Chapter 10. The Black Slurry Spilling Down
Chapter 10. The Black Slurry Spilling Down
"Hoo... that’s enough for a warm-up."
Marcus pulled his cock out of Mina, who was draped over the dining table like a dead fish.
The flesh he’d dragged out with it had not yet had time to settle back into place, left parted and exposed.
His black, thick pillar showed no change in angle or size, and gleamed with the glossy sheen of Mina’s juices as it twitched in the air.
"Now then, shall we have the main dish? Sorry, husband, but I’m having dinner first."
Marcus scooped up Mina’s limp body and carried her toward the bedroom.
The bedroom, neatly prepared for their anniversary, was full of a sweet, fragrant scent.
Marcus frowned and tossed Mina onto the bed.
As Mina came to her senses, she blinked in confusion at the changed surroundings.
"Where am I...? Why...?"
Marcus climbed onto the bed, grinning slyly.
"Why? Because this is my table."
With one hand he bound both of Mina’s wrists together, and with the other he caught her chin and forced her mouth open.
Then he shoved the massive cock straight into her mouth.
"What... ngh! Mmmph!!"
The huge mass driving down her throat cut off her breath and sent a wave of nausea surging up.
When Marcus pressed his hips down, it did not feel as if her throat were opening at all, but as though her jaw was about to come loose.
"Mmmph! Nnh! Mmph!"
"You’ve got to suck properly. Otherwise you’ll make a mess on the bed."
Marcus watched Mina’s pained expression with a smug look on his face.
Then, as if testing the edge of her endurance, he gradually lengthened the stroke.
"Ugh... gghh...!"
A grotesque sound that was not human, like air hissing out of a toy, echoed from Mina’s throat.
The urge to vomit climbed to its limit.
And right at that point Marcus lifted his hips, mercilessly giving her a chance to breathe.
When he let her rest for a moment, he rubbed his saliva-soaked cock against her face, or made her suck on his hairy balls.
Then, just as she finally caught her breath, he shoved himself back into her throat without mercy.
In the extreme pain and fear, Mina slowly began to feel a kind of relief, even a strange gratitude, toward that sadistic push and pull.
Once he confirmed that the life had drained from Mina’s pupils and a dull glaze had settled over them, Marcus finally let go of her hands.
He faced her, stroked her cheek like one would an obedient pet, and murmured, "Good girl. Good girl."
Then he stirred his tongue through her mouth.
Mina accepted Marcus’s voracious kiss with a dazed expression.
"You deserve a reward for taking your punishment so well, don’t you?"
Marcus pulled her down and made her kneel on all fours, like a bitch in heat.
Still dazed, Mina could not properly see it yet, but directly in front of her face was their wedding photo.
In the picture, Seong-jun was smiling happily as he looked at Mina.
Marcus snickered and glanced once at Seong-jun in the frame.
"Do you want your reward, Mina?"
"Y-yes..."
"Louder. What was that?"
"Pl...ease....."
"What? What do you want? Please?"
Mina’s lips parted like a doll’s, and a voice as mechanical as a recording slipped out.
"A reward... please."
"Okay!! Bitch!"
Marcus’s face twisted, and a monstrous grin spread across it.
He grabbed Mina’s hips and slowly drove his still-dripping cock, slick with her saliva, into her pussy.
"Ahhh..."
As if software had been inserted and booted into motion, a new brilliance filled Mina’s eyes and a heated moan spilled from her lips.
Marcus smiled with satisfaction, savoring the tightening inner walls. Then he clamped both hands around her pelvis.
Thud!
With a heavy удар, the piston-like thrusting began.
"Ah! Hngh...!"
Her head tipped back, her back arched naturally, and the angle of her hips helped Marcus’s movement along.
The devotion and longing that had once been reserved for her husband alone.
It was now surrendered inside the bedroom, that private space of the two of them, to the intruder who was violating her so ruthlessly.
But this sex needed no such tenderness or longing.
Thud! Thud! Splat!
With overwhelming size and force, Marcus forcibly injected pure pleasure into her.
A brutal, pounding resonance hammered at the depths her husband had never reached, all the way to the entrance of her womb.
"Ngk! Ah! Aah! So... deep...!"
From Mina’s mouth came sounds Seong-jun had never heard before.
Marcus began to quicken the pace, little by little.
Smack! Thud! Thud! Thud!
The bed screamed noisily as it rocked beneath them.
Mina’s upper body swayed like a boat caught in waves.
"Ahh! Faster! More... ngghh!"
Her eyes went slack, saliva gathering at the corners of her mouth.
The primitive cry of a female filled the room.
The instant only the stimulation of his cock ruled her brain and Mina accepted it.
"Ahh! Ah! I’m... gonna...! I’m weird...!"
As if he had been waiting for those words, Marcus grabbed both of her arms from behind and hauled her upper body up.
