Chapter 8

Riorem tightened his arms around Chernea.

Chernea’s body, held firmly in place, stirred uneasily, as if she had a premonition of something.

Riorem flexed his fingers inside her.

The muscles had been stiff throughout the long climax.

‘Uh, sleep, wait……!’

Chernea’s head snapped up. It was a rare emotional reaction.

Perhaps her luck hadn’t run out yet.

As if to reward the look, Riorem flicked his wrist roughly.

‘Hm, ha, ang… Ah!’

Chernea screamed.

The hooked fingers dug into her insides.

Spasm after spasm, tooth after tooth.

Spasm after spasm.

Riorem felt something hot clench tightly around her clit.

Chernea Antonietta del Ferroa moaned, her back twisting.

His master, reaching out to me with a benevolent gesture, just a finger.

How futile.

Riorem extended another finger.

He rubbed the point of his vagina against the ceiling.

‘Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah!’

‘You’re holding your chin up in a cheeky way… You crumble so easily with just a little nudge here.’

As if trying to escape the pleasure, Chernea rolled her legs on the bed.

The movement pushed the hem of her nightgown, soaked with sweat and bodily fluids, up over her stomach.

Riorem’s gaze fell on the exposed mound.

A small bump jutted out from beneath the plumpness.

Suddenly, the memory of last night, scattered like shrapnel, came back to me.

The moment when I thrust my legs up, mesmerised by the heat rubbing against my thighs.

The groan that sounded like a woman’s scream as she was crushed in the groin.

The shuddering of her smooth thighs.

…and the tiny bump that was crushed between them.

Riorem’s thumb stroked her labia.

It felt slippery, like it was sliding through her slimy juices.

Soon his thumb was rubbing against the pointed bump.

‘Hic!’

Chernea made an odd sound at the sudden stimulation.

Her back arched wildly in his arms.

Riorem didn’t stop rubbing her clit.

The woman twisted her hips as if she was getting off.

The writhing inner walls swallowed Riorem’s fingers.

Aaahhhh.

It was a stronger response than Nara had ever experienced.

‘This is it.

The corner of Riorem’s mouth lifted.

He knew it instinctively.

This was the woman’s weakness.

The flaw in this sturdy wall of a woman, incapable of feeling most human emotions.

Riorem pulled Chernea’s body up onto the pillow.

Naturally, he was positioned lower than before.

Between her legs.

He glanced at her pussy.

A ridiculous thought filled his head, that a pussy soaked with obscene moisture was beautiful.

So, out of instinct, I took the clit in my mouth.

‘Huh!’

Chernea moaned sharply.

The bump was surprisingly hot and wet.

It looked as if it had been coated with his juices while he was probing inside the hole.

Riorem rolled his tongue over the bump.

He licked up the mess and replaced it with his own saliva.

After that, I was a little lost.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just sucked on the clit like I wanted to.

.!’

Chernea let out a muffled scream.

A gush of juices ran down the back of Riorem’s hand.

Biting, sucking, lips curled, swallowing, teeth set, biting weakly.

The methods that flashed through Riorem’s mind tormented Chernea’s clit in no particular order.

Her juices flowed in a steady stream.

It was now a mess on Riorem’s wrists and down his shirt.

Chernea screamed, her hips bucking wildly.

The soft walls of her vagina wriggled, clamping down on his fingers.

Then Chernea’s body went stiff and rigid.

At the same time, a stream of water gushed out from the tiny hole below her clitoris.

The clear liquid spilled over Riorem’s chest arm.

It ran down her wrist.

Li smelled something stronger than the liquid.

Riorem hastily pulled her lips away.

Push-push-push.

The fluid spilled onto the bed with a sound like the air being knocked out of it.

‘Hmph, hmph, ugh… Haaaaa…….’

Chernea gasped.

Her lower stomach flattened out, a stream of water bobbing shook with each flat breath.

Chernea’s form finally came into view, and it was a mess.

