[TVL] 39 – Union (M)

“I’m not very good at it. I’ve never caressed anything. If I’m doing it wrong, tell me. I’ll change.”

Alana pursed her lips in a way that he could tell she was not going to answer.

“You’re going to break if I put too much pressure on you. The force was too much for you, wasn’t it? Then what is this?” He spoke.

He gently traced Alana’s crevice then dug his finger along the indentation again. He gently stroked it, making a faint chuckling sound, with a caress like touching but not yet touching.

When Alana let out a gasp, he repeated the process. “Oh…stop it, no more.”

Whenever he moved his finger, it would pinch against the small protrusion, causing a sharp rush of pleasure. Her hips responded and she could not suppress it.

She put her hand on his arm, but he would not stop. She did not want to feel it, but the caress continued.

“A woman’s genitals oozes slimy liquid. It seems that a man should be pleased with this, but I hate it. It’s sticky, dirty, and horrifying.”

Alana lifted her chin, unable to resist the stimulation of her secret bud, and said in a broken voice, “So please stop… Because it’s unclean ... there.”

He stopped his hand and pulled his finger out of Alana’s secret place and looked at the slick, glistening fingertip. “But I can touch your place.”

He rubbed his fingers together to feel the texture. Then he slipped his finger into Alana’s crotch again, this time it was plenty went, and he touched her liberally.

Alana’s eyes widened as he took his finger in his mouth as if he were tasting it.

He caught the thick liquid that dripped from it with his red tongue. The gesture was incredibly sensual and made Alana’s heart thump with pain.

“I’m fine.”

He licked his fingers and shot a look at her, a violet hue peeking out from his silver hair. Alana, who saw what he was going to do in the glare, fumbled to the headboard. But her body was small.

She could not match him in strength, and so she was soon pinned down.

“…Alana, you are aware of this, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know anything.”

“Lies. Then why are you running away?”

“…”

When Alana was at a loss for words, he spoke to her full of lust. “I didn’t think I’d ever get a hard-on for someone when I hadn’t killed anyone. And to you.”

Alana’s skin was agitated by the whispering voice in her ears.

“Emilio, please stop.” The only thing she could do was feel the texture of his clothing on her bare skin. Alana, whose hands were easily tied overhead and grasped with one hand, tried to twist her hips, but was held down by his body. Her meagre attempts were to no avail.

“It’s just a husband embracing his wife.” When he said those decisive words, Alana’s heart trembled.

“Embrace,” Alana had not expected to be embraced by Emilio. She knew that she would soon fade away, and that Callisto wanted to be the first and last man in Alana’s life. It was the only thing Callisto could do. “You said that you would not hold me. So──”

The edge of his mouth lifted cleanly, but cruelly. “Do I look like a good person? If you could see, your eyes are so mysterious.” Emilio eased off her undergarment while blocking Alana’s movements. Something hot and hard hit her secret spot.

“Now that I have an erection, it’s only natural that you finish it. Give up your chastity.”

“No. I’m ... please stop.”

“Be grateful I’m not making you crawl on all fours. You’re my wife, I’ll put it in from the front.”

In the midst of the conversation, he rubbed the tip of himself against Alana’s private parts, as if he wanted to get himself wet.

The lustful sound of the slushing made Alana become impatient.

“I don’t want to have intercourse with you.”

“I don’t care if you don’t feel like it .... I can hear the footsteps. Callisto is coming.” As his words fell, Alana also noticed Callisto’s arrival.

When she turned her gaze to the door at the sign of approaching footsteps, she was suddenly stopped by his erratic kiss.

The door was opened.

“Alana, let’s get you dressed,” Callisto said, but she could not answer. The mass that invaded her was so overwhelming that she was rendered speechless. Sweat poured out from her body. She could not pretend to be something she was not.

Alana’s face crumpled and she shook her head. She was scared by this unfamiliar feeling that had thrown her composure. Every time Emilio moved forward, her back arched up on its own. It was like he was prying open a part of her body that should not be touched.

Emilio, who held her hips, pushed into her all the way to the back, and Alana jumped and tightened below. But it was the same with Emilio. A faint moan emitted from him as he vigorously entered her. Heat gradually spread across her stomach.

“Hmm? Alana, what’s wrong?” Callisto came into view from her bed, but Alana still could not answer. The sensuality rushing through her body was too much for her.

She could only let out hot breaths. Emilio seemed to be doing the same. He breathed on her shoulders, trembling as if he was trying to hold something back. A drop of water fell on Alana’s cheek. It was sweat dripping from his chin above her.

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