Odalisque - Chapter 53

“Lewd.”

Liv’s swollen red lips, slightly puffy from the rough kiss, came into view. He couldn’t distinguish whether the fluid smeared on those lips was his saliva, hers, or her love juice. Perhaps it was all three.

How could something feel so erotic?

“Lewd, Teacher.”

A smile of satisfaction spread across Dimus’s face. Liv, panting and struggling to catch her breath, stared blankly at him.

Her eyes, still tinged with excitement, gazed at him unblinking, her cheeks flushed a deep red. She looked like someone entranced by magic.

Liv, staring at Dimus without blinking, muttered as if talking to herself, “You’re the one who’s…”

The sentence was incomplete, but it was enough for him to understand. Dimus smirked, as if finding it amusing, and unbuttoned his pants. Liv’s gaze naturally moved to that spot.

Liv, who had been in a daze until then, widened her eyes in shock. Frozen in place, her eyes locked on him, she stammered, “Wait, that’s too…!”

“Hah…”

The moment he unzipped his pants, his cock sprang forward, striking her sex. There was no need to touch it further—it was already fully erect and daunting in size. Grasping the shaft, Dimus rubbed the tip against her entrance, slowly sliding it over her folds. Liv’s hips quivered as if struck by a tremor.

“You can’t, you can’t put it in!”

Dimus ignored Liv’s panicked plea. He held her squirming waist firmly in place and briefly met her gaze.

“I can put it in.”

The swollen glans pushed slowly into the tightly closed entrance. Dimus and Liv’s eyes remained locked.

“This hole is meant for this, after all.”

Wham!

The massive shaft penetrated her suddenly. The enormous size drove in at once, without mercy, leaving Liv unable even to scream. Her gaping lips only swallowed dry air before clamping shut. Tears, which had seemed to recede, flowed again.

Dimus paused, looking down at her, gasping like a fish impaled on a spear. He, too, had felt an overwhelming sensation that momentarily shocked him as much as it did her.

The hot, narrow flesh clamped down on him tightly. The force with which she squeezed around his cock was both painful and extremely stimulating.

“Phew…”

Dimus exhaled deeply, releasing the excitement with his breath. He leaned over, planting a kiss on her trembling lips, and Liv wrapped her arms around his neck desperately. Accepting her clinging embrace, Dimus kissed her deeply, then let his lips slip down to her ear.

“If you don’t relax, Teacher, I think my cock will break.”

“I-it’s not that easy… ngh!”

Dimus, who had regained some composure, drew his hips back slightly and thrust forward again with a hard stroke. Though her insides were somewhat lubricated, they were still tight and dry, likely due to her nervousness. Gritting his teeth, he rubbed her lower belly gently.

The thought that his cock was buried inside this small belly sent a rush of pleasure to the top of his head.

Would it get better after just one time?

He realized that his previous thought—that one time would be enough—had been naive and overly relaxed.

Just once?

“How does it feel, Teacher?”

“Sob…”

“It can’t be just painful.”

Dimus could feel the convulsions in her lower belly through his palm. It seemed absurd, yet he felt as if her previously flat belly was now slightly bulging.

Impossible.

But maybe if he thrust just a bit more, it really would bulge out.

“Please, just stay still for a moment…”

Liv panted, pleading. The fullness inside her made even breathing difficult. She remained incredibly tense, her body stiffened even more.

As Dimus considered whether to ignore her and continue, he decided to be generous. He rubbed her side gently.

Sweat beaded on her skin as he applied pressure, his fingers moving steadily.

“Teacher.”

“Ngh.”

“Describe what you’re feeling.”

His hand, which had been caressing her side, slid further back, cupping her soft buttock. Squeezing it firmly, Dimus spoke quickly in a low voice, “If you have a good reason for me to stop, I’ll consider it. Convince me.”

Liv, who had kept her eyes shut tightly, cautiously opened them. Her eyelashes, wet with tears, blinked as she tried to catch her breath.

She looked innocent, unaware that her every breathless exhale only aroused him more.

