Tying the Flower Needle (6)

It would begin the moment he dragged down his waistband and freed that brutal cock.

Seoin tried to make herself wet, recalling the hard, thick, slick contact from before. But what touched her core was nothing she had expected.

A humid breath.

The brush of hair against the hypersensitive inside of her thighs.

"!"

And then — a kiss. As though prying its way between her lips, a soft tongue found her entrance and began to probe among the petals.

Everything happened in an instant. Her heart plummeted at the sheer unthinkable audacity of it, and Seoin's eyes flew open as she scrambled backward without thinking.

"What are you— mmph!"

Wiyeon allowed no struggling escape. He hauled her legs toward him and pressed his mouth back against the cleft he had briefly abandoned, and when the sharply pointed tip of his tongue struck her entrance again, Seoin's body jolted as if seized by convulsion.

"Aahh! N-no, not this!"

The memory surfaced from her bashful girlhood, when she had flushed scarlet through her lessons on the marital act — the scene from that lewd picture book a palace maid had once shown her. Back then she had shoved the book away without even looking at it properly, muttering that it was filthy and disgraceful.

"My lady, why be so embarrassed? When you meet a husband who does this for you, you'll count yourself blessed."

Was this truly a blessing? That maid, Ingyeong, had been the very same age as her, yet had teased her as though she knew so much more. If Seoin ever saw her again, she wanted to ask — could she still call this a blessing, seeing her like this?

It was an unbearable, unfamiliar tingling. His tongue licked a long, deep path from her perineum all the way up to the bud of her clit, and then began to toy with that small nub using only the tip.

"Mmph!"

She bit her lip and forced down a moan — and in that very instant—

"Hahh... hah!"

Teeth grazed the swollen bud. He had not bitten hard, yet a needle-sharp sensation shot vividly from below all the way up her spine. The pain lasted only a heartbeat before he began to suckle her clit instead, and it was a sweetness she had never once known.

"Mmmhh..."

Twisting her hips, Seoin let slip a shameful moan. She could no longer tell whether the dampness spreading across her dry folds was his saliva or her own arousal. Her body welcomed him with an ardor that made her protests ring hollow.

"Mmm! Hah, hah! Please...!"

Please — please what? She didn't know what she was begging for, or what she ought to say. As breathless words spilled incoherently from her open mouth, it felt as though water were bursting from the hole below. No matter how she twisted her hips, she could not escape that tongue, slithering like a snake, sleek and relentless, suckling at her entrance without pause.

"Ahh... n-no! Not that...! Hah!"

At last the tip of his tongue pushed its head inside her. Her inner walls welcomed the intruder gladly, crying out in trembling pleasure. Her excited entrance clenched far tighter than before, but the tip only probed and licked at her walls, pushing deeper and deeper within.

"Hah... hahhh...!"

That teasing lick, rasping as though it were scraping the skin of her tenderest flesh, granted nothing but terrible, overwhelming pleasure. Seoin, who had braced herself only for the agony of penetration without any foreplay, discovered that pure pleasure, too, could become a kind of torment. The unbearable itching deep inside her coiled around her entire body, and her control-undone, pleasure-possessed form drew up its knees and shuddered — which only trapped his head between her thighs, making him drink her scent in even deeper.

Without thinking, Seoin grabbed his head and pushed. But the harder she pushed, the stronger his grip on her thighs became, his fingers digging into her flesh until it felt as though the constriction reached all the way to her core. In her mounting excitement she thrashed, lifting even her feet and grinding her hips into the bedding.

"Hah, hah... hah—"

The breath teasing her clit was wickedly sweet. His lips clung to her sex, lapping up her juices and sucking at the soft flesh, until at last Seoin released his head and clutched at the bedding instead, enduring.

Wiyeon was drunk as well. He hadn't known he could be driven to such arousal simply by devouring a woman's body. Hers, already played once by his hand, was steeped in an overtly lewd fragrance, and he wanted to bury his nose in it, take the obscenely reddened bud into his mouth and bite and worry it. No — he would gladly chew this soft, yielding flesh right down. Buried between her legs, Wiyeon sucked down the juices pouring from her, and each time he bit and drank, the violent tremors of her answering body seemed to urge him on. When he pushed his tongue into her soft folds, the quivering entrance clenched around it — and his own hips jerked in answer. Though he had not laid a hand on himself, he felt the heavy ache of his cock standing hard and untouched.

Seoin could scarcely breathe. Each time the thick tongue drove into her desperate flesh and withdrew, stirring her this way and that, her heart felt ready to burst.

"P...lease...! Hah!"

