Devoured (2)
Seona had assumed that sex with Yurin would not be so different from what she had known with women in her former world.
Through the careful “training” she had given her—reshaping her to match her own preferences—Yurin had always presented herself as demure and obedient. Seona had trusted that.
At least until Yurin forced her down onto the bed and started stripping her clothes off by force.
The focused intensity in Yurin’s eyes as she peeled the fabric away, the expression twisted with excitement into something almost sinister, was terrifying. Her breathing came fast and ragged with arousal, and every time another layer came off she raked her gaze over Seona’s bare skin as if she meant to lick it. Whatever effect Seona’s “training” was supposed to have, there was no sign of it now.
The moment Yurin’s eyes locked onto Seona’s cock, her gaze went slack with hunger. Sadism flooded her face; the corners of her mouth curled upward. She looked at Seona the way a frenzied beast looks at prey it intends to devour.
“Stop—don’t. Please… please!”
Seona cursed the version of herself who had once decided that, even in this hypersensitive body, she could simply grit her teeth and endure. She never should have come back to this house with Yurin, not after glimpsing what lay underneath. She had been a fool, and now it was too late.
She kept shouting that she didn’t want this even as the clothes came off, but Yurin didn’t seem to hear her at all. That concentrated expression never wavered as layer after layer was stripped away, and a deep, crushing terror settled over Seona.
She could read it in that flushed, excited face. She could see it in the way Yurin’s mouth kept curling higher. Everything about her said she wanted to do something violent to Seona—wanted to rape her.
Once Seona was naked, Yurin straddled her and stripped out of her own clothes in a rush. Even while undressing she kept one arm locked across Seona’s chest, pinning her upper body so she couldn’t escape. There was a frantic urgency in the grip, as if she were terrified Seona might thrash free at any second.
“What? Seona. Were you joking when you said you wanted to do it with me?”
Seona did not want a first time that felt like rape. And she wanted even less to be the one on the receiving end.
“Please, let’s stop. I’ll do it for you later. I don’t want this. If you keep going I swear I’ll never see you again!”
As if the words never reached her, Yurin stared fixedly at Seona’s cock. Then she wrapped her right hand around it and began pumping hard, up and down.
It wasn’t even wet yet. The rough friction tore a scream of pain out of her.
“It hurts! Stop! Stop it! Please, stop!”
Maybe Yurin finally heard her. The left hand that had been pinning both of Seona’s wrists let go. For a heartbeat Seona dared to hope the assault was over—but instead that free hand went straight between Yurin’s own legs. She stroked her slit slowly at first, then started fingering herself in earnest.
Squelch… squelch… squelch… squelch…
Clear fluid was already spilling from her soaked pussy, running down over her left hand. She was preparing herself to take Seona inside her. That much was obvious.
Seona flung both newly freed hands desperately toward the right fist still jacking her cock, trying to stop the piston motion. It was useless. Yurin’s right hand was stronger than both of Seona’s put together. The same relentless stroking continued as if nothing had happened.
“No—stop! Stop! Hnn…”
How long it went on, she couldn’t say. The searing pain in her cock gradually faded, replaced by a pleasure that stabbed straight through her brain without mercy. The clear fluid leaking from her tip had started to act as lubricant; the agony ebbed and the up-and-down motion grew smoother, easier.
The word “stop” vanished from her mouth entirely. All that remained in the room were Yurin’s irregular, rapid breaths and the moans Seona was forced to spill into the air.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch.
The rhythmic wet slap of Yurin’s right hand working Seona’s cock. The splash of fluid kicked up every time Yurin’s left hand thrust hard between her own thighs. Only those three sounds filled the space.
Seona had already burned through every scrap of strength thrashing earlier; her body no longer obeyed her. Time seemed to stretch endlessly while that burning pleasure kept circling inside her skull, until she lost all sense of how long the act had been going on. Her mind went white, and still it continued, over and over, until she thought she might go insane. She had no idea how much time had passed, yet Yurin showed no sign of tiring. She simply kept repeating the motion.
Yurin’s eyes never left Seona’s cock. Her face was deadly serious, utterly focused. The faint upward curl at the corner of her mouth made the whole expression look half-mad.
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After what felt like forever, Yurin’s hands finally stopped.
