She Looks Happy
She looks happy.
"Haup, slurp, shloop..." The sound dragged my eyes open. Inyoung's bed.
The smell of sweat steeped through the night and the musky reek of damp flesh flooded my nose, with a faint layer of lavender diffuser beneath it all. What the—my lower half wasn't just warm, it was hot. I reached out and slowly peeled the blanket back, and the heat that had been trapped beneath rolled out along with a fishy, humid breath.
Inyoung was lying face-down between my legs, her face buried in her tangled hair, both hands wrapped around my rock-hard cock as she licked up its length with her tongue.
Then she suddenly raised her head and looked up at me with eyes gone completely glazed.
Oh...
Through the gap of her glossy, drool-slicked lips she pushed out her wet tongue and mumbled through the mush.
"Did you... sleeb... well...?"
A greeting. In the middle of all this.
"Mm."
"Master... nnh, until you wake up... I'll keep... going."
"Keep going."
Inyoung ducked her head again, dragging her long, flattened tongue up the vein-bulging shaft in one slow stroke from base to tip. Slk, slurp. She pressed her plump lips over the swollen head and sucked it in with a loud pop, licked away the bead of pre-cum with the tip of her tongue, swallowed, then buried her face low. Her lips slid all the way down to the base of my balls and engulfed my drawn-taut sac whole.
Pop... shluurp. Her cheeks hollowed with every pull, and she rolled my sac around her mouth like a piece of candy before tracing a wet path back up the shaft.
Khh. Why is she so damn good at this?
Her strained lips slowly swallowed past the head, and the slick, suffocating pressure of the membranes deep in her throat squeezed my lower half with a prickling tightness. The brush of her breasts against my thighs felt good too.
Then the nightstand by the head of the bed erupted with a clamorous vibration. I turned my head and glanced at the screen.
"Answer it."
I swiped the screen, hit accept, then stretched out the arm holding the phone and shoved it right up beside the cheek of Inyoung as she slurped away at my cock.
A frantic voice came pouring through the speaker.
- Inyoung! Where are you? Why aren't you picking up?
Inyoung couldn't spit my cock all the way out, so she only pursed her lips around it and let her breath spill in pants. "Haa, ah..."
- Inyoung? What's wrong with your voice? Did something happen?
Nudging the shaft lodged down her throat with her tongue, Inyoung barely managed to move her jaw. "I'm... not feeling so good... nnh, koff."
- Huh? You're that sick? Want me to come over now?
"No... don't come... in a bit... haa, I'll call you..."
Inyoung reached out a finger and jabbed the end-call button, letting the phone drop onto the sheets. Nobody had even told her to, and she'd covered for herself like a natural. Was she always this kind of girl? Junhyuk must be worried sick right about now.
Inyoung crawled up my body, her soaked lips trailing past my thigh, pressing firmly against my pubic bone and lower belly. She climbed on with tiny bites at my firm abs, her breath scorching like a fever.
Her palm pressed down on my collarbone. With her flushed face buried in my chest, she swirled the tip of her tongue around my left nipple. Slk, lick. She chewed at it softly, then slyly rolled her eyes up, clinging to my expression with those half-unfocused pupils as if searching it.
"I did well... didn't I?"
You sure did. Instead of answering, I snapped my hips up, tapping my rigid cock against her belly—thump, thump. Every time the hot flesh slapped her stomach, Inyoung's shoulders jolted, and her gaze slid downward.
"I'll... do more for you."
Inyoung promptly twisted around, hoisted her hips, and draped herself over my chest, planting her crotch right above my face. At least she followed orders well. Right in front of me, her drenched pussy quivered, and with every breath the scent of sweat-slicked flesh and thick arousal drove deep into my nose. Clear, sticky juice dripped from between her lips and landed on my chest.
Still in that position, she pushed my cock back into her mouth.
Whoa. She clamped down like she meant to take a bite, drool dripping freely as her throat squeezed hard. Slk, shluurp.
"Why so worked up?" Gripping her plump, swaying ass with both hands, I buried my face in without mercy and drove my tongue deep into her soaked slit.
"Mmph—hnngh!" A crushed moan burst out of Inyoung's cock-filled throat.
I soothed her spread flesh with slow licks before lapping hungrily at her entrance. Shlurp, slk, shlrup. Her juices smeared my whole mouth and ran down my chin.
The more I fondled her from below, the harder Inyoung's head bobbed, the pace of her sucking on my cock visibly escalating. She wrapped her tongue wide beneath the shaft, lapping along the shape of my glans, then opened wide and sucked hard enough to hollow her cheeks.
Let's give this a try, then. I picked up my pace too, sliding my tongue inside to lick up along her walls, pressing my left thumb down on her swollen clit and rubbing it in soft, slow circles.
"Nnh—mmph! Hnn! Mmph!" Inyoung's thighs trembled like leaves in a gale, and hot arousal burst from between her lips, drenching my mouth and nose. Her lower belly shook. A light one, apparently. Even convulsing at her peak, her lips never let go of my cock—no, the membranes of her throat clenched and bit down on my shaft like they'd never release it.
"Ha... fuck..." The curse spilled out on its own, riding the pleasure climbing up my spine. If she kept this up, I'd blow in no time.
"Hoo... that's enough." I gripped Inyoung's hips and shoved her roughly aside, and she tumbled across the sheets with a flop.
I got up and walked to the foot of the bed. Inyoung lay there panting, buck naked, chest heaving hard, arousal seeping out of her and soaking the mattress into a deep, dark stain.
"Come here."