“My lower belly feels too full; it’s hard to breathe…”

“It’s tight, so we should keep moving to loosen it.”

“Y-you’re too strong, it might tear…”

“The human body doesn’t tear that easily. It’s tougher than you think.”

Dimus grabbed Liv’s hand, placing it on her lower belly. Forcing her hand to press down, Liv’s breathing became ragged again.

Panting, Liv spoke urgently, “You said it hurts too, Marquis, so maybe we should take it slow.”

“It might feel like it’s going to break, but it doesn’t hurt.”

Realizing that no matter what she said, Dimus wouldn’t back down, Liv looked up at him with resentful eyes. Seeing her expression, Dimus smiled warmly. His smile made Liv momentarily relax, her face going slack.

Dimus didn’t miss that fleeting moment—he moved his hips. His cock, which had been withdrawn, plunged into her again without a moment’s hesitation. Her inner walls gripped his shaft tightly, spasming in response.

Liv’s arms instinctively tightened around Dimus’s neck. As his relentless thrusts continued, her body shifted upward slightly with each push.

“Ngh, ah!”

Dimus held her shoulder in place, moving his body without letting her escape. Liv, who had been subtly trying to push him away by moving upward, found herself forced to accept him.

Her lips, bitten in embarrassment, finally let out an involuntary cry. A sharp whimper filled with all kinds of emotions.

It was distinctly different from the screams of the battlefield.

“Aah, slowly, Marquis, please!”

Her short, interrupted voice was filled with pleading. But Dimus focused solely on moving his hips, ignoring her words. Beads of sweat, which had been forming on his platinum hair, fell onto her flushed body.

Liv’s body, which had been pulling pointlessly at Dimus’s collar, suddenly convulsed. It happened just as he forced his cock fully inside, to the very root. Dimus instinctively followed that reaction, his thrusts quickening.

Every time he pushed deep inside, Liv quivered as if electrocuted, her legs trembling. She instinctively wrapped her legs around Dimus’s waist without him lifting them.

The once dry-feeling inner walls became slicker. As her tension eased, the proof of her arousal became evident. Her lubrication made it easier for him to move, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh mixed with their ragged breathing.

“Haa!”

Liv let out a short cry, her mouth opening wide. Sweat ran down her exposed throat, which was arched back. Dimus bit down on her reddened throat, feeling her pulse racing beneath his lips.

“It’s like this hole was made just for my cock.”

Such a perfectly snug and pleasurable space.

As he bit her neck, as though trying to choke her, Liv stammered in a trembling voice, “D-don’t say things like that.”

“Too crude?”

Dimus chuckled against her neck. Despite Liv’s overwhelming arousal, he showed no mercy, continuing his fierce movements. Yet the voice he whispered into her ear remained calm and rational.

“But what can I do?”

Though his breath carried the heat of excitement, Dimus was still in control. Rationally facing the lust he felt.

“It’s the truth.”

And so, he accepted it rationally—the fact that his desire for this woman was greater than he’d realized.

His father had once said, “God must have sent you to me.”

Dimus had never laughed so scornfully at anything in his life. He had assumed that, as a priest, his father interpreted every situation in the most convenient way possible.

But now, to his surprise, Dimus found himself understanding why his father had said such absurd words. It made sense, meeting someone so perfectly suited for that exact moment.

“Ah, Marquis, it feels strange, ah!”

Right now, in this moment, he was everything to her. He was her god, her only point of reliance.

“This hole was made for my cock, and it feels good—of course it does.”

“Haa, haa…”

“Remember this feeling. Enjoy it. Pleasure isn’t shameful.”

Liv, unable to contain her arousal, rubbed her lips against Dimus’s cheek.

Like an innocent child receiving guidance, Dimus whispered gently, “If you didn’t know, you can learn now.”

His cock, red and swollen with blood, surged with the urge to release. Dimus bit down hard on Liv’s shoulder, pressing their bodies together fully.

If one were to receive divine revelation, this must be how it felt. It was as if a white lightning bolt split his mind. Never had he felt such certainty.

God must have sent this woman to me.