Proving Her Worth (9)
The moment he released her and pushed himself upright, Wiyeon abruptly caught her by both legs and bent them upright.
"Hah—!"
Her knees rose, and a draft swept between her thighs; startled, Seoin flinched and grabbed his hands.
"That's it. A little shame is what makes it fun."
At his smirk she let go, but she still fixed him with a peevish glare.
"You've already seen everything. What more could you possibly need to inspect that you'd go this far?"
"A woman's body isn't like a man's. Everything's tucked away inside, so I have to spread it open and check."
With that, he ducked his head and stared openly between her legs.
Seoin felt as though his gaze were piercing straight through her, and every nerve in her body drew taut.
Whether it was because of that—or because of his eyes—heat pooled low within her, growing by the moment.
He examined her like an appraiser judging wares, then without warning pressed a hand to her mound.
"Hk—!"
She jerked at the touch, and the way the flesh of her entrance clenched tight was laid out clearly before his eyes.
But she apparently refused to show embarrassment any longer; she no longer tried to cover herself with her hands.
Her flushed face, red to the very edges of her eyes like a drunkard's, was more than enough to indulge his mischievous tastes.
His fingers stroked along the seam, parting the damp thicket and delving into it.
The folds, already wetted somewhat by her own hand, gushed afresh at his touch.
But the entrance she'd barely pried open with her fingertips had sealed itself shut again in the meantime.
He clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.
"This much alone is a bit of a shame."
Wiyeon pried the narrow slit apart and slid a long, thick finger inside.
"Hahk!"
Seoin writhed at the unfamiliar ache.
Had she not been clutching the bedding in a desperate attempt to endure it without letting it show, she would have shoved his shoulder away.
The feeling of a hard, calloused finger forcing its way into soft, yielding flesh was a jarring sensation that drummed against her heart.
Her body, unused to the mingling of pain and pleasure, trembled like a leaf, unable to accept this dangerous new feeling.
And yet, in utter contradiction, her lower lips worked and swallowed around his finger.
"You've clearly known a man, but I wouldn't call it experience. Tight as a fist, and plenty of spring to it."
At his flat assessment—so casual it might have been a butcher grading meat—anger flared hot in her chest. But she couldn't speak.
"Mmph… mmm…."
She was too busy biting her lips shut, moaning helplessly, just to hold the sounds in.
Chalk, chalk.
Wet flesh clung and parted with an obscene squelch. Was it only in her ears that the sound rang so loud?
And yet she could feel it—she was beginning to adapt to the stimulation, at least more than before.
His finger pressed down on her pearl.
"Ah… hnng!"
Seoin's lips finally parted—while below, the opposite happened, clamping shut all the tighter.
When the plump outer lips and the hole gnawing at his finger like a mouth, Wiyeon stroked her cheek and murmured his approval.
"Biting down so pretty."
At the same time, he drove his finger deep, all the way to the root.
"Ahhk…!"
Seoin arched her heels against the bed and shuddered violently.
The deeper his finger went, the more the tight ache burned—but the prodding along her inner walls was melting her whole body down.
Just as she began to drift, dazed and dissolving into the shuddering waves of sensation—
Shloop.
His finger slipped free.
The walls that had been savoring his touch writhed at the sudden emptiness.
"Haah…."
She was still steeped in the loss when he rose and straightened himself.
But he remained seated between her spread thighs, so she couldn't close them even if she wanted to.
Thrown by the sudden shift, Seoin looked up at him with a face full of unease and curiosity.
Wiyeon was gripping his own column.
"!"
Horror flooded Seoin's eyes.
A massive rod, slick and gleaming red, bobbed with straining veins standing out along its length.
The sticky fluid beading at its tip made the head writhe like a serpent tasting the air.
Knowing that that menacing thing was about to drive into her, Seoin wanted to shrink back in fear.
And yet, for all her dread, her body was burning with a strange, treacherous anticipation.
Gulp.
She swallowed dryly—and in that instant, his great length pressed down against her mound.
Something hot and yielding ground against her, rubbing through the coarse, wet brush of hair.
The heavy weight of it forced the moisture pooled inside her walls to spill out with the shock of contact.
Then something thicker and harder than any finger, something of an entirely different order, touched her perineum—slid upward, dragging along the parted petals—and pushed in.
"!"
The sensation was searing and intense.
Seoin looked down instinctively, and at the brazen sight before her her mouth fell open and stayed that way.
The slick, enormous column was caught between her lower lips, its head emerging just beneath her navel.
Its tip had shoved straight up through the folds of her sex.
Even in the midst of it all, the flesh pressed beneath him was dampening obscenely, wanton beyond all decency.
Wiyeon took in the whole tableau—the helpless look on her face, and this—with his own eyes.
Her legs spread bare and shameless, a man's cock laid across her belly.
