."
Meeting his face as he looks down at me so lovingly, receiving his essence through my back hole—this, right now, is happiness beyond compare. Gripping my own legs where they hang over his shoulders, I roll my hips to meet every one of his thrusts, welcoming him in.
With his cock buried deep, I clench my sphincter and wrap my intestinal walls around him, sheathing him entirely. Delighted, it seems, by how eagerly I answer him, he spurs his hips faster.
"Hyaahn! Aah... nngh! Haahng♥ Nnaaah!! Seobaanniim, I love you♥"
He watches with an indulgent, almost proud expression as I confess my love while struggling to take what's his, then presses kisses into the inner thighs draped over his body, leaving his marks behind.
The rhythm quickens, racing toward its peak. Thanks to the erogenous zone he's taught my rear passage to have, I too pant and gasp, bracing for orgasm. This is the deepest he has ever reached. The weight of him invading my colon grants a pleasure unlike any other.
"Seobaanniim♥ I-I'm! I'm... cumming♥"
In the end, I am the one who declares surrender first. There is no beating my husband. As if to answer me in kind, he shoves his cock in until my colon bends, and replies:
"Let's come together. Yeobo."
"Yeesh♥ I wuv you♥ I wuv youuu!!"
My hips clench, squeezing down hard around his cock as he spends himself deep in my gut. Perhaps he was satisfied too, because despite being worn out from coming again and again, he pours out an even greater flood of semen.
My belly feels swollen and full. Filled with his love from the front and from behind, I'm suffused with happiness. My body shudders at the sheer ruthlessness of the cock being slowly drawn out of my anus. Today has been an exhausting day for both of us. Leaving his cock resting between my legs, I slip my arm free of his embrace and fall asleep as though fainting.