Climax of the Curse
Under the cold starlight at the top of the tower, secret moans continued to erupt one after another.
Lizvel despaired, not knowing why she had to endure such things. However, unlike the despair in her mind, her body simply crumbled under the pleasure being pushed into her by Hendrick.
“Rick, please... more of me...”
“Say what you want. Do you want me to handle you more roughly?”
The most pitiful thing was the man's face. Unlike herself clinging desperately like a beast in heat, Hendrick maintained an expression of utter indifference.
Every time she undid her own dress and his hands brushed her, her dress fell into disarray. But Hendrick didn't unbutton even one of his uniform shirt buttons, maintaining his arrogant, ascetic form.
The perfectly groomed man and the obscenely disheveled criminal. This stark contrast clearly showed their current relationship.
“Haueut!”
To the question if he wanted her to be rougher, Lizvel nodded without thinking. Immediately, Hendrick took over her top, spreading her slender legs wide.
The breasts fully exposed by the previous foreplay spread out in a gentle curve due to gravity, and after removing her underwear, her lewdly wet pussy was exposed without anything covering it.
Slurp slurp, the extremely lewd sound resonated loudly as Hendrick's lips met Lizvel's wet pussy.
While maintaining an expressionless face that seemed to have no color, he licked and sucked her lower part without hesitation.
“Ah, Rick. Ugh... good. Good...!”
Under the intense foreplay, Lizvel burst into tears, soaking in pleasure and panting. However, the feverish heat sweeping her body didn't subside easily.
“Hugh, Ri... Rick...”
Finally, Lizvel reached out to lift Hendrick's head and self-stimulated her own hole entrance.
The inside was too itchy and painful. Hendrick's tongue was good, but she only wished for something thicker and harder to scratch the inside wildly.
“Ha...”
Hendrick's dark red eyes darkened heavily upon seeing this sight. He immediately raised his body, bit the tip of the leather glove's fingers with his teeth to remove it, and gently rubbed her pussy with the back of his hand.
“Hugh, a... aah...”
From the back of the hand to the finger joints, between the fingertips and fingerprints, her love juices seeped in.
With the slight stimulation of brushing the clitoris, Lizvel exhaled in ecstasy and twisted her whole body.
“Hah...”
However, her body wasn't satisfied with just oral foreplay. Even if the hand touched a little, Lizvel couldn't be satisfied and suddenly let out a big breath.
“Is this good here?”
The foreign sensation that had been itching inside suddenly dug into her, Lizvel grabbed Hendrick's wrist and trembled her waist. The thing that invaded and spread her legs was Hendrick's fingers.
“Ah, aah!”
Hendrick thrust his fingers into Lizvel's slippery inner walls up to the root, then pulled out by curling the knuckles.
As he repeated this action, Lizvel's mouth opened and her waist rose, with love juices flowing out from the hole.
As her moans and reactions intensified, Hendrick sucked the cranberry-like nipple swaying in the air.
To give a clear stimulus, he bit down, and with the fierce moan, her head bent back.
“Hugh, ha. Stop, ugh, Rick, I think I'm going crazy. A little slower...”
As if proving that the climax was approaching, Lizvel's breath quickened, and her inner walls clung to Hendrick's fingers like tentacles and squeezed tightly.
The gurgling water sound and the slapping sound of skin meeting palm made Lizvel's moans even more lewd and thick.
“Hahueut!”
Finally, her waist rose high, toes pointed, and excitement fluid spurted out from inside the clenching walls around Hendrick's fingers.
Upon reaching the climax, Lizvel's body slumped as if the fever had completely subsided.
“Ha...”
Hendrick's awkward sigh echoed faintly in the desolate tower.
***
However, he couldn't stop the decoding.
Enduring the feverish heat that swept her body to the limit, clinging to Hendrick every day.
She had tried everything possible to dispel the curse. The curse-dispelling medicine naturally had no effect, and even the holy relic consecrated by the high priest showed no reaction.
She also tried various herbs and sedatives that suppress curses, and even various spells, but the result was the same. In the end, she concluded that it was impossible to dispel the curse, and the only way was to alleviate the symptoms every time the fever came.
It had already been four days. Lizvel had endured with the will to finish the interpretation by today, but the heat inside her body was already beyond control.
“Rick... I need this... right?”
I don't know if it was her mood, but as she repeated the decoding, the time she could hold onto her sanity after the curse manifested seemed to be getting shorter.
Also, Lizvel didn't know, but the intensity of the pleasure that pushed her to the climax was also rising sharply every time.
At first, the fever was satisfied with light foreplay. But now, only with the stimulation of directly digging into the heated inside and explicit foreplay could the heat be relieved.