He understood just how dangerous that face of hers was—ripening red, breath coming fast and shallow.
If she looked at him like that and asked him for anything, he felt he would grant it all.
The dignity of a noble princess, the gravity of a general who had ridden through warfields—stripped away entirely.
Simply admiring the woman wracked with anticipation and trembling beneath him was already more than Wiyeon could bear.
"You're this soaked without my even doing much. You must have been born vulgar."
Unwilling to lose even this exchange, Seoin suddenly seized the head of the column jutting up over her own belly.
"Ht—!"
Wiyeon let out a short groan, his brow creasing.
The cock caught in her hand twitched with raw excitement.
"Haah… Your Highness's beast was losing its mind wanting to thrust into me too, wasn't it?"
Seoin breathed hard, pressing her thumb hard against the slit at his tip, and smirked up at him.
"Mmm…."
Wiyeon let out a low groan and caught her wrist.
"The one who's lost his mind is me—so from now on leave it to me and just enjoy."
With that, he aimed his tip at her entrance with all the confidence of a conqueror.
Just as he had once leveled a blade at her throat on the battlefield, the thick spear thrust into her narrow hole, boring deep.
"Ahhk!"
Seoin cried out before she could stop herself and bit down on her lip.
She thought she could have withstood a real spear through her body better than this.
It felt like a pillar of fire swallowing her whole from below.
Her arousal poured out as if to douse those flames, but there was no helping how the narrow walls strained as if to tear.
"Hng—s-stop… stop…!"
It couldn't possibly go any deeper, and still he bucked his hips upward again and again, forcing himself in as if driving home a nail—until the words spilled from her of their own accord.
"Haah, haah… If I stopped here, I'd have no face left as a man. Hk…."
And with that he drove harder than before, pounding into her with enough force to be heard.
"Th-this is too—too much… hng!"
He was too thick.
As though he'd grown even larger inside her, the rod pounding into her was thicker, longer than it had looked.
She was afraid she'd be ruined inside. It felt as though something impossible, something unbearable, was happening to her body.
Seoin clutched his arms in a death grip.
Deep crescents of her nails bloomed across his skin, but neither of them noticed.
Seoin was in such pain that tears welled in her eyes; Wiyeon was drowning so deep in pleasure that his mind was going white.
Into the vision of a Wiyeon slowly losing his reason swayed her breasts.
The red buds hanging at the crest of those full mounds looked ripe and inviting.
One of his large hands filled itself perfectly with her breast.
When he seized the soft yet springy flesh and squeezed it hard, the red peak jutted out even more proudly.
He rubbed and pressed it with his thumb, and the moans of the writhing Seoin changed character entirely.
"Ahhk. Nnghh…."
"So you like having your nipples played with."
Even hearing such a shameless thing, Seoin could form no thought at all.
Caught in that strange ache—painful yet dizzying at once—her breath quickened further.
Watching her, Wiyeon groaned as if starved, and began kneading her breasts with naked desire.
Then, as though gripping a set of reins, he handled her breasts roughly and spurred onward.
Perhaps because of it—
The flesh of her inner walls writhed and clung to the column splitting them open.
At the clenching of that greedy flesh, Wiyeon lost every last shred of reason.
He drove his hips harder, chasing hotter, wilder, more feverish heights.
With every thrust, Seoin felt the tight pain of being stretched too far—and with it an itch deep in her belly, a restlessness that would not be soothed.
Neither was easy to endure.
"Ahhng! Haah, haah… hnng!"
Would it have been better if it had simply hurt and nothing more? No—if it were only pain, it would be exquisite torture.
So Seoin made a choice: she turned her face away from the pain and the shame, and clung only to the wanton heat devouring her senses.
She stopped struggling to push out the thing scraping and burrowing into her walls.
Instead, every time it retreated, she squeezed down and held it fast with her mound.
And each time, the man's arousal swelled larger still, pressing into her tender flesh.
At the overt, clinging caress of her body milking his column, Wiyeon stopped holding anything back for her.
The desire so long repressed in him began to rampage.
Seoin felt it too.
Whether it was the thick veins flushing red along his shaft, or the cock nodding drunkenly with its own excitement, the sensation of it raking through her folds was achingly distinct.
With every wet slap against her mound, the lewd sound of flesh and arousal splashing quickened.
"Haah, haah, hnng!"
Her panting, her keening moans quickened in time.
The cresting excitement of pleasure seized both their minds, permitting no stray thought—no thought at all—any quarter.
The wave of desire, risen vast within them, had swelled as large as it could possibly grow.
Then the tide of pleasure crashed over the two of them.
"!"
The shock of it stopped their breath.
Swept up in a violent current, tossed without mercy in the raging flood of bliss, Seoin thrashed in the waves for a long, long while—then slowly, slowly began to lose her mind.