[SCR] 17 – How The Devil Feels (H)

“... Ahh... No... No, no...”

Idyllia’s gaze wandered, and she shook her head slightly. At first, it was just a tickle, but then a troubling, tingling sensation arose, and as Silvio teased her even more insistently, she felt a lusty heat slowly rising in the depths of her body. Her breath became sweet and turbulent. It was as if she was being lured into the depths of a lasciviousness; she was not supposed to know…

- Despite Idyllia’s confusion, Silvio seemed unconcerned. Even though he was doing this, his moon-white eyes remained calm to the end, and he repeated the same question.

“What’s the answer? You responded well and felt it when I touched you here?”

Unable to bear it, Idyllia finally confessed.

"───Ha... I... ...”

“Okay. Good girl.”

Smiling, he kissed her pointed nipples.

“Ahh...”

Idyllia’s mouth was pressed shut as she let out an involuntary squeal, and he licked her lips like a beast before its prey.

“The dazzling white skin has turned light pink... This one’s ready to eat.”

He murmured and gripped the ample soft flesh in his large, tanned hands.

The tip of the fleshy, rising bulge was red and erect.

He extended his tongue and took it into his mouth. As soon as he did, she was enveloped by a hot, slippery sensation that made her hardened peak feel as if it were about to melt.

“Oh no...”

The voice she tried to hold back leaked out, against her will, lasciviously.

"... Ah, ... No... Ahh..."

Being licked roughly by the thick tongue brought its own obscene euphoria. A sharp pleasure echoed deep into her lower belly, making her body burn with debauchery.

“Hah... Ahhhh...”

Her hips went numb with a twinge; her chest arched with each suck, and her brow furrowed. The man sucked there like they were sweets whilst his large hands crawled on her skin. His hands stroked down her flanks, moved down her hips to her thighs, and eventually began caressing her buttocks.

As the man’s calloused hand slowly stroked the soft skin, which she usually wouldn’t even touch herself, the sensual heat smouldering inside her slowly spread throughout her body.

“Hah, ... Ahh...”

Her skin was on fire and taut; every place he touched rustled sweetly. She felt strange, as if she wanted him to touch her more. Silvio looked down at Idyllia, who writhed from a mixture of heated wantonness and desperation to escape.

“God will forgive me for corrupting a woman in His service, won’t He?”

He murmured, enraptured, rubbing her breasts with one hand and the rest of her body with the other.

“I know how the devil feels...”

He relentlessly stroked her innocent body, enjoying the soft skin and savouring the joy of finally touching it.

“Oh, stop... Oh, no...”

As she undulated her hips involuntarily, his large body entered between her weightless legs. While she was upset by the unfamiliar sensation of someone squeezing her inner thighs, the man buried his face in her soft skin and licked down my abdomen.

“Oh, ... Wait ...”

His hot tongue reached the forbidden crack, his grip confident and unrestrained. Not only that, he dove deep into the groove and traced its outline.

“Kyaaaah...”

With a high scream, her slender hips jumped.

“Oh, no... What are you...?”

“What do you think I’m doing? Guess.”

Silvio, looking up, made her open her legs with his left hand and gently traced her petals with the fingers of his right.

"Oh, no... Oh, no... Huh."

“Are you going to guess?”

He spoke mockingly and moved his fingers loosely up and down, tracing the crack. After repeating this, the petals turned red and plump, opened up, and began to spill out thick nectar. His finger then fiddled with the groove to spread the nectar, causing Idyllia to writhe in agony, and then he suddenly pushed into the petals.

“Eh...? Oh, hah...”

Her hazel eyes blinked wide at the foreign feeling of his fingers inside her body.

“Don’t... Don’t do that, don’t... Ahh, ugh, don’t move it, ah, ah, no...!”

“If it’s this wet, it should be fine.”

His fingers made a sticky sucking sound, and they found their way inside in circular motions. Even though that alone was disorientating, his fingertips rubbed the folds of her nectar more loosely. Then, suddenly, her insides clamped down sweetly on his fingers when the stimulation was too much, too numbing.

“Oh no, why... Oooh!”

Idyllia cried, shaking her head, not knowing what was happening.

“Oh, ... Oh no, this can’t be... Ahh... Ahh... ...”

On the other hand, he pulled his finger in and out as if savouring the feeling of her tightening inside.

“Look. You’re sucking my finger cutely... Or are you begging for something that isn’t a finger?”