Truthfully, it felt too good. The slick glide of him softly rasping her folds left her thighs tingling and her mind melting away. But that pleasure passed without ever reaching deep enough — and perhaps that was why she could not collect her jumbled senses, maddened one moment by the ecstasy and the next by the ache of wanting more.

"P...lease..."

Seoin tipped her head back and exhaled a voice like a sigh. Please, just do something.

Repeating words she couldn't even make sense of herself — do what, how? — Seoin writhed, until something brushed against her hand. Something hard and slender, yet rough. The dogwood branch he had tossed carelessly across her skirt only moments before.

Seoin seized the branch. And swung it.

Whish—

At the man who ignored her begging voice and did nothing but torture her with wanting.

Crack.

"!"

A red streak cut sharply across that smooth, taut back, otherwise unmarked by a single blemish. The long muscles running along his spine and the flesh beneath his shoulder blades rippled, swelling and settling. In that instant, the tongue below her flinched and slipped free.

"Hah, hah..."

Given a moment's respite, Seoin broke into a grin. She had swung it in near-delirium, but landing even one blow was deeply satisfying. To hold the king of an entire nation between her legs and ride him like a common stud — what a feeling.

"Heh."

She was gazing at the ceiling, letting a small laugh escape, when—

"Hahh!"

A pressure far more intense than before bore down upon her sex. At some point he had straightened up between her legs, one hand pressed firmly over her mound, staring down at her.

"So? How does it feel, having finally landed your blow?"

"Which is why, hah... you should have been doing it properly from the start, shouldn't you?"

"I see. My fault, then."

Having admitted it so readily, he dragged down his trousers. The enormous cock sprang free, flaunting its presence just below his navel.

Gulp.

That brutal pillar she had tasted once already was leaking sticky fluid, veins wound taut along its length. The mere thought of it filling her, scraping at her inner walls, made her throat go dry — for she remembered all too well how it had ached as though she would be split in two, even as she had longed for it to stuff her belly completely. She shuddered hard enough to regret striking him.

"I suppose if I'm good from now on, I won't get beaten."

Perhaps he was the one more desperate after all. Without even removing his trousers — leaving them caught at his thighs — he pressed the cock he had just freed straight against her flesh. Wiyeon wedged his tip between the already soaked, glistening folds of her mound, their mingled juices leaving Seoin drenched to the point of dripping. Having found her entrance, he drove in that cock of his, thick and cruel as a great spear.

"Nnh!"

Despite all the wetness she had spilled, her narrow channel still struggled to take him. Tears welled at the forced, stretching intrusion — yet it was not the pain of being torn in half as it had been the first time.

He began to move his hips, pouring all his strength into burying himself deep in her walls, the flexing muscles of his buttocks more violent than ever before.

"Hahhh...!"

Even as pained moans spilled from her lips, Seoin tried to hold fast to the sensation of him plunging deep within. Thrust, thrust — deeper and deeper he stabbed. More. Deeper still. Her lower belly, aching with want ever since earlier because he could not reach far enough, seized greedily around the pillar. Then, at some point, the cock that had been pressing in little by little sheathed itself to the very root, and their bodies met completely.

"Aahh! Hah, hah...!"

The pain of being pierced so utterly whole felt as though her hips might shatter — but it lasted only a moment. It was the fullness Seoin had craved. Filled to the brim inside, her arousal surged as though a fire had been lit within her.

Wiyeon, too, burned at the grip of the walls clinging hotly to him and the bucking of her hips beneath him. It felt as though he were being praised for doing well — and heartened, the man became a stallion and gave chase, pressing his lower belly tight against hers and driving his hips faster. The muscles of his buttocks split into sharp relief, and the trousers caught at his thighs slid smoothly down with the violence of his movements.

"Hah, hah, hahh—!"

Wiyeon, who never ran short of breath even in the harshest training, was panting. Slap, slap — the sound of hips striking wet flesh was obscene. Between the semen already trickling down and her endlessly gushing arousal, his cock slid in and out without resistance. Perhaps that was why he drove into her harder than before, granting her no mercy whatsoever — and so the pillar swelling inside her reached the very edge of bursting in no time.

But not yet.

Drawing his hips back, Wiyeon thrust forward again in a single stroke — crushing her sex completely beneath his own. In that instant, the seed he had been struggling to hold back erupted from him as though it had exploded.

Swept up in the crushing pressure and the wave of climax flooding her from within, Seoin—

"Hahh...nnh!"

—still would not release him easily, clenching tight around him as though to wring out even the last drop he had left.

"Hhk, hhk... hhk."

Wiyeon, too, trembled as though convulsing, buried to the hilt within her body.