“Cluck, wait...”
It was the same today. Lizvel, after enduring to the limit, when her legs gave way, clung to Hendrick who rushed to her.
Perhaps because she had endured too long, her fever, which had surpassed the bearable level, manifested in an even more destructive form.
“I don't like it when only I feel good... You want to do it with me too, right...”
Hendrick, lying under Lizvel who had climbed on top, let out a stunned breath. He only thought about how he had dragged her into such a horrible situation.
“Professor Belrok, snap out of it. Do you even know what you're saying?”
Despite Hendrick's warning, Lizvel reached out to touch his hardened lower part. The moment her hand touched it, the thick swelling in her palm made Lizvel lick her lips with the tip of her tongue.
“Don’t do something you’ll regret later and stay quiet.”
“Take this...”
Hendrick snatched her wrist and said in a low voice as if threatening. But since he disliked her resistance so much, Lizvel twisted her wrist and rebelled.
Hendrick's expression also distorted when looking at her.
This wasn't what he had wanted. While watching Lizvel fall into ruin in this way, he had a fundamental question about whether continuing this exploration was right.
“It hurts, Rick. It hurts.”
While lost in self-reproach, Hendrick's hand slightly loosened from Lizvel's complaint of pain. Lizvel, not missing the moment, immediately lowered her body and undid his waistband.
“Ugh, Liz. Stop...”
Even he, who had been ironclad, lost his composure at this sudden action and showed his surprise. Just from unconsciously spitting out the old lover's nickname, his embarrassment was fully revealed.
Perhaps because of the confidence that she had taken the lead from him. Lizvel pushed her hand into his pants and pulled out his hardened penis from the outside.
“Look. You’ve become like this too.”
Lizvel, looking somewhat triumphant, lowered her body without hesitation and took his thing, which was dripping with precum, into her mouth.
“Crh...”
Hendrick frowned unusually and let out a groan, Lizvel stuck her silver hair behind her ear and pushed his thing deeper into her mouth.
Hendrick swallowed rough breath from the pleasure that struck his brain without warning. As Lizvel swallowed his large penis deep into her mouth and tightened inside her throat, the fingers holding her slender shoulders naturally gained strength. A low groan pierced through her firm chest and burst out.
He should have pushed her away immediately, but the surroundings were all hard stone walls and dangerous bronze utensils. He worried that if he made a mistake, her dry body might break.
In the end, instead of pushing her away, Hendrick endured the dense pleasure being pushed in with all his strength, his hand on the cold stone floor turning white from the effort.
His arrogant complacency, which believed that this would be enough to calm her since he had noticed that she would get feverish when she started decoding the runes, was the cause of the trouble.
Only after seeing today's Lizvel did he realize. This wasn't a curse that could be carelessly neglected, but he had to find a way to weaken or destroy it somehow.
“Uwu...”
Although she had put it in her mouth boldly, her foreplay was not skilled at all. After trying to put it in her throat and failing, Lizvel tried to pull back.
Hendrick, not missing that moment, raised her body and laid her down, then pressed his body close from behind, grabbing her swaying breasts tightly.
Since her fever had reached its peak, strong stimulation was needed for quick relief.
“Ht, Hendrick...”
Lizvel flinched at the hot, hard rod rubbing between her legs and let out a shallow moan.
“Weren’t you wishing for this?”
His words were right. Instead of answering, Lizvel subtly lifted her lower body and rubbed her own thing against Hendrick's penis touching her below.
“Focus only on the pleasure, Liz.”
At that moment, Hendrick thrust his waist back and vigorously collided so that their lower bodies stuck together.
“Hugh!”
Lizvel reflexively pressed her thighs together and squeezed Hendrick's penis so that her clitoris was firmly pressed. The pleasure spreading from the stimulated clitoris made her mind melt as if it was mush.
Slurp slurp. While she was sucking and licking his thing, the love juices that wet her lower part lubricated the furious pillar thrusting fiercely, helping her thighs slide smoothly.
Before long, the two were on their knees on the floor, upper bodies upright, immersed in the act. Lizvel grabbed Hendrick's chin, turned him, exchanged glances for a moment, and slowly narrowed the gap between their lips.
“Ay!”
But finally, their lips didn't touch and separated again. Hendrick, with a fierce gaze as if trying to regain his sanity belatedly, bit hard on Lizvel's left scapula sticking out on her back. The sharp pain made Lizvel let out a big groan and straighten her spine.
“Cluck...”
With the thigh pressure tightening together, white fluid spurted from the tip of Hendrick's penis. It was the first simultaneous climax after being swept by the fever curse.