Chapter 43

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Chapter 43

Dustin let out a shaky breath. As he pushed out, the walls squeezed over him so he couldn’t get out. It really felt like she was going to swallow him. He clenched his teeth and shoved them in more harshly.

“Uhk, hu, uh, ah, uh, ah!”

“Ugh, it’s too tight…”

“More, more, huhk!”

Dustin’s movements became rougher than before. Anat swayed helplessly at the pounding beat. Above all, the pleasure of poking at her randomly without thinking of anything made her sob. What’s more, whenever the veined manhood came and went, it rubbed her clitoris, creating more pleasure.

“Ah, uh, hng, ah!”

Even though it was easier to insert now, Dustin felt like his brain was about to melt inside the tightness. The pleasure exploding in his head was beyond measure. Her inner walls gave him fantasies. He frantically immersed himself in thrusting into her and coveting the inside. He liked the sound of the voice that screamed every time his manhood pierced her deep inside.

“Ah, uhng! Ah, ang, ah, ahn, ahng!”

“Ha… Oh God…”

“Uhh, ah, uhk, ah, uhk!”

“It’s like…”

Dustin frowned and looked at the woman with her legs wide open in front of him. She had pale skin that seemed to have been sprinkled with jewel dust, and the soft skin that he wanted to keep rolling in his hand. Conflict seems to arise even if he covet her. He drew her waist and unknowingly left a kiss on the woman’s chest and stomach.

“You, inside… It’s very, very nice.”

His large palms gently caressed the abdomen of the woman who he was holding. Every time he rolled his hips forward, her flat abdomen would bulge. He paid more attention and slammed the inside. Anat groaned, not knowing what to do with the pleasure that was engulfing her.

Dustin, unable to overcome the pleasure, pulled his ass back and grabbed Anat’s waist as he was about to retreat, pulling himself straight, and thrusting his manhood deep into her. Their groins were grafted together, and the thick liquid flowed vigorously along the place where they were connected. The sensation of the deep penetration made her scramble her arms and let out a breath.

“Ah, deep, uh, uhhh, uhk.”

“Feel it, how good it is here for you too…”

As Dustin paused for a moment and stirred slowly inside, Anat shivered and her thighs writhed. Dustin didn’t miss it and focused on where she was particularly responsive. He could feel the woman holding her breath and feeling the pleasure. Each time she did, she tightened harder.

“Ha, you like this place…”

“Uh, uhhng…!”

Searching for the part, Dustin pounded more quickly. Squelch, squelch, their junction made a lewd and bizarre sound. Anat’s response was so good that he wondered if this plan was made for him. She couldn’t stand the fireworks exploding in her head and thrusted to and fro. Oh, that’s crazy. Mixing with a human’s body. Anat spoke to herself and moved her hips along with Dustin’s movements.

“Ah, please, huhk, uhk, ah!”

“You, keugh, feel it well.”

“Ahng, uhh, uhk, huu, uh, ah!”

“Still, a long way… To go…”

“Ah! The, the stimulation… Too, much, huhhk… haah!”

Her head was spinning. Anat’s breath was lodged at her throat. Dustin slapped Anat’s round ass, and Anat responded right away and tightened harder. Her walls quivered.

“Here too…”

Just then, Dustin’s hand went up over Anat’s entrance. The protruding clitoris was touched by his hand. Anat momentarily arched her back. This… Uhk! In response to Anat’s candid reaction, Dustin moved his back even harder and rubbed her clitoris. Anat was now almost weeping and chanting.

“Ah, uhhah, stop, no, this, too, huu, much, ah, ahk, ahk!”

The climax continued. From Anat’s thighs to her lower abdomen, she was trembling like convulsions. Dustin didn’t miss this and pounded even more, driving violently into her to the hilt. It was so rough that every time his manhood went in and out, the red flesh clenched with it.

“Ah…!”

Immediately, Dustin grabbed Anat and sat her on his thigh. The length came to pierce even deeper. Anat twisted her back and clung to Dustin, yelling at him. The pleasure emanating from her belly flashed in her vision with a tingling sensation. She loved it so much that she almost had tears in her eyes.

“Ah, st, uh, op…! Uhh, ah…!”

The penis violently stirred inside before her climax was over. In the end, tears welled up in her eyes. Dustin’s thumb rubbed it away. Then he came to kiss her. With his lips open and his tongue gently swallowing her mouth and tongue, Anat gave himself more to him. The moaning in her throat could not get out of her mouth, but passed into his mouth and was swallowed.

“Kugh!”

“AHNGH!”

