Odalisque - Chapter 128

The desire for possession, which Liv had never realized resided within her, spread like wildfire, heating her entire body.

This desire felt justified. Dimus had provoked it, and Liv felt no guilt in wanting him, in claiming him.

Instead of answering, Dimus pressed his lips to hers fiercely. The gentle caresses from moments before turned urgent, and with a powerful shove, Liv found herself once again lying on the bed.

Liv clung passionately to Dimus, their lips locking. He slipped out of his loose trousers smoothly, lifting her legs as he moved into position, skilled and sure.

His muscular, sturdy thigh moved between her legs, and the head of his erection naturally brushed against her intimate area.

“I’ll give it all to you—just take it,” Dimus murmured, smiling slyly as he greedily sucked on her lips. “Even if you spit it out, I’ll thrust it right back in.”

Already wet from his foreplay, Liv’s body welcomed him. Parting the tightly closed flesh, his thick, firm length plunged in deeply in a single thrust.

“Ah!”

“Haa…”

His heavy testicles slapped against her. Dimus drove himself in mercilessly to the base, his brows furrowing as he let out a short breath. The warmth and tight grip of her inner walls seemed to overwhelm him with intense stimulation.

Liv was no exception to the overwhelming sensations caused by the fullness inside her. The deepest, most sensitive spot was pressed firmly, sending a piercing wave of pleasure that shot through her body, all the way to the top of her head. Her thighs trembled, and the intensity of the feeling left her mind blank, as though it had been completely washed white.

“Hng, ahh…”

Breathless, Liv let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan, tears welling in her eyes, blurring her vision.

She twisted her waist, trying to catch her breath, but Dimus growled a warning, his hand pressing her hip down.

“Don’t squeeze.”

“I wasn’t…”

“You’re clenching this tightly and still denying it?”

The shaft that had completely filled her slowly withdrew. The movement of it brushing against her inner walls was so vivid, so explicit, that she could clearly picture it in her mind.

“Not very convincing.”

With those tightly spoken words, Dimus, who had nearly pulled out completely, thrust back in all at once. Liv clenched her eyes shut as the exact same spot from before was stimulated again. The clear tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes slid down her temples.

Dimus gave her no time to catch her breath, resuming his movements immediately. The strong, rough force striking below shook her entire body.

“Aah, haa!”

“Hah.”

The wet, sloshing sounds disturbed her ears. The sensation of hot water gushing up from below was overwhelming.

Liv’s legs kept trying to close as she felt the uncontrollable pleasure crashing through her, the obscene mess of her juices soaking her thighs. But her wide-open legs couldn’t budge, leaving her most intimate parts completely exposed to the sharp stimulation.

“Ah, ah, aah!”

“Hah.”

Unable to suppress her rising moans, Liv opened her mouth wide—it was the only way she could manage to breathe.

Dimus, who had been intensely thrusting, took the opportunity to suck on her tongue, loosening his rhythm below just a little.

“Mmph.”

He sucked hard enough to make her tongue ache, then suddenly picked up speed with his hips. His forceful thrusts hammered against her inner walls, pinning her beneath his weight. The heat in her perineum, which was continuously rubbed, swelled with each pounding movement.

Liv, unable to handle the overwhelming sensations, wrapped her arms tightly around his body. Her tense fingers scratched at his shoulder blades.

“Please, ha, Dimus…”

She whimpered, biting his sweat-slicked neck. The salty taste mingled with something faintly metallic, spreading across her tongue.

“…Damn you…”

Dimus muttered a low curse, but Liv couldn’t comprehend his words. Her mind, melted by pleasure, had no room for anything else. All she could do was bite, trying desperately to release the heat that wouldn’t dissipate.

As she clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his sweat-soaked back, Liv suddenly felt her body shudder. The hard thrusts that had been stirring her insides came to a stop, his cock twitching deep within her.

And then, he released. She could feel it—the hot, thick spurts of semen being pumped deep inside her. The force of it was so intense she could feel the pulsing all the way down to the base.

