Chapter 657 – Each One’s Moment, Blush (3)

BDSM.

Within its realm, masochism, the role of the ‘M’, is a peculiar tendency to extract pleasure from pain and humiliation.

These deep-rooted deviants find it intensely regrettable to engage in the ordinary manner.

“Heh, ah…”

– Squeeze.

I do nothing but gaze intently.
Just from that alone, the interior of the aroused Azalea intermittently clenched.

Her honey-soaked folds were spread to accommodate me,
sweat that should have flowed downward instead trickled down her spine towards her shoulders.
She, who had fully arched her head to the opposite side of me, sat blushing despite having willingly presented her rear.

“Wow.”

I spoke, patting her lightly stained pink buttocks.
A few open-handed swats sent ripples from the base of her cheeks all the way up.

“Heh.”
“Does this look like a mother to you… Don’t you think the same?”
“Ah… Ah. Darling.”

– Flinch, flinch.

A reaction that returns with each strike.
Her intimate space clenches as if intending to sever an average human’s phallus.

Adapting to her partner’s sex is her expertise. She had to endure various tastes even when she was in the red-light district.

– Pop! Paang!

I patted Azalea’s fully prostrated buttocks, lifting my waist and tapping her lower belly.
Each time I struck, a lewd sound echoed from Azalea’s sex.

“Huh… Haa… Haa♡”

She loves it.
She might be even more skilled than before.

“Do you like sticking your ass out and playing coy so much?”
“……!”

A light climax.

“I told you not to come.”
“Oh, I didn’t.”

Although it might seem harsh, it’s Azalea herself who tightly nibbles on my dick and doesn’t let it go.
I gently stroked her deeply indented waist and scolded her.

“Heh… Heh… Really.”

It’s a body that savors the taste of sexual teasing.
A trembling spasm surged through my penis as I softly gripped her waist.

“What.”

– Paang!

“Ahh…”

I ruthlessly pounded her hollowed pussy, stimulating her.
The clearly marked handprints on her buttocks create a burning sensation just by rubbing.

– Thud, thud, thud! Thud thud!

“Uh, oh… Yes… ! Ahhh… Aang!”

A female body that climaxes intermittently each time her belly is penetrated.
Anyone could see she indulged and sat as she pleased.

“You can clearly feel it, and you said you didn’t come?”
“Ehh… Ehh… jade… .”
“Turn your head.”

At a slight command, she twitched her buttocks and slowly rotated her upper body.

I lifted Azalea, who had turned her head, and forcibly thrust my meat into her pussy, secondary to the pussy that had been spasming since earlier.

Let’s thrust the cock in two or three times.

“Ehh… Ehh!”

Another climax.
They hugged each other, swinging their hips to stimulate each other.

Every time my cock penetrated her tight pussy, she clung to me, her face on the precipice of asphyxiation.

“Huh…ha…huh.”

-Woosh! Woosh!

-Thrum, shiver.

“Gone again, have you?”
“No…I…I’m…holding back, just like you…suggested…”

Lying, a signal begging for punishment.

‘Impressive. Just being filled would drive anyone insane.’

I savor the folds as I thrust my cock deeper. The aristocratic cunt, crowned with pale pink hair, never ceases to enthrall and tighten with delight.

“So many times you’ve been spent.”
“…Huuuh…!”

Lifting Azalea’s quivering chin, I gently suck on her nape. I voraciously devour her upper body, her lips visibly marked.

“Still not spent?”
“I…haven’t…”
“Don’t lie. Every thrust elicits this response.”

The desperation in her eyes is almost frightening. I already know what she craves, and delivering her punishment isn’t difficult.

“…Uh…uh…ohhh.”

Azalea, nestled in a man’s arms, disperses her ragged breath. Wordlessly, I untwine one arm from her waist and raise my hand.

Whether it’s Azalea or anyone else, observing their masochistic tendencies naturally compels a sadistic response.

It was only on our first night that I hesitated. Now, I swing my raised hand with my lips sealed.

-Whack!

“Huh!?”

