a cold-hearted fiancé suspecting infidelity and then having it confirmed

 

“Since this has happened, you have no choice but to be my partner. But there’s no need to worry. I will train you gently, from your toes to your head, so that you’ll be filled with the joy of being possessed.”

 

So just relax and be my pet. As Julius squinted his eyes and slowly thrust into me as if to teach me a lesson, the pleasure that had reached its peak suddenly popped.

The intense sensation, close to pain, shot out from deep within my abdomen and up my spine.

The ring of membranes, which was clenching tightly, received a heavy, hot substance deep inside the mouth of my cervix.

He pressed the slick tip against me repeatedly, leaving not a single drop.

 

“Ah, mm…mm, no, it’s hot…ah, ah! Ahhhhh!”

 

My breathing was ragged from the afterglow of an orgasm that felt like it had drained everything out of me, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably.

My body sank into the bed, and in my blurred consciousness, which felt like it was covered in a white film, only the deepest part of my organ felt hot.

His long fingers intertwined with my powerless hand, and he gently pulled it closer.

 

“Mmm…it, it hurts…”

 

The moment a slippery sensation and a sharp pain shot through me, I opened my half-closed eyelids, and my gaze met his night-sky-colored eyes.

 

Julius had a gentle smile on his face, one I had always dreamed of seeing just once. In his hand, which was gracefully holding my left finger, there was a distinct reddish tooth mark like ring.

 

“I have to thank the young lady who brought you those letters. I was able to get you much earlier than planned.”

 

Let’s have a lot of fun now.

With a tone that seemed to decide everything, a mass moved deep in my lower abdomen.

 

The pressure of my membranes being stretched from the inside was far less shocking than the shamelessness of my own flesh, which welcomed and clung to the engorged mass.

I understood that I could never go back. No matter what he did to me, no matter how he treated me, I wouldn’t be able to resist.

I was a prey, and he would devour every last drop of my blood.

 

 

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