Chapter 122 - 121: Why does It Feel So Satisfying...?
"Heh, you can’t get away from your fate, my devotee. Now that your pussy and asshole are filled, it’s time for me to use your mouth."
"Ahnn, what are you talking about, Savior... I’m wearing something on my head..."
"Silly of you to say that, my devotee... of course you need to open that hole." Owen positioned himself in front of her mouth while grabbing the box.
"That area is soft. Use your saliva to soak that paper cover while I soften the outside." Owen thrust his cock, making the box dent inwardly.
"L-like this...?" She licked the paper, soaking it with saliva.
"Yes, do it like that. You are doing an exceptional job... just a little bit more, and it will split open."
Fwishh...
The box was opened... Owen didn’t hesitate and removed the paper, making it into a perfect circle.
"Now it’s good. Do you want to experience this kind of thrill, my devotee?" Her three holes were filled, making the scene look like a gangbang.
"N-no, I love my husband, so I don’t want this..."
"Okay, okay... You need to experience the true pleasure first. Now open your mouth and lick the dripping crown." Owen then slipped his fingers below, fondling her tits with fervor.
It’s best to fondle the tits together with a blowjob.
"Ahn.. ahnn..."
"You are moaning uncontrollably now. This is just the beginning, my devotee, so don’t ever show weakness, or else what you said before is just a lie." Owen thrust the head, hitting her lips.
"Open your mouth. It’s time for you to enjoy the true pleasure of a real cock, not a twig or toy where you can’t feel anything."
"Slurp.. lick.. lick.. ahnn, ahn.. slurp.." Her way of licking was clumsy, just like the last MILF.
"Put more effort into it; don’t show me that clumsy licking. Your husband is not working hard enough." He made another jab at her husband again...
’Is she enjoying the rough treatment I’m giving her husband? Her pussy twitched, and her nipples got harder when I said that...’ A wild thought came into his mind.
"Ahn.. ahnn.. Savior, I need to rest. I need to take a breather now..." It was inevitable... she could feel that strange feeling again!
This hadn’t happened to her ever since, and now it was heating her whole body! She had already squirted, yet now she was about to squirt again!
’Is this the work of the Savior... or do I have a problem in my body... ahnn?’ There was no denying that the Savior was making her feel so good.
What would happen if the massive cock that she was currently licking entered her pussy? Would she moan just like the rest?
Guck.. guck.. guck...
The suction force of her gentle blowjob echoed in the room. Her cheeks were hollowed out while her nose worked overtime to circulate her breathing.
It was so good, and the smell of his cock was so manly, while at the same time smelling so good.
"Ohh, you are working better than a regular slut. Yes, keep doing that, or I might grant you a special rest." Owen closed his eyes; her tongue coated with hot saliva was really a good combination for heat buildup.
"Ahn.. thank... ywwou... pwleasee.. ahnn.. ahbn." Only a fragment of a second remained—that was the time limit for her... more than that would be her doom.
"Pwahh... ahh.. ahh, thank you..." She managed to get back her bearings after Owen retracted his cock... though it was just wishful thinking for her, because he raised his arm and...
Pahh!!
"Eknng!!! Ahhn!"
Squirtt! Squirtt! Squirttt!!
Her pussy went wild, squirting while the dildo was still shoved into her pussy... as she made a complete mess on the bedsheets again while her hands gripped hard on his soft bunny costume.
"Ohh, what a mess... you failed, my devotee. You are not sincere enough; your love for your husband is shallow." Owen smiled, patting her cheeks before pulling the black dildo out.
"Ahnn.. ahnn, it’s a mistake, Savior. It’s not counted... ahhnn, please don’t do that... ahhnn..." She nearly lost consciousness after she received that spanking.
"What kind of mistake, devotee? I think I didn’t do any bad stuff; it’s part of the bet... and I didn’t even use my cock in your pussy."
"Ahnn.. ahnn, let me redeem my mistake... another one, please."
"Heh, of course you will say that... so why not?" He smirked, not caring how many times she proposed. It was inevitable—she was already deep in his palm, and there was no escaping the final baptism.
She gripped the fabric of his bunny costume tighter, her heart pounding frantically against her ribs as she tried to calm her shaky breath.
The heat pool inside her belly refused to cool down, spreading through her veins like a slow fire.
"I won’t... I won’t fail this time, Savior. I will prove my devotion to my husband..." she whispered in a weak, desperate voice, though the trembling between her thighs told a completely different story.
"We shall see about that, my devotee," Owen replied with a quiet laugh, adjusting his posture over her trembling form as he prepared to push her even further beyond her limits.
"If you truly want to prove yourself, then open your mouth wider and take the whole length without complaining," Owen commanded, his tone sharp as he grabbed her chin and forced her head back. "Show me that your devotion isn’t just cheap words while your body leaks all over the mattress."
"Mmmph... ahhn!" She whimpered, her eyes tearing up as she parted her lips wider, allowing the massive, pulsing head of his cock to slip past her teeth once more.
The heat of his shaft radiated against her tongue, filling her mouth until her throat tightened in an involuntary reaction. Owen didn’t give her a moment to adjust; he began a slow, deliberate rhythm, thrusting his hips forward so that his cock slid smoothly back and forth against her wet cheeks.
Guck... guck... slurp...
Every deep stroke forced her to swallow the steady flow of pre-cum dripping from the tip. Her hands, still trembling, reached up to gently rest against his thighs, no longer pushing him away but holding on for support as the intense stimulation overwhelmed her senses.
’Why does it feel so satisfying...?’ she thought, her mind hazing over as the rhythmic sound of her own wet suction echoed in the small room.
’My husband never made me feel anything like this... his touch was always so quick, so weak... but the savior is completely consuming me.’
Owen smirked down at her, seeing the clear submission in her glassy, unfocused eyes.
"Look at you, my devotee. You claim you love your husband, yet you’re sucking my cock like your very life depends on it. Your pussy is twitching again... are you about to break the rules a third time?"