His mouth brushed against her ear.
"Mina. Hurry up and brag to your husband. Tell him you got a reward for sucking Black cock so well."
Only then did Seong-jun’s face in the wedding photo come into sharp focus in Mina’s field of vision.
!!!
"Hiiik!! Haa... n-not...!"
A scream forced out through collapsing pronunciation.
But her body had already crossed into the phase of climax.
Unable to tear her eyes away, Mina was pierced by the overwhelming pleasure of orgasm surging in from behind.
With her arms held fast and her body shaking like a doll, Seong-jun’s image swayed wildly too.
"Haaah!!! S-sorry...! Ahk...! Oppaahh~~!"
Mina stuttered through Marcus’s unending hip work and reached a sinful climax, crying out brokenly.
And her apology gave Marcus even greater arousal than it did Seong-jun.
"Fuck, bitch. You’re the best bitch. You know you’re my fleshlight from now on, right?"
"Aah! Haaah!"
Marcus let go of her arms, and using her generous hips as a handle, began to unleash his lust in full.
Seong-jun’s image was no longer visible in the woman he had pinned to the bed.
Just that was enough to make the guilt recede.
And into that tiny gap, pleasure seeped in.
He could no longer resist the beastly gratification that Marcus’s enormous tool was forcing into her.
It was a relief.
He didn’t have to show his wife that dazed, ruined face.
Mina forgot everything, focusing only on Marcus’s cock grinding her walls to pulp.
"Fuck! Marcus. Fuck my pussy! Tear my pussy apart!!"
The scent of the anniversary candles was drowned beneath the breath and flesh-scent the two of them spat out.
Marcus drew in a deep breath and began to empty everything into the hole of the female body he had made.
"I’m cumming, you fucking slut! Take my load again. Fuck! Fuck!!"
Tap-tat-tat! Tap! Tap-tap!
Seong-jun’s fingers raced wildly over the keyboard.
Marcus’s weapon was driven into the place Seong-jun’s own cock could never reach.
The lines that Mina, in her usual state, would never have said aloud spilled out through Seong-jun’s fingertips.
"Haa... yeah... you fucking slut...!"
With his left hand, Seong-jun pulled down his pants and roughly grabbed his dangerously swollen, dark-red shaft.
With every line of Mina’s violation,
his left hand moved violently up and down in time with the scene.
"Krrrgh...!"
The sound of poison boiling in his lower abdomen slipped out between Seong-jun’s teeth.
The mass that had been building for days was just about to erupt.
CUM! Marcus! Shoot it inside! Fill me with Black loadiiiing
"Kkkrk...!"
Brrrt! Brrruuutt-!
A tremendous amount of semen, condensed from days of desire, surged out in a thick rope.
Plop, plop, plop.
His cum splattered across the monitor and the desk, leaving milky white stains that slid downward stickily.
"Hoo... haa... huh... huh..."
Seong-jun sagged deep into the chair.
The sharp, fishy scent of semen vibrated through the cramped workspace.
At the end of that limp release, some of it was still dripping out, not yet fully spent.
Silence after the explosive ejaculation.
And what filled that vacuum was, as always, emptiness, self-disgust,
and a strange hunger.
Even after disgorging so much that his testicles ached, his desire only writhed all the more greedily.
With trembling hands, Seong-jun pulled out tissue and wiped away the sticky semen.
The traces smeared here and there, like desire with nowhere to go, made him feel even more miserable.
"......"
Seong-jun stared at the monitor.
Loading...
At the end of the hastily wiped trail of semen,
Mina’s unfinished scream waited to be completed.
But to Seong-jun now, it was only another scrap of data again.
Click.
Seong-jun hit save and closed the window.
Like a beast tearing at rotten meat, it howled.
Its eyes gleaming as it searched for another meal.
Cuckoo.
Text files like traces of an ejaculation.
All of them were nothing more than rotting scraps of data.
But the desire he had not yet managed to vomit out wanted something else from that trash heap.
Seong-jun closed the Cuckoo Folder.
Then he shut down the computer immediately after.
He opened the window he had closed and spat out the saliva stuck in his throat.
But what clung there, sharp and rough, was not phlegm, but something that had climbed up from deep in his gut.
Now that thing had risen all the way to just under Seong-jun’s jaw.
He shook his head hard and tried to breathe deeply, but he could not shake it off.
Noise from the darkness shaped itself into words that made no sense.
Seong-jun glanced back at the computer monitor.
The shut-down computer was not displaying anything on the screen, but in Seong-jun’s mind, a vividly imprinted image had already appeared.
Black fluid had begun to ooze slowly downward from among the waste of decaying desire.
At the very bottom of the pit.
There, where the most dangerous and lethal poison pooled.
The deepest darkness he himself could not bring himself to face was lying in wait.
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