Chapter 50
Chapter 50
However, there was no way that feeble struggle could even offset the pulling power Tarhan had. He spat out her words with his glowing eyes and hugged her tightly, and locked her in his arms.
In an instant, Enya’s body lay on the floor, nestled under his canopy-like shade.
“Where are you going?! Shouldn’t we end our talk…!”
Fully buried under his massive body, she hit him across the chest and shoulders, screaming.
“It wasn’t you who had nothing more to say! Let, let me go…! Release me…! You kept your mouth shut earlier, so what are you talking about now…?! I have something to talk about with you—!”
It felt like she was beating herself up with anger and pain. It was as if a bolt of lightning struck in the eyes of the man who held her in his arms. Sparks flew in Tarhan’s eyes as he looked down at the woman who was screaming to get out of his arms.
As she hit him randomly, he climbed onto her body and with one hand, suppressed Enya’s slender arms that were clawing at him.
“I can’t allow you to go like this!”
Tears eventually burst out of Enya’s eyes as she looked up at the man who said such unbelievable words. The man who couldn’t stand being offended and did not even answer the most important question seemed so hateful at that moment.
She sobbed wildly and clawed at his neck like a wildcat.
“You, you are terribly selfish! Sometimes I hate you so much that I can’t stand it…!”
Then, Tarhan made a distant face as if someone strangled him before raising his veins and growling lowly.
“It doesn’t matter if I’m selfish! If only I could keep you by my side, even in a place like this… Even if you curse at me and hit me…”
The muttering sound trembled slightly, like that of a person whose eyes were turned upside down. Tarhan drew her clothes down, gasping for breath like a madman.
“Huuuhk…!”
Enya, naked in an instant, sobbed and tried to crawl forwards though her bare thighs were caught in his hand and pulled down. She wept over the pain in her mind, not her body. Her insides burned with a red light.
“I, I don’t want it—! I, I won’t do it.! Huht, right now… Like this…!”
There were definitely times like that.
The days when she desperately wanted and even prayed for their baby to be born safely. There was a time every month, with hope and anticipation, that blood did not come, weaving cloth to lay a baby who would never be born.
The two of them went everywhere together, merging bodies every night. There wasn’t a day that she didn’t think of him.
Enya sobbed and punched Tarhan in the chest. The floor was soaked with the tears she had shed.
She couldn’t hold it any longer as his body, already nestled between her legs, squeezed her whole body. Her thighs opened, and he came in as her mouth opened, and he pressed closer to her. Her groans escaped from her tongue-filled mouth.
“Hu-uhp, let me go…! I, I don’t—!”
She kicked Tarhan with her weak foot fiercely, but the man didn’t budge. It was like kicking a large rock. Her presence was invisible whenever he pressed against her. That said, he was a big man, and her existence was feeble and pale.
Standing next to each other, the difference between them became even more pronounced.
Tarhan lifted her body with ease, just like a child’s. It was a place that had accepted him in all sorts of ways for years. He would do anything in order to hear her unbearable moans here.
“Ah…! Ta, Tarhan…!”
Her body, which had been tamed by a man for years, responded very honestly.
Before being disappointed and afraid of him, Enya collapsed helplessly each time at the pleasure given by the man who was so obscene and blatantly coveted her.
She had no ability not to succumb to it. It was as if the pleasure provided by Tarhan was all she could enjoy in an environment where there was no change or novelty other than the stimulation of food that came in three times a day.
No, even if it wasn’t like that, she wondered if she could ever reject him.
He was all she had. Tarhan alone has made her live as long as she has.
He kneaded her whole body, sucked her n*pples till it swelled, and played between her legs with the inside of his soft mouth. When she came to her senses, she, too, was gripping his neck to death, and she was poking her tongue into his mouth.
“Haa-uhp…! Ugh!”
Before long, he rushed into her wet orifice at once. As long as she’d been with her and the only one who had been with her, Tarhan knew her body better than she knew her insides. He knew exactly where Enya felt, hidden inside her flesh.
Putting her slender legs together and placing them on his shoulder, he stabbed her madly in that direction like a horned bull. He was stabbing her to death as if he was going to end her in this posture.
It was an act only to arouse Enya’s excitement.
