Chapter 92 — Uriel Wayne Daina Alfred
"Hic... sob..."
"Uriel..."
Having regained some semblance of reason through his release, Ferzen called her name and gently gathered her disheveled hair, sweeping it aside to reveal her neckline cleanly.
"You bastard..."
At his belated tenderness, Uriel spat curses through a surge of emotion.
"Why... why won't you ever kiss me... I just... I just wanted to look into your eyes... and hold you..."
"..."
"Don't treat me like a tool..."
"..."
"I'm not... just a toilet for you to dump your semen into... I'm not..."
Clutching the bedsheet tightly, Uriel sobbed bitterly.
"If... if you really want to treat me like that, then just piss on me right now... you rotten bastard..."
"..."
To her words brimming with resentment and sorrow, Ferzen wiped away the sweat trickling down his brow and turned her body forward while still joined with her.
"Hic! Sob...!"
As if she couldn't even bear to meet his gaze, Uriel covered her face with both hands and poured out her tears.
In truth, there was no particular reason why Ferzen had insisted on rear-entry with Uriel.
In his haze of lost reason, at such close range... if he happened to glimpse her face without properly blurring his focus...
Of course, the human eye wasn't sharp enough to pierce through distorted bodily proportions.
But if there were blatantly obvious flaws...
Yes, that was his concern, and so Ferzen hadn't held her in the missionary position.
"Perhaps... I shouldn't have made you mine after all."
"Sob...!"
At those words—somewhat cruel, no... profoundly harsh—Uriel bit her lip hard.
But as if to say one should hear a person out, Ferzen caressed her cheek and whispered tenderly.
"However, even if that's the case. I have no intention of ever letting you go, Uriel."
"Ah... hic!"
Ferzen closed his eyes and covered Uriel's lips with his own.
His invading tongue coiled around her helpless one, ravaging and teasing it at will.
A kiss, a meeting of lips with him...
Even if a bit rough, Uriel felt her earlier sorrows melt away so pathetically, to the point where she pitied herself.
"Even if you shatter in my arms... it doesn't matter. I'll mend you... and hold you so you can never leave."
Squish!
"Haak!"
Perhaps it was his scent on her skin.
But even so, at those words rippling with possessive desire for her, Uriel felt a happiness that nearly stopped her tears.
"Ah... ahn!"
In missionary now, his cock drove deep as he pressed his full weight down.
Her large breasts squished vulgarly against his chest, and with his head buried in the nape of her neck, he licked at her earlobe as if nibbling it.
To his gestures brimming with affectionate fervor, Uriel wrapped her legs tightly around Ferzen's waist and said,
"Y-You can... treat me however you want..."
"..."
"Yes... just treat me like this... whether you use me like a tool... or like a toilet... I won't complain..."
Why was it that even his attempts at gentleness reignited the flames in her ashes like rekindling a ruined pyre?
Grip!
"Eung!"
Ferzen roughly pulled Uriel's body into his embrace.
And into her ear, he whispered sticky, humid desires laid bare.
"Uriel... if you have no masochistic tendencies, you'll regret those words forever."
Squelch!
"Hic...!"
Pulled out long and slow, then slamming back in, his cock pounded against her womb's entrance.
Yet even so, Uriel slowly shook her head as if it was fine, pulling Ferzen's body closer.
In essence, only the position had changed, but now she had to endure his lust even more harshly than before...
Yet no sorrow welled up.
On the contrary, in the sensation of being used, when Ferzen began his second release...
"Haa... haaaang!"
Uriel bucked her hips wildly, reaching ecstatic climax.
Splurt!
Whenever his cock shifted back slightly, her thin, clear love juices squirted out like urine.
At that sensation, Uriel momentarily feared she'd wet herself in shame and humiliation...
But wishing even this sight would be loved by him, she clutched his thick forearm and pleaded.
"K-Kiss... me..."
"You..."
Stopping mid-sentence, captivated by her endearing form, Ferzen closed his eyes and granted her the kiss.
The moment their lips parted...
Uriel stroked her lower belly, now full of his semen and beginning to overflow, and made another request of Ferzen.
It wasn't difficult.