The tender flesh clings to my hand. Azalea’s head, having received a slap, jerks sharply to the left.

The moment she feels the pain, her pussy clenches. I savor that tightening with my cock, not missing a beat.

-Thump! Thump!!

“Huh…huh, oh! Oh…huh…oh♡”
“Hmm… so tight.”

Though the vulgarity of her clearly altered moans fills me with satisfaction.

-Whack!!

“Ow! It hurts, it hurts… honey.”
“Tell the truth. Can you feel it?”

-Whack!

“Uh…ugh!”

-Thump! Thump! Thump!!

Even as I spank her, I don’t forget to thrust.

For Azalea, it’s paradise. She clings to me, dribbling honey and fawning over me.

Offering her saliva-drenched face, her cheeks reddened from being smacked. Her ass writhes in time with my piston thrusts.

-Whack!!

“Ahh…! Ah♡”
“Be honest now. How many times have you cum?”
“Two, two times… honey.”

A lie.

-Whack!!

-Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!!

“Huh…ah! Ah…!”
“How many?”
“One…oh♡”

Yet another lie. I tug at her breasts with both hands, grinding my hips against hers.

-Squeeze!

“Huh…ahhh!”

Even as she cries out in pain, her pussy dutifully contracts. There’s no need for subtlety; she’s clearly aroused.

“Ahhh!”

She clenched her buttocks with all her might until they felt as if they would shatter.

As the pain escalated, Azalea finally capitulated and cried out.

“…Every time you thrust… ah… ugh… You went in every time you thrust…”

“I already knew.”

“… Ah… Ah! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, darling!”

She had a taste for masochism. He savored her breasts, gripping and spreading her buttocks with both hands. After a prolonged period of torment, the panting Azalea climaxed relentlessly.

“Ah… ah… Ahhh!”

The descending womb. The anatomy of this peculiar species was different from humans. The womb descends like this to swallow semen.

If he was long enough here…

– Grind, grind!

“Uh… gulp…”

It was possible to violate her all the way to the womb. The head of his penis rubbed the soft entrance to the womb, found an opening and advanced.

“My love…? Darling? Ah… oh. That’s… sleep-“

Inside, it was filled with a fluid that was moist and slippery. The angle was crucial. He positioned himself perpendicular to the entrance of the womb. Then, he moved.

“You shouldn’t… place- Ouch…”

– Thrust!!

When his penis was forcefully inserted into her womb, Azalea’s head jerked back sharply.

“Ugh…!”

Azalea’s eyes, which had refused to leave his sight no matter how deeply he had penetrated, shot upwards. Her strength left her and she fell back.

“?!…!!… Darling… oh. This… This is…”

Caught between the intense pain and pleasure of having her womb penetrated, the trembling Azalea sought him out with difficulty.

Her eyes were unfocused and distant. He held Azalea tightly and began to slowly piston.

– Thump! Thump… ♡

“Ugh… oh… hah.”

The sensation of stroking a soft bedspread was transmitted to the head of his penis.

The entrance to her womb gripped his glans as if it were trapped in a rigid ring. He continued to piston forcefully. She loosened her grip and was pounded like a masochist.

– Thump! Thump!

Her wide-open thighs spasmed, and her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Darling… Darling… Darling…”

“Why?”

Her face, which kept calling out and clinging to him, was streaming tears.

“It hurts so much… Darling.”

Was it too painful? He might need to reduce the intensity. The moment he realized he needed to withdraw his penis from her womb, Azalea’s legs wrapped around his waist and held him tightly.

“Hah… Hah.”

What was she doing when she was in pain? When he looked at her face, her expression was extraordinary.

Her face, disheveled with wild abandon, was caught between pain and pleasure… She looked more ecstatic than any other woman.

“… You really are.”

“More, handle me more roughly… Darling.”

She had long since lost all strength in her body and had been just letting him take her for some time.

I may not understand the audacity, but I crave the force of his thrusting.

“Such a depraved creature, how did she ever resist other men?”

Upon uttering these vile words,

“…Ah.”