Is it… over…?
In the aftermath, Seona’s condition was catastrophic. Her head pounded and rang as if she had mixed dozens of bottles of hard liquor the night before. She had come so many times it felt like her brain had broken.
When the piston motion on her cock finally ceased, the thought it’s finally finished flickered through her. She looked up at Yurin with eyes that still couldn’t quite focus. The wild, lost expression from earlier was gone; Yurin seemed to have come back to herself, at least somewhat.
Seona’s tongue, however, still hung uselessly out of her mouth and showed no interest in returning. Her lungs and throat, locked in irregular gasps, refused to give her any chance at speech.
Yurin glanced once at her face, looking almost fond, then leaned in toward the tongue lolling past Seona’s lips. Using her own tongue, she gently pushed it back inside.
Seona’s ruined mind could barely register what was happening. She didn’t even know whose mouth her tongue was rolling around in—and it didn’t matter.
Slurp… shllrrp…
Whether in Yurin’s mouth or her own, once their hot mouths sealed together Seona’s tongue was toyed with and teased by Yurin’s. After the long, violent stimulation, every inch of her body was hypersensitive; having her sensitive tongue ravished on top of that was almost too much.
When Yurin had taken as much of the kiss as she wanted, she finally pulled away. Her face looked slightly dazed. Seona’s own face was surely in far worse shape.
Yurin straightened her back into a proper seat, and a thin, translucent strand stretched between their mouths. She gazed down at Seona’s face for a leisurely moment, then shifted her eyes back to Seona’s cock. Lifting her hips, she began to lower herself onto it.
No—please—
Seona’s body no longer answered her. After the prolonged torment, every muscle cell seemed to have simply given up on moving.
Fortunately, the first attempt missed the entrance entirely.
Please stop—
On the second try the tip brushed against her, but—
“Aah—ah!”
You’re tired too, aren’t you? You don’t have to do this—
—Yurin let out a moan and twisted her hips, and it slipped free again.
On the third attempt she set her jaw with resolve, took Seona’s cock in her hand, and lined it up with her hole. Then she sank straight down onto it.
Seona’s mind ignited. At the same instant, her consciousness sank. Her head, already burning with pleasure, received something even larger and simply abandoned every duty it still had. Thought stopped completely.
Seona, roughly handled in a body already wound too tight, finally blacked out the moment she was penetrated.
Even so, Yurin could not stop. The sheer joy of having Seona inside her was too much. She began working that newly buried, hypersensitive length with her lower mouth to her heart’s content. “Working” was too gentle a word—she was chewing on it, squeezing it. She clamped her inner walls hard around the rigid cock as if trying to force it to memorize her shape, and started rolling her hips without restraint.
She knew Seona had fainted. She still could not make herself stop. If anything, the moment those wild moans cut off, she only slammed down harder, desperate to hear those sweet sounds spill from Seona’s lips again.
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Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch.
A rapid, rhythmic wet sound and dull, heavy slaps kept rising from somewhere around her lower body.
What… was I doing just now?
A moment ago Yurin had said she would show her the room.
She said she’d show me the master bedroom…
Once they were inside, the door and windows had been shut, the curtains drawn.
And after that?
Ah…
Everything came flooding back. Yurin’s pussy had swallowed her cock whole, and Seona had come on the spot and blacked out.
She had already spent herself so thoroughly earlier that any sound she tried to force from her throat came out as nothing but a broken rasp—nothing that still resembled human language.
Whether Yurin noticed her state or not, she kept moving her hips. The area around Seona’s pelvis ached viciously; by now there had to be bruises forming under the skin. It wasn’t hard to imagine what had happened while she was unconscious: Yurin swallowing that oversensitive cock right after orgasm and riding it with savage force. Judging by the way she moved, the moment the spent length hardened again and started grinding against her walls, the pleasure had only driven her wilder, and she had started thrashing without any control at all.
Seona felt a growing dread as she registered that her cock still refused to soften even after coming. She didn’t know if that was simply how men worked in this world, or if she was the exception. If this kept up, she would stay buried inside Yurin forever—pinned underneath her, reduced to nothing but a machine that pumped out semen until her life ran out. The thought terrified her.
Another climax surged up. She came inside her again. At least this time she had adapted enough to the pleasure that she didn’t faint.
