Odalisque - Side Story 8

Dimus, momentarily at a loss for words, offered a feeble excuse.

“That was just an attempt to bind you to me.”

“I understand now that your way of expressing affection is a bit unusual.”

Liv spoke with a surprisingly calm expression. She didn’t look like someone who was trying to express lingering grievances or make a belated accusation. She was simply stating the facts, openly and honestly.

“But it wasn’t pleasant.”

And because of that, even without getting angry, she made it impossible for him to justify himself.

Dimus, lips parting and then closing again, let out a shallow sigh. What had happened could not be erased. Moreover, Liv was clearly stating that she had found his behavior back then unpleasant. Continuing to make excuses would be nothing but a waste of time.

Dimus quickly made up his mind.

“…I apologize for not respecting you. It was a poor judgment on my part.”

The words, unfamiliar to him, came out in an uncharacteristically blunt tone. Still, they were sincere.

Now, Dimus had lost all confidence regarding his relationship with Liv. While he still had the power to control her, it was not something he wished to use on her—something he might do with his subordinates. He didn’t want Liv to be like his subordinates or akin to the statues he kept in his private gallery. His desire went far beyond that, and past experiences had made this abundantly clear.

“Now that I’ve recognized the problem, I won’t repeat it.”

His hands, which had paused briefly, moved slowly again—more to soothe Liv, whose mood had sunk, rather than to fulfill his own desire.

“That’s why I’ve been making an effort to provide what you like.”

At his words, Liv tilted her head slightly. Her flowing hair moved with the motion, gently tickling Dimus’ bare chest, like the mischievous tail of a clever fox who knew just how beautiful she was.

“Really?”

“Of course.”

“What is it that I like?”

Liv’s eyes gleamed with interest.

From time to time, Philip would quiz Dimus on “Liv’s preferences,” as if it were an exam question. When Philip first asked, Liv had been more embarrassed than Dimus, but now she wore an intrigued expression similar to Philip’s, waiting for Dimus’ answer.

That was exactly the expression Liv wore now as she sat on his stomach. She didn’t seem to be hoping he would give the right answer but rather looking forward to whatever absurd answer he might give.

“My body.”

Liv’s eyes widened at his answer, given without hesitation. She stared blankly at Dimus for a moment, then gradually parted her lips. Her exposed neck began to blush.

Liv, her lips moving slightly, spoke in an embarrassed voice, “…If you put it that way, I sound like some lewd woman who only desires your body.”

Given their current position—Liv straddling him—his answer seemed all the more believable.

Liv, apparently aware of the suggestiveness of their posture, tried to slide off him, inching sideways. But with Dimus holding her waist firmly in place, she couldn’t do as she wished.

Every time Liv shifted her hips, a heat built up in his lower body. Dimus subtly applied pressure to her waist, rubbing his hardness against Liv’s bare skin, his voice calm to the point of dryness.

“But it wasn’t my personality you fell for, was it?”

“Well…”

Liv seemed at a loss for words at his self-aware comment. She appeared so taken aback that she forgot her earlier attempt to move off him. Dimus seized the opportunity to pull her closer, adjusting their position.

Her soft, full breasts were pressed against his chest, their stomachs touching. His swollen head, slick with precum, nudged her entrance, ready to push in.

Dimus, moving his hands from her waist to cup her soft buttocks, suddenly curled his lips in a sly smile.

“Ah, maybe it wasn’t my body but my face.”

“No, that’s not… Ah!”

Liv, who seemed about to protest, swallowed her words as he thrust into her, her body bending forward. Liv, too, must have been aroused while their bodies were in contact, as her inner walls were wet and slick.

Perhaps it was because he entered her nearly every day.

It was easy to bury himself to the root in one go. It felt as though her insides had molded perfectly to his shape. Just imagining the walls being identical to his member had his heart swelling with satisfaction.

Dimus paused for a moment with his pillar fully buried. Just being enveloped by her warmth felt incredible.

But the moment of respite didn’t last long. The subtle squeezing of her walls continued to stimulate his senses.

“Mm, ah…”

Liv, lying on top of him, rubbed her breasts against his chest, her breath hot against his skin. She seemed to be trying to manage her growing arousal, but to Dimus, it only felt like she was urging him on.

So he decided to grant her unspoken request.

“Ah!”

He tightened his legs, thrusting up. His cock pulled out just slightly from the base, then plunged in again. It wasn’t an explicit in-and-out motion, but even the slight movement was enough, given how tightly her walls gripped him.

With every thrust, Liv’s thighs trembled, her love juice spilling and soaking the area between them. As she clung to him, moaning, her lips brushed against his scarred chest.

Whether it was intentional or not didn’t matter. What mattered was that the small, playful caress stirred something primal within him.

“Ugh…”

Dimus, propping himself on his knees, began thrusting harder. Liv’s body collapsed fully onto his, her back arching.

The creaking of the bed, the sound of their skin meeting, and their gasping breaths filled the room. Dimus, holding Liv tightly, sank his teeth into her flushed neck. The reddish mark left behind stood out against her heated skin.

Licking over the mark, Dimus bit down again.

It was easy to cover her neck in love bites, marking from her round shoulders to just below her ear. Yet even with her skin marred in red, he felt no relief—only a growing hunger.

An unknown yearning took hold.

It was strange. No matter how deeply he buried himself in her or how many marks he left on her, it was never enough. The faint hunger only seemed to grow.

“…Haa.”

Dimus licked along the edge of Liv’s ear, his breath hot. When his breath tickled her ear, Liv shivered, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, almost desperately.

“Ah, Dimus…”

Calling his name in a voice thick with pleasure, Liv kissed his jaw and cheek.

“…Dimus.”

“Yes.”

His thrusts sped up, the wet sound of their bodies meeting growing louder. He was on the verge of release, his shaft throbbing. Liv’s tight walls squeezed him, and Dimus gritted his teeth, holding back a curse.

With his voice tight with impending climax, Dimus whispered against her ear, “You called me. So say it.”

“Uh!”

“Hm?”

“Haa, ah! Ah!”

At the force of his thrust, Liv’s moan turned sharper. Dimus, teeth gritted, growled low.

“Liv.”

“Ha, Dimus…”

Between her trembling thighs, a surge of hot fluid gushed out. Tears and sweat drenched Liv’s face as she gasped through her climax.

Even as she reached her peak, his thrusts didn’t slow, sending her reeling from one wave of pleasure to the next. Unable to keep up, Liv’s body went limp, her lips repeatedly murmuring his name in a daze.

“…Good.”

At that moment, his rough thrusts halted. With his shaft buried deep inside her, Dimus let out a groan. A rush of heat seemed to explode in his head, blinding him momentarily.

With his cock buried to the hilt, he released inside her, marking her as his. His shaft twitched repeatedly, pumping his seed deep. But what truly heightened his pleasure wasn’t the physical sensation—it was Liv’s drowsy murmur.

Without pulling out, Dimus asked quietly, “You liked it?”

“Ah…”

“Liv.”

“Mmm…”

Her body limp, Liv rubbed her forehead against his neck in a gesture that seemed more out of exhaustion than affection. Yet Dimus, unwilling to let it end there, rubbed her sticky back insistently, pressing her.

“Did you like it?”

“What…”

His fingers teased her entrance, still filled with his cock. He began gently prying it open.

“Did you like having me inside you here?”