"Yesss..."
Bracing herself on the wet sheet, Inyoung wriggled and crawled over, and I seized a fistful of her hair, dragging her toward the edge of the bed.
"Ahh—!"
The back of her head came to rest over the edge. The instant our eyes met, as if on cue, Inyoung tipped her chin up, spread her mouth wide, and panted around her drool-drenched tongue.
"Good girl." I fed my rigid cock between her parted lips in a single stroke. Chup. No hesitation—I pushed all the way to the root, pressing down her tongue, sliding past her tonsils, and burrowing deep to the clenched entrance of her throat.
The tender flesh clamped tight around my glans, and the strange, heavy pressure stopped my hips for a beat. Every pulsing squeeze of the muscles in her throat traveled straight down to each and every vein.
Ha... this is insane.
I'd been taking my sweet time, but Inyoung's oxygen-starved body suddenly jerked rigid. "Gack! Kkh—gck...!" Rough retching burst from the depths of her throat, the convulsing grip wringing the tip of my cock, and her frantic breaths blasted through the gaps around it, hot against my balls. It was a pleasant warmth.
"Okay, okay." I tightened my grip on her hair to hold her steady and began to move my hips, slow and heavy.
Chup, schlk. "Mmph, ughk, gkk...!" Her crushed screams kept coming out in broken chunks, and every time my cock stirred up her throat, spit bubbled inside and thick foam pushed out past her lips. Paying it no mind, I kept raising the rhythm.
Schlk, puk, chk, chlk. The dull, wet cracks of flesh slapping flesh rang lewdly through the room. Inyoung's hands flailed at empty air, then started shoving wildly at my thighs and stomach—her nails scraped my skin, but her strength was already at its limit, sliding away limp. She looked lovely like that, thrashing and twisting like she was having a fit. Thick, frothy drool ran in ropes down her chin from both corners of her stretched mouth, and her face, smeared with tears and snot, was beyond description.
The strength drained from her fingertips, and her trembling fingers slipped limply down onto the sheets. At that moment, I yanked the cock buried deep in her throat free; with a wet smack, a rope of drool came trailing out after it, stretching long.
"Kkh! Gack, huaah...!" Inyoung jackknifed up, coughing violently, gulping for air through her raw, stretched throat in desperate little gasps. Her tear-sodden lashes shivered.
She hadn't even caught her breath yet. "Resting already?" I jammed two fingers of my left hand between her parted lips and wrenched her jaw open.
"Haa, ah... M-Ma...ster..."
The moment her voice leaked out, I slammed my spit-slicked cock back down into the depths of her throat. Shluuup. "Gack! Kkh!" I plugged her airway again. Schlk, schlk, puk, chlk.
Pressing her head down against the edge of the bed, I drove into her mouth without a pause. Lewd, sticky sounds rang out loud from inside her gaping mouth. Her legs kicked this way and that across the sheets before going rigid and convulsing, and in time with those desperate spasms, the membranes of her throat twitched and squeezed my cock tighter.
I'm about to blow.
Yanking her hair roughly, I pressed the tip of my glans right up against the deepest point of her throat. "Swallow."
Spurt. Hot cum erupted toward the depths of her gullet without restraint. Glk, gulp, gulp. Twice, three times, on and on it pumped, filling her insides to the brim.
At the same instant, Inyoung's eyes rolled back white. Her flailing arms dropped lifeless to the bed, and every trembling muscle in her body went slack, like a robot with its power cut off.
I stayed buried in her throat, catching my ragged breath until I'd finished emptying myself completely. Only after savoring the pleasure and wringing out the very last drop did I slowly draw out, my glans slipping free past her lips with a wet shluup. The moment I let go of her hair, Inyoung's head lolled back off the edge of the bed.
From her dazed, parted lips, the cum she hadn't managed to swallow welled up and spilled out, mingling with drool as it slid down her cheek.
Whoa. She's not dead, right? I pressed a finger under her nose. Thankfully, she was still breathing. Cum beaded at the edge of her lips and dripped—plip, plip—onto the floor.
Whew. My cock, apparently still unsatisfied, stood stiffly upright.
After a rough rinse with water, I sat down beside Inyoung's head and picked up the phone lying on the sheets. I switched on the news, and the morning broadcast came through, a red banner scrolling boldly across the bottom of the screen.
The anchor was rattling on with a stiff expression.
- Last night, an assault by a group of beastkin believed to be members of the Baekah organization occurred throughout the New Seoul West District. Two civilians are missing from the scene, and S.A.T.O Executive Division Team 2 has been urgently deployed to—
If it was the West District, it wasn't all that far from here. Beastkin this, Baekah that—I'd been hearing about them a lot more often lately. My stomach growled.
"I'm hungry."
I got up off the bed and picked up Inyoung's shoulder bag from where it lay on the floor, fishing out her wallet to rummage through it. Between a few bills and a handful of cards, one employee ID badge caught my eye. I pulled it out for a closer look: dark brown, shoulder-length hair; neat, straight-cut bangs; a white blouse. In the photo, Inyoung smiled fresh and bright at the camera—the face of an ordinary woman in her twenties, doing her job well at some company.
Ohh... With the badge still in hand, I turned my head and superimposed the photo over the sight of Inyoung sprawled across the bed.
Inyoung lay with her neck bent over the edge of the bed, unconscious, tongue lolling out long. Down her face—a mess of cum, tears, and snot—the semen leaking from her parted lips was pooling into a small puddle on the floor.
"Eh." I slid the badge back into her wallet.
"She looks happy."