But the instant she finished, Yurin’s pussy clamped down even tighter around the newly hypersensitive cock and refused to let go. It still wouldn’t shrink. The pleasure only kept climbing. Her thoughts grew shorter and shorter.
Ah…
Pinned beneath her, Seona could form no thoughts at all inside her burning skull. All she could do was moan. It was obvious this would keep repeating until Yurin finally chose to stop.
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.
How much time had passed…?
When Seona opened her eyes, she was naked, and Yurin was asleep with both arms wrapped around her. The semen and love juices that had coated her body were gone without a trace. The night before almost felt like a dream. Yurin must have carried her to wash, changed the sheets, and then crawled back into bed with her.
Seona couldn’t shake the feeling of having been handled like a toy—played with to exhaustion, thoroughly cleaned, then hugged close while the owner slept. She thought back on the previous night, on how her body had been treated like an object. Yurin’s lust was twisted beyond recognition. Sex that never once considered the other person, that only cared whether she herself felt good.
Seona found herself re-evaluating Yurin, the girl who had been her first love in this world. Being used so selfishly on that bed had left her aching with resentment. The sheer physical power that had crushed her down and violated her without pause had left its mark on her body. Proof enough: even after what felt like a long sleep, she still had no strength anywhere. Her lower half in particular throbbed with a serious, deep pain.
She hadn’t been able to see it while she was buried inside Yurin, but her cock was mottled blue and purple with bruises, swollen thick, and shaped differently than before. Her lower belly and pelvis were bruised as well. Moving in this condition would be impossible. And yet she had to get up. She had to move.
Yurin’s sexual appetite made Seona’s own peak years as a horny high-school boy in her past life look tame. If Yurin woke up, murmured something about morning sex, and started using her again, Seona was certain she would either go mad or die of exhaustion—one of the two, guaranteed.
Subjectively it had felt like nearly twenty hours. Realistically, she guessed she had been one-sidedly violated for close to eight. No sunlight reached the room, so it was only an estimate, but she was sure they had been having sex for a solid eight hours straight.
With no strength left in her lower body, terrified of waking Yurin, Seona used both arms to slide herself off the edge of the bed. Then she crawled on her arms toward the door of the master bedroom and closed her hand around the knob.
The latch clicked—and a voice came from behind her.
“What are you doing?”
Yurin was awake.
Sprawled on the floor in the middle of that unnatural attempt to grab the doorknob with her hands, Seona froze solid. She steadied her trembling voice as best she could and tried to sound natural.
“Did you sleep well?”
“I was sleeping fine. The second you left my arms I got cold and woke up.”
She had clearly been watching from the moment Seona first started trying to slip away. She must have known everything from the first restless shift.
“…”
The situation was humiliating, but far more than that, it was terrifying. This was the same girl who had violated her so brutally. In her past life, with a man’s body and a man’s pride, Seona would never have admitted sex could be frightening—but in this frail body she could barely withstand Yurin’s lust at all. She was even seriously considering faking a breakdown and collapsing on the spot. Then she remembered the old saying about playing dead in front of a bear: it doesn’t spare you—it just eats you. She abandoned the idea.
“I… I never even told Mom and Dad I wouldn’t be coming home last night…”
“I already contacted your parents. Told them you’d be spending the night at ‘our place.’”
Her parents had almost certainly assumed that meant Yurin’s family home—the big country house. Every escape route slammed shut at once. Seona’s face went pale.
Right then, a smartphone notification chimed from the pocket of the clothes scattered on the bedroom floor. In Seona’s half-immobile state, Yurin reached the clothes first, pulled the phone from the pocket, and read the sender’s name aloud.
“Choi Min-ji… Who’s this? Sounds like a girl?”
The name of the classmate Seona had only added the day before sat right there on the notification. Yurin turned the question on her. The corner of Yurin’s eye twitched; she fixed Seona with a hard stare. What Seona could read in that cold expression was pure jealousy.
For Seona it was a misunderstanding. For Yurin, it seemed she had already spun the whole story out in her head and reached her own conclusion. If this kept going, Seona was going to get wrung dry all over again.
Ah…
Praying desperately that her cock would not rise, Seona’s entire body locked up rigid.