She simply asked him to call her name.
Squelch!
"Hic...!"
In response, Ferzen blocked the leaking semen and pulled Uriel's body close, opening his mouth.
"Uriel..."
"Differently..."
"Uriel Wayne Daina Alfred..."
No...
"Uriel Wayne Daina Ruerg..."
"Yes..."
She was his concubine.
And also his second wife.
* * * * *
As the heat of passion gradually subsided, Ferzen separated from the Uriel in his arms...
"Hic!"
And carefully caressed her lower belly, gently withdrawing his cock.
Pop!
Once fully extracted from her pussy, accompanied by a lewd sound, from the gaping, unclosing entrance of her vaginal hole...
"D-Don't look..."
Thick, fishy semen mingled with blood from the deflowering poured out.
But her narrow hole soon contracted and began to close, and Uriel reached out to cover the sight with her palm, as if refusing to show it.
Though tempted to brush her hand away, Ferzen felt his mouth go dry and rose from the bed.
"W-Where...!"
Yet Uriel panicked and grabbed his arm.
"..."
He had merely meant to get some water.
Drip!
Semen vulgarly dripped from Uriel's half-risen pussy.
But as if exposing such lasciviousness was trivial, as if something far more important mattered...
She spoke.
"Y-You've finished the first night... so you're going to that woman...?"
Gazing into her obsidian eyes mixed with jealousy and anxiety, Ferzen stroked her head.
"I was just going to drink some water."
"Ah..."
At Ferzen's reply, Uriel hesitantly released his arm.
"I-I'll get it..."
"That's not necessary..."
"N-No, stay put..."
Uriel rose despite the pain around her waist, despite the semen trickling from her pussy, and fetched cool water in a cup for Ferzen.
Ferzen silently drank it to quench his thirst.
Then Uriel tidied the pillows and lifted the blanket.
Her urging him to sleep quickly drew a hollow chuckle from Ferzen.
"Very well..."
Words promising he wouldn't leave meant little; showing it with his body would reassure her most.
So deciding, Ferzen lay down on the bed.
But Uriel didn't lie down beside him.
"What's wrong?"
When he asked with puzzlement, only then did Uriel lie next to him.
No, she turned her back to him.
More precisely, she carefully nestled his still-erect cock between her thighs and curled up like a shrimp.
"Hey..."
Then she reached down, fondling the glans peeking between her thighs...
And made a request utterly beyond expectation.
"I want... to sleep with it inside..."
Ferzen fell silent for a moment, then reassured her.
"Even without this... I'll be by your side until you wake tomorrow."
"..."
Uriel gave no reply.
As if that wasn't what she wanted.
"Uriel."
"I-It's not because I'm anxious..."
"Then what?"
"Th-This... it's too much for you... if we sleep with it in... later... it might... be much easier for me..."
Both Uriel herself and Ferzen already knew.
Her true feelings were anxiety, and her spoken excuse was mere pretense.
"N-Never mind..."
But reconsidering, she shook her head, thinking her last words were far more embarrassing.
As if she didn't need it, she stretched out her smooth legs.
Or tried to.
"Ah..."
Ferzen's large hand stopped her, folding her legs sideways atop each other...
Squelch!
"Hic!"
And slowly thrust his still weapon-like cock into her narrow depths.
Uriel showed considerable strain, but the semen remaining inside served as lubricant.
And since it was merely welcoming back what had endlessly ravaged her moments ago...
Squish!
"Kkhic!"
More skillfully than the first time, she took his cock.
"Haa..."
Her tender flesh still felt warmly hot.
But due to the position, it didn't reach her womb, so Ferzen lowered one of her legs beneath him, overlaid his own leg...
Grip!
"Hik...!"
And shoved in to the hilt, then gently rubbed her womb's entrance with his glans.
Each time, Uriel trembled all over, but as if craving just a bit more, she took Ferzen's right hand on her waist and buried it between her large cleavage.
Then pressed her cheek to his upward palm and closed her eyes in bliss.
"..."
"..."
The simple words "good night."
Neither Uriel nor Ferzen said them.
Even under the covers, they became each other's blankets, warming one another...
And passed the deep night like that.