CH 138
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Does your foot get chopped by the ax you trusted in? (13) â unedited
âI canât stand it, Erina. Ku-huk, huhk.â
Like oil had been poured on the sense of climax that was slowly rising, it began to burn. An unbearable shout came out, and I moved around his body at random, as if in a frenzied dance.
The power that came up from below was so great that my heart was shaking and my head was fluttering. After feeling some pleasure, Merson went out of his way.
Rather than rejecting it, it was a better thing. But the problem is.
âHa-ahk, Merson, wait⦠Iâm, Iâm cumm⦠uht, ung! Ah!â
I thought Iâd come first, damn it. Perhaps he couldnât hear it, Merson moved only on instinct, and on top of it, I had to struggle with the uncontrolled penis.
Eventually, before I had time to control myself, the orgasm spread from the top of my head and my body started shaking like crazy. Fortunately, among the misfortunes, it wasnât long before Merson reached his second climax.
I collapsed on Mersonâs chest. My hair fell down and tickled his body, and a rough beating sound thumped my cheeks.
Although I was strewn about like a corpse due to the physical exhaustion, Merson started to move his waist again like an engine starting.
âHey, wait, letâs rest for a bitâ¦â¦.â
I twisted my pelvis to correct the uncomfortable insertion position. Eventually, I had to get up and take on him once more, albeit exhausted. Also, even though the funny thing is this is deathly tiring, when Merson moves, I am immediately caught up in his excitement.
Merson said he didnât want to, but it seemed like he was inevitably captivated by instinct, and I was able to induce him to climax more easily.
The pistoning, which seemed to never end, reached its climax at some point and the penis came crashing into me as if it was going to stick itself in me⦠So Merson finished his third climax.
And I realized that Merson is a really scary guy. How can he had sex for so long when his hands and feet are tied⦠Itâs just amazing. And again the fourth beganâ¦â¦.
Damn it, in the middle of the fifth, the redemption magic tool was released with a clear click sound.
âOh, Oh? HUUUHH?!â
Surprised and bewildered, Merson pounced on me with his body free like a fish out of the water, and in an instant I was crushed by him and forced to accept Mersonâs wild, uncontrollable gestures even more strongly.
Yes, the magic tool was said to be over in three hours, but they didnât say that Merson would be finished in three hours.
Merson, perhaps seeking revenge, crossed my hands and grabbed it with one hand, restraining me so that I could neither push nor run away from him. Merson ran nonstop until my lower back and pelvis ached.
And I⦠ closed my eyes and endured the uncontrollable pleasure.
âErina, look at me.â
Even in the midst of my mind being shaken, my eyes open automatically at the magical voice. My sweat-drenched hair shakes, and a flushed face gazes at me relentlessly.
âI donât want to, but why is it so good?â
What does this mean? I didnât have time to think seriously about Mersonâs stupid question, so I mechanically nodded, âYes, yes.â And Merson reached another climax above me, howling with hot breath and a beastly groan.
⦠Feeling the semen pouring down from under me again and again, I slowly lost consciousness.
* * *
The sweet smell of chocolate attracted my nerves. What came afterwards was hunger, and then the stiffness of my body.
âUhhh.â
A warm hand rests on the back of my neck as I make a cry of pain. It knew exactly what I wanted and supported me.
I raised my upper body and leaned my back against the headboard of the bed. I canât open my eyes properly due to the stiff feeling.
âMy eyes hurt.â
At this time, I heard the sound of âtakâ and moisture began to circulate in my body. The stiff feeling had disappeared, as if artificial tears had been added, and the black hair that had been dyed out could be seen rustling in front of me.
âAre you okay?â
âThatâ¦â¦.â
Ah, my voice is hoarse, so a harsh sound comes out. I cleared my throat and spoke again.
âThat is what I should say. Are you okay, Merson?â
âThanks to Erina.â
Looking at the bright red eyes, it was clear that he had returned to the original Merson. However, the place where I opened my eyes was not the Demon Kingâs Castle.
âItâs the inn.â
âWeâre back. I think Erina will be more comfortable here.â
Thatâs efinitely right. Even if I did this and that, I wouldnât have been able to rest comfortably in front of those demons who were trying to kill me. There was a bit of regret, âIf Merson was a little more sane, he would have visited the Demon Kingâs castleâ, but⦠wait, regret?
âOh right!â
I was going to ask Raynon and Pierre about the companion thing! Even if things get messy, why am I always so messed up like this?
âWhatâs the matter?â
If I told Merson, heâd probably not know, and since I donât want to hear him say, âYou donât want to be my companion?â, so Iâll just pass it on.
âWhat is that chocolate smell?â
I really meant that question. Of course, I was hungry, but now, when I was craving sweets, chocolate was like a ray of light.
Merson brought a plate of chocolate cakes that had been on the table in front of me. When he cuts it with a fork to make it easy to eat and puts it in my mouth, the sweetness spreads and seems to release endorphins.
âSweet.â
âIsnât it chocolate?â
âIt means itâs very delicious.â