Chapter 134 Insatiable

Chapter 134 Insatiable

Killorn carried her to the bed, throwing her onto it. Despite taking initiative, her eyes watered and flickered, almost not expecting this outcome. He wryly smiled at her expression as he slowly crouched over her, his large boy covering hers completely. Instinctively, she tried to shrink back, cowering into the bed.

"Hah, don't look at me like that," Killorn mused. "You started it, Ophelia. Take some responsibility."

Ophelia blinked. She examined the man before her, how starkly different they were. She was pale and thin, but he was tanned and muscular. Strength radiated from his body, his temperature always burning with the need to conquer and seize. Fear pricked her chest, spreading with anticipation.

"B-be gentle," Ophelia reminded him with trembling lips as lowered against her.

"Kiss me again and I'll think about it."

Ophelia glowered. Killorn grinned.

"Kidding," Killorn teased, just as Ophelia snaked her arms around his neck. Instantly, he gave in to her, as her mouth met his. He bit her lips softly, sliding his tongue inside, knowing she was far too shy to explore more. She released a soft, hesitant moan, her grip tightening as she tried to hug him.

Ophelia felt a familiar warmth surge in her lower belly. He pressed their bodies together, her legs parting for him immediately. She could feel hardness pressed against her womb, their kiss intensifying, as heat pulsated from the spot he rested against. "I always try to be careful, Ophelia," Killorn confessed, staring intently at her moistened pupils. His golden eyes shined sharply at her cheeks, growing red, spreading all the way to her chest. He reached under her spine, easily yanking the ribbons that held her cursed corset together and tossing the clothes aside. "I always know if I give into my urges, you'd be in deep trouble."

Killorn pulled off her dress swiftly, discarding it in the same pile by the bed. She hugged her chest, despite being covered by her chemise. He ripped that off of her as well, causing her to shriek in protest. "K-Killorn, they're expensive—"

"Worry about yourself, instead." Killorn bent and captured her quivering mouth, eager to claim more of her. Slowly, his hands roamed all over her body, against her smooth and delectable skin. He moved over her cleavage, lightly brushing against her n*pples as she exhaled. His fingers grazed lower, tracing the curve of her womb that had yet to grow wound with his heir. He gripped her hip bones, his thumb teasing the sensitive skin before sliding down to her thighs. Mine.

"Do you have any plans tomorrow?" Killorn warned.

"Y-yes—"

"Too bad." Killorn was going to leave her bedridden. She wouldn't be able to get out of this bed, even if she crawled for the doors. He was going to make sure of it.

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After undressing, Killorn captured her mouth before he touched any other part of her body. Drawn like a moth to a flame, he couldn't pull away from the softness of her quivering mouth. His hand slid lower, gripping her naked thigh in one hand, and her breast in the other, earning a quiet moan. He groaned, his hungry gaze fixating on her perk n*pple protruding between his fingers. Each time he laid eyes upon her, he felt like the most lustful man in existence. "Try to not cry tonight," Killorn teased, as he stroked his twitching member against her inner thigh. By instinct, she tried to close her legs, lean and smooth, but he was always in between her body. Always eager to keep her wide open for him.

"A-ah, I can't," Ophelia began desperately, her face flushed, her cheeks reddening at her words. "I-I think I'm going to come again, please!"

Killorn only pushed her legs further apart, gripping her tightly as he aligned their bodies even more. He went deeper, leaving not a single inch between them. His speed was unmatched, penetrating and pushing forward. He repeatedly probed at the exact spot that had her screaming his name. He took her n*pple into her mouth, softly sucking and running his tongue around the sensitive pearl. She wretched away from him, but to no avail, his freed hand squeezing her breast.

"Killorn, you're killing me," Ophelia sobbed, as she ran her hands through his hair, tugging at the ends. He responded by biting down softly. She hissed in pain whilst pleasure shot through her. He continued thrusting deep into her, their skin slapping repeatedly.

Ophelia couldn't bear it any longer. Please come. She begged inside of her head, please. All of her strength was beginning to be drained by him, as he was brimming with youth. She turned her head to the side, gasping and unable to breathe.

"And you're driving me into madness," Killorn harshly coaxed, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look him in the face.

"A-ahh!" Ophelia's entire body shook with the intensity of his thrusts, as a gush of fluid bursted from her again. She sniffled, seeing stars once more. "Just a bit more," Killorn promised, taking her hips in his vice, never once pausing. He penetrated her furiously, his eyes intent on marking her from the inside out. He watched her face as he invaded her, pleasuring her, seizing her everything.

Killorn refused to give her up. To give her to anyone else, but him. She was his. For eternity. He bent to kiss her, but she turned her head away, sobbing like an innocent little fawn. She couldn't handle him anymore, and he was only getting started.

"You're so pretty," Killorn confessed, kissing her lean neck. "Every inch of you is pure perfection."

Ophelia's lips trembled. "I always struggle between worshiping your entire being like a holy temple, or sullying you in all of me..."

Her gaze widened, just as he nipped at her jaw. His hands cupped her breast tightly. "J-just love me instead," Ophelia told him.

Killorn released a low, fierce moan as he kissed her again, unable to part from her mouth. "I'll make sure you'll never suffer at the hands of the greedy again, Ophelia."

What did he mean by that?

Ophelia tried to ask, but he bit her lips, earning a cry. Instantly, his hips buckled, his golden glows piercing through her, as he pumped his hot seed into her. Marking her as his, he poured into her, stroking and releasing everything, and he refused to pull out. She weakly accepted all of him, even as he began to suck and lick from her throat to her naked breasts. She knew red marks would be peppering her skin by dawn, and that he was still not satiated.

When would he ever learn?

"I'm tired," Ophelia begged as she felt him begin to harden again. What an insatiable beasts! "I know," Killorn murmured, embracing her as her vision began to darken. "Sleep. I'll let you off easy tonight." Ophelia sighed in relief, despite feeling his heavy weight on her womb. He had her completely trapped under him.

"You'll need the energy for tomorrow morning, anyways." Ophelia gulped, understanding what was to come from his mercy tonight.