The expression on the man’s face aimed at her was frighteningly focused. Her body burned up in an instant, like a fallen leaf on fire, and she was helplessly pushed to the climax by the gesture.
“Ah-huk! Ahht…! I, I’m going…to diee! Ah! Ta, Tarhan! I, I-I think I’m going to die…!”
Words she didn’t mean came flying out of her open mouth.
She wriggled on the floor like a mad woman, tearing at Tarhan’s skin and screaming, tensing her body.
“Ah-hak—! Ahh-hung..! Heuk! Ha-ack…!”
Her legs, which were lifted high above the man’s muscular shoulders, convulsed and the skin of his stomach naturally tightened.
The secret area and buttocks that were seated on Tarhan’s cracked abs tightened again and again as if wanting to cut off the erect flesh inside. The soggy hole convulsed and contracted violently, ready to suck even the dangling objects beneath it.
The man who had pounced on her and pushed her to death let go of his expression and sucked on her red-hot peach bone.
The sensation was rough and fading.
Grabbing the woman who was trying to crawl on the ground with a hot face, his huge lower body pressed against her butt so that he could fully feel the inner flesh against his pillar that was still strong without a climax. He pressed down hard and stayed there for a while.
Even though he did not move, Enya reached the climax again alone just by the size and volume. She sobbed with eyes soaked wet at the feeling of being beaten all over her body.
“Ah, ah-hak…! Go, good…! So, good…! Heuk, aahhaa-ugh! Huuuu…! N, no—!”
Enya tightened her lower body as if she would cut him down while he kissed her glistening forehead and damp cheeks. She didn’t even know what she was talking about.
She knew he would let her go like this again and again. Tarhan’s desires never showed an end as he clung, always more impatient than her. He wanted to dig deeper into her, and he felt desperate every moment as if that act could make her completely his.
Finally, Tarhan reached his climax and pressed down on the weak female body, who had lost her strength and began to come inside her as hard as he could.
Enya groaned like a beast and shuddered at the grip on her shoulder, relishing a feeble climax once more. Her shoulders would be all in tatters the next day, but there was no time to worry about that now.
Tarhan jabbed his pillar the whole time he poured his soul into her stomach.
From the bottom of the hole, she could feel the man’s root twitching to pour out the liquid. Enya held her mouth open for a while as he sowed seeds inside her and squeezed his shoulders. She squeezed it so hard that her fingernails were etched into his steely back.
Her inner walls twitched and tightened on his pillar. Even though it was such a deed, at least for this moment, she felt a sense of fulfillment as if she truly became one with this man. It was an unavoidable addiction and an unavoidable habit.
Enya unconsciously rubbed her lips against his chest, making a moaning sound. Tarhan also pressed his hand closer to her back, scattering deep kisses across her nape and cheek.
He was affectionate, as if he was willing to do anything for his partner. Even after pouring out so much for so long, the pillar still fluctuated inside her, and she could still feel the hardness of the pillar sticking between her walls.
He had come so much inside her that, even though the hole was still plugged up with him, the white, frothy liquid was dripping down her legs.
The two hugged each other as if they had been dead for a long time.
Finally coming to her senses, Enya shrugged and pushed him away. Tarhan watched her, still breathing heavily, raising an eyebrow.
“Heuk, I really hate you…”
There was not even a response to the tearful words.
It was only snow that hadn’t yet burned out the flames. Enya, likewise, took a deep breath and slowly lifted her hips up against his stone chest. With a clingy sound, Tarhan’s heavy, bulky thing was pulled out of her body.
The pillar, still stood upright, revealing its majesty, soaking in the slimy liquid from their bodies.
She held her breath slightly the moment she saw with her own eyes what she had been receiving all along. The giant, lifelike pillar wriggled and clung to her back. In an instant, Tarhan took a deep breath again and seemed to pull her into his arms before muttering in a hoarse voice:
“Even if you hate me, I can’t help it. I will accept it.”
Hearing that, Enya looked up at him, stunned.
In an instant, his posture changed, and her body turned. Now Enya was turned face down, and Tarhan was holding her down with his heavy body.
“The sight of you bleeding and getting hurt right in front of my eyes… Such a thing has never happened, and it will never… happen.”
He whispered impatiently.
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