Every inch of bare skin was red with veins bulging through the transparent white skin.

Riorem slowly lifted her head.

Past the mounds of bile, past the heaving chest pecs, to the lean face,

There, dishevelled, was Chernea.

Her face, without make-up, was flushed with fever.

Her lashes were curled over her golden eyes.

The moment I saw it.

Action no longer passed thought.

Riorem withdrew his finger.

His fingers, still wet, clenched between Chernea’s thighs.

He buried his lips in her flesh.

A stream of water ran over the sheets and shot into Riorem’s mouth.

He gulped it all down.

Swallowed it all.

It tasted sour and sweet at the same time.

But it came out quickly.

He’d been watching too long.

It was a pity.

No, it was a waste.

I should have kept it in my mouth and rolled it around on my tongue for a long time instead of swallowing it straight away.

Then a voice in my head said.

‘Then why don’t you just do it cheaper?’

As soon as he realised what it meant, Riorem moved his lips.

This time, it was over the hole.

Although the fountain of water had stopped gushing, her pussy was still dripping.

He swallowed all that came out, but it wasn’t enough to hold it in his mouth like before.

He stuck his tongue inside.

He scraped the inner walls and swallowed all the oozing fluid into his mouth.

All the while, her vaginal walls spasmed incessantly.

All the heat and tension in her vaginal walls pooled together.

And began to squeeze against Riorem’s tongue.

It felt like it was going to break.

So, out of instinct, Riorem pressed the tip of his nose firmly against the clitoris.

It was the right answer.

‘Hmph.’

Chernea’s thighs quivered in his hands.

As Chernea’s grip on her lower belly loosened, Riorem’s tongue slipped inside.

He swallowed the last of her juices.

Gulp, gulp.

With an exaggerated sound, the fluid slid down the back of his throat.

When he thought he was done, he moved his tongue again.

He knew just where to rub it.

I knew where.

I scratched the underside of my clitoris, where the heat was tightly clustered.

The walls of her vagina twitched slightly under the relentless stimulation, and her juices flowed again, like a never-ending, endless spring.

At this point, however, Chernea’s body couldn’t take it anymore.

It was over.

‘Aaahhhh… Aaaaah…….’

Chernea gasped for air.

Her whole body was hot from the successive climaxes.

Tears streamed down the corners of her eyes from the feverish heat that had finally set in.

A never-ending stream.

They were physiological tears, the kind that pour from the body to cool down.

The wetness caught him.

He swallowed hard.

This inhuman woman is a creature, and she weeps like this.

The realisation struck him so hard that he pulled his face away from the mound.

Riorem pushed himself up, and even as he slowly made his way back across the bed, Chernea’s tears did not stop.

A single tear rolled down her cheek and dripped onto her nightgown.

Riorem stole the drop with his finger.

He brought it to his mouth.

It was salty and warm.

It was indeed a tear.

The moment he tasted it on the tip of his tongue, he ejaculated.

The untouched ejaculation was pretty rough.

The spilled cum soaked the front of his trousers.

The cum soaked the front of his trousers and leaked out.

Drip, drip, drip.

A stream of cum dripped down Chernea’s lower belly.

‘Hmph, ha, ha… Ha.’

All the while, Chernea could barely catch her breath.

Exhaustion washed over her from the pleasure

She had no strength left to lift a finger.

Riorem studied her face.

Slowly, he lowered his face.

He brought his lips to Chernea’s cheek and stuck out his tongue.

The moisture on my tongue was salty.

Unable to hold back any longer, he licked the tear that mimicked Chernea’s.

Then I licked up the drool.

Everything from her chin to the corners of her mouth.

As if that weren’t enough, he ran his fingers through her long, salt-soaked eyelashes.

Nothing.

It was like she was possessed by something.

Only after he had drained all of her fluids did Riorem pull himself up.

Chernea’s body went limp as a result.

Her eyes were closed tightly, as if she had fainted while Riorem licked her face.