She reacts naturally, transforming into the she-devil that tightens her grip around my cock.

“Do you just need a man to fuck you senseless?”
“…No… I only need you.”

It’s hardly the truth. In fact, it’s the kind of phrase I shouldn’t utter, even in insincerity. Merely thinking of Azalea’s father, I realize it’s a sensitive issue.

However… inversely, it is the most delicate and vulnerable spot. From some time ago, I’ve been struggling… unsure of how to fill the void visible in Azalea’s eyes. Yet, I spoke.

Subsequently, her responses intensify. Her reactions were so startling, they even scared me.

“Shiba is sleeping next to you, will you cry out that loudly? You’re failing as Shiba’s mother.”
“…Hah… Ah… Oh…♡”

Her moans, intermingled with anxiety, grow louder and louder. I savor the taste of her flesh, slowly preparing for my climax.

“Honey… Ah. Oh… Ah!”

With a rhythmic pounding.

I convulsively pull Azalea into an embrace. After hearing my harsh words, she clings to me, her eyes welling up with tears. Her gestures convey a steadfast promise to never cast me away.

“Darling… I love you… Ah, oh… Heavens… I love when you talk dirty… It’s the best.”

After a breathless embrace, I unload my semen directly into her womb.

My engorged cock spasms once, discharging my seed. The ejaculate fills Azalea’s womb.

“Ugh… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…♡”

If I’ve been harsh, I owe her that much affection. Lying on my back, I hold Azalea, who has fallen with me, in a tight embrace, refusing to let go.

“…Hah… honey…”

Her entire body flushes red from the rough treatment. After stealing a kiss from Azalea’s lips, I spend time nestled against her breasts.

– Tick.

Ten minutes pass like this. Azalea, still lost in the afterglow of her climax, asks,

“…You didn’t mean it, did you?”
“What?”
“…You said you’d hand me over to another man.”

I hadn’t said that. I merely questioned how she had resisted others, but it must’ve been twisted in her mind.

“…I won’t.”

Answering curtly, Azalea’s countenance finally relaxes.

“Heeheein…”
“Don’t cry.”
“Look at me, a pervert….”

Indeed. Why does she find such words pleasing?

Even the main culprit has his doubts, but it’s just sex and role-play, what’s the harm? The problem is that it seems to be escalating from here.

“…What about failing as a mother?”
“I’ve raised Shiba so well, I have nothing to say.”

Sobbing, Azalea hugs me, her bare body pressed against mine.

“…Ugh, I love you.”

Azalea, her hair of delicate pink, caressed her own cheeks with soft kisses. Shiba, our mother, was undeniably a sweetheart.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Oh…uh…hah…darling…”

And so,

“Shiba seems to be stirring awake.”

“No, no… Just once more.”

Being cute, beautiful, and enticing has its allure, but how much is too much?

Her particular predilections had once ignited a passionate fervor within me, now long since extinguished. In a futile gesture, I plunged myself deep within her, exhaling a weary sigh.

Upon invading her depths, now streaming with semen like a river in flood, a weakened Azalea whimpered in exhaustion.

“Ah…oh…eh…hehehe…”

Her buttocks bore the bruises of handprints. Her lower belly, reddened from several punches, her chest awash with a kaleidoscope of colors. Traces of handprints lingered on her neck and cheeks.

Her thighs were flushed red, akin to skin neglected in the frosty winds of winter. As I probed her backdoor with my thumb, I coaxed a climax from Azalea.

“Uh…oh…ahhhh…!”

After countless climaxes, her body, now slick with semen, still yearned for satisfaction.

‘After being tossed around so much… isn’t she afraid of breaking?’

Even I, accustomed to the dance of death, was baffled by Azalea’s masochistic pleasure.

“…darling.”

“Hmm? Yeah…”

“Once more… Give it to me hard.”

It’s all well and good, but even someone as lustful as me can be pushed beyond limits.

‘…’

Is this the insatiable desire of a young married woman? A sexual appetite that far surpasses the ordinary.