Dustin tightened his hands on her pelvis, shoving her under him, and ejaculated, moving himself from deep within her. His lower body trembled for a while, and spurted his seed into Anat. Suddenly, Anat drooped in his arms.

At that moment, a dazzling white light swallowed Dustin.

The reddish moon hung on the edge of the sky and shone brightly. The man was walking down the hallway, but without realizing it, he stood in the middle and looked out the window. Red moon… His head was throbbing. A very bad memory came to mind. He clenched his fist and lowered it.

“Sir Yuriel, what are you doing standing there?”

A middle-aged man who found the man standing in front of the window strode towards him.

“Ah, Count.”

“It’s a red moon. It’s a moon you can only see in this area.”

Count Norrant looked at the red moon the man was looking at and smiled warmly. Then he hurriedly opened his mouth as if he had remembered something.

“By the way, there is a story that only goes down here about the red moon. Would you like to hear it? It’s kind of fun.”

“A story?”

“Yes, it’s like a fairy tale. It’s also a good way to appease this lonely night.”

Just in time, I have one drink that goes with the story. Count Norrant added, laughing. It was a sweet proposal. The man looked at him indifferently. Then he smiled and nodded his head.

“I’d appreciate it.”

When the man agreed, Count Norrant invited him to go to his office. Then he told one of the attendants following him to prepare alcohol and snacks and bring them to the office. The servant bowed his head and left for a moment.

The two of them arrived at the office and sat down. Count Norrant sat back his heavy body on the sofa, which was lined with thick fur. Not long after, the attendant brought a table of snacks and set it in front of them, and withdrew. The man looked at the bottle the servant had left. It didn’t seem like a particularly special drink.

Count Norrant noticed the gaze, smiled, picked up the bottle and poured it into the glass.

“As you can see, it’s not a very special drink. It’s wine.”

“Does the wine have anything to do with the story you’re going to talk about?”

“Of course. It is because of this wine.”

Let’s take a sip. When Count Norrant offered a drink, the man took a sip of the wine. It was neither good nor bad. It’s just wine. However, unlike the ones he had drunk before, it had a slightly harsher taste.

“Is it rough? It is made in the most primitive way.”

Count Norrant said, observing the man’s reaction. And then he started to clear his throat.

“You know the story of the Primordial God and the nine gods.”

The man paused for a moment. His face hardened for a moment, but he nodded his head casually, capturing his expression. It was so instantaneous that, fortunately, Count Norrant did not notice.

“How can anyone living on the continent not know the myth of creation?”

“Yes. But you will hear this story for the first time. It is the story of Basham, one of the nine gods.”

“Basham?”

When the man asked, Count Norrant, who said he knew, sipped the drink. However, the Count was not able to check the man’s expression because he was drinking. By the time he put down his drink, the man’s expression had disappeared.

“Have you ever heard of that name? Maybe. In fact, only a few of the nine gods are known.”

Count Norrant interlocked his fingers and placed it on his stomach. Then he pretended to be a storyteller and acted as if telling a story to his nephew.

“Basham is the god of mischief and love. It is not mentioned a few times in the myth of the beginning, but it is he who made this wine.”

“Is that so.”

The man looked at the red liquid in the glass.

Basham…

In fact, he knew the name better than anyone. How could he forget? It was a name he would never forget. Exactly because of that, it was able to lead him to her. He wouldn’t have even met her if it weren’t for his mischief.

“Count.”

Count Norrant raised his eyebrows as the man quietly called him.

“May I try to guess what that god Basham is like?”

“Hmm?”

The man smiled kindly at the slightly bewildered Count Norrant. Then he put down his drink and opened his mouth.

“As the name suggests, it must have been very playful. And sometimes he must have been a really cruel god. Because he was one of those gods who excelled at playing with people.”

The man remembered the god of mischief and love he knew. Basham had a mischievous side, but he was always cheerful and kind. But he loved his pranks so much that he was cruel to anyone. To some extent, he did not hesitate to play pranks on even fellow gods. So he walked the path of ruin. He fell into a trap he had created and could not get out of it.

“For that reason, the god must have fallen.”

Perhaps at the resolutely audible voice, Count Norrant shone with interest. He grinned and picked up his glass again.

“It seems that Sir knows more than I do. Or did someone talk to the lord before me?”

“No, I just…”

He has only heard and seen many things.

Having barely swallowed the words he couldn’t utter, the man took a sip of his drink. It was rough and bitter, but the sweet taste lingered in his mouth at the end. He turned his head and looked at the red moon. Basham. It was an old memory.

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