“Ugh…”

Dimus emptied himself, not spilling a single drop outside. He stayed buried in her, holding her close, even after he finished, as if preserving the warmth.

Pinned helplessly beneath his heavy body, Liv let her limbs fall limp, her breath ragged. She couldn’t move an inch—there wasn’t any strength left in her.

The pounding of a heartbeat, perhaps his, perhaps hers, echoed in her ears.

“Ah.”

Dimus, who had seemed like he would never move, finally lifted his upper body. As he did, his thick member slipped out, and the cloudy white cum he had released began to dribble out of her.

Liv lay there, still breathless, watching her sweat-slick belly rise and fall. Dimus looked down at her, then shifted his gaze to his own manhood. Though it had softened slightly after such an intense release, it still stood impressively, veins prominent.

The head and shaft were glistening, smeared with a mixture of their fluids.

Licking his lower lip, Dimus moved his eyes to Liv’s still-gaping enterance. His cum was smeared around her flushed entrance, dripping slowly.

The sight was enough to evaporate whatever rationality he had left.

“…What?”

Liv, still lost in the haze of her climax, glanced down. Between her legs, Dimus’ hand was rubbing her wet clit and lips.

“You said you wanted it all, but you’re spilling it like this.”

“This is…”

“No matter.”

Dimus smeared the leaking fluid back inside her, repositioning himself. Her overworked, swollen entrance welcomed him back in effortlessly.

“I’ll just fill you up again.”

Grabbing her hips, Dimus began moving once more. Soon, the heat and pleasure filled the entire bedroom.

***

The bed beneath her was damp, her body sticky.

Compared to the times they’d rolled around breaking furniture at the Adelinde mansion, this was tame. But unlike Adelinde, this was a hotel—they’d have to leave the cleanup to the hotel staff, not their own servants. The room was in complete disarray.

During the act, Liv had climaxed countless times, eventually releasing clear fluid between her legs. The sight of her squirting made Dimus lose his mind all over again, leading to repeated thrusting and climaxing.

She even felt bloated, her stomach uncomfortably full. Her lips and the roof of her mouth were parched from all the panting and moaning.

The initial passion, when she had scratched his back and neck, felt like a distant memory. Now, completely drained, Liv couldn’t even lift a finger.

The problem was that she wasn’t the only one exhausted.

“Looks like it’s poking out.”

Dimus’ voice carried a hint of relaxation, thanks to the multiple climaxes. He pressed down gently on Liv’s lower stomach, making her already full insides tighten even more. Reflexively, Liv let out a faint moan, her hand reaching for her belly.

She tried to push Dimus’ hand away, but instead, he caught her hand and placed it over the spot he had just pressed.

“Here, right?”

“Why…”

Why was there something so firm beneath her skin?

Normally soft, her lower stomach now had a strange, solid bulge. She could only assume it was…

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Didn’t we already test my stamina at Adelinde?”

Back then, she had been caught up in her emotions, staying entwined with him day and night. But wasn’t this different?

There was much she wanted to say, but she lacked the energy. Liv ended up answering with an exhausted sigh. Dimus, unfazed by her fatigue, continued caressing her sweat-drenched body.

Each time his hand touched her, a chill ran through her overly sensitive body. She was too tired to react, but her heightened senses made it impossible to ignore his touch.

“We can’t roll around like we did at Adelinde—not with the trial schedule.”

He spoke as if to explain why he was being even more relentless now, though to Liv, it made no sense.

It was clear she couldn’t stop him, so she tried a different approach.

“I’m thirsty.”

Her voice was so faint that she doubted he heard her, but Dimus responded immediately.

He withdrew the menacingly forceful thrusts of his member without hesitation and climbed off the bed. It seemed he intended to fetch the water himself.

Well, a person should have some sense of decency, at least.

Relieved at the brief respite, Liv turned her head toward Dimus. His scarred back bore fresh scratches from their recent sex.

Seeing the marks she’d left on him filled her with a mix of embarrassment and a strange satisfaction. As she slowly sat up, her cheeks flushed with color.