Twenty-Seven

BUT IT'S NOT LIKE I CAN SAY THAT. I CAN'T TELL HIM because he would either take me for insane or believe in me and have an identity crisis. Which cannot happen, because it would be wrong, since although I give too much importance to the novel, this isn't fiction. This is the real world. A real universe exists in a parallel with earth.

I can't treat people here as characters, because they all have thoughts of their own, and feelings. I'm just like a bug that happened in the system, so I was reborn with my memories from my past life, in which I happened to read a novel that describes exactly what happened here. But it's still all real.

Take me for an example. I was a side character with not even a sentence, and that doesn't make me an NPC, or anyone else for that matter. Or him, who wasn't even mentioned in it, and it's here with me, possessing such power, and this attractive body and personality. We are very much alive, just as much as the main leads also are.

But I consciously chose not to cross their paths, because as I said before, the idea of getting in the way of the original storyline for the main leads, might get my head on a fucking spike. And that's hell to the no!

As I still wasn't talking, he went for the provocation, going for my sensible breasts, playing with them, "I'll make you talk," he threatened. "I'll make you want for me so bad that will cry, and I won't give it to you until you tell me!"

I moaned as he descended his kisses down my body. From my face to my neck, collarbones, breasts, waist… "Hell… what… oh my God… what… what are you planning on doing?" I asked as his kisses didn't stop and kept going forward to my hips.

"I'm feeling hungry," was all he said, before opening my legs widely and inhaling deeply. "You smell amazing… like pure lust," then he got on his knees, holding my legs in a hard grip and bringing my hips closer.

He's not going to do what I think he's going to, right? "Please…"

"Tell me, Hope!" He said and stopped, with his lips almost touching the upper part of my pussy, making my legs shake just with this proximity. "Will you tell me?"

"…" I don't know what to say.

He giggled mischievously, "You are surprisingly tough on keeping things to yourself," is that a compliment? "Let's see how long you will last," then he kissed my sensible skin, spreading an electric wave all over my body, making me gasp. "I'll bring hell to you, my dear."

Said that he went forward and kissed my pussy again, this time his soft lips were open. When his tongue touched it, he licked all of my fluids, before going deeper. And I hadn't realized his tongue was so long until I felt it getting into me, its surface becoming surprisingly softer in me. I tried to move my hips, anxiously, almost convulsing, but his grip on my ass hardened and he made it impossible for me to move as I wanted.

I wasn't moaning anymore, I was screaming with pleasure. So much so that tears rolled down my eyes. He didn't stop, he went even deeper. His tongue in a sole dance inside of me, getting to my most difficult spots and purposely pleasuring me there. Making me crave more.

His tongue wasn't enough. It wasn't enough. Not after I knew how good it felt to have him inside of me. I needed his cock.

I need to feel him all over me with his cock again. And I need him to fuck me harder. To thrust into me as if he could die if he went a little slower. I need him to pour himself into me, or I won't be satisfied.

This is not enough. Not fucking enough!

Even after I came into his mouth and he drank all of my juice, he didn't stop. No. It was like he found a new favorite hobby and wouldn't stop until he wanted something more than that. My body kept shaking non-stop, and he didn't stop.

He went forward, and forward, and forward. With his mind set on torturing me. On making me crave him. Crave for more. And it was working.

I cried, begging him to give himself to me again, but he didn't care. He had decided that would only stop once he made me talk. But even if I knew what to say, how would I talk when I can't even function with him doing this to me?

I cursed as I felt my body getting hornier and hornier, as my pussy grew hungrier for him. His tongue made my appetite for him bigger than before. The more he gave me, the more I wanted. Making me feel dirty like a lusty glutton. Making me want to explode right here and now. Explode over him, on his mouth, until he felt restless enough to crave me as much as I was craving for him.

Even when I came more than two times, the devil didn't fucking stop. "Please…" I managed to say. "Please… I'll… talk..." I cried. "Just… get in me… please… Fuck me… for God's sake… I'm… losing… my fucking… mind… please… devil…"

He sucked me one more time, and when he let down my legs and hips and came closer, his dick was harder than stone, pulsing as if it was alive, straight like a sword… scarily bigger and thicker than before. As I imagined, he must have been losing his shit like me, "Tell me," he ordered, licking his lips. "Tell me or I won't stop this time," I couldn't see his eyes, but I bet ten gold coins that his eyes are as dilated with pleasure, as mine must be right now. Probably almost taking over my pupils entirely.

"I… I heard someone talking with my father… in his office. I don't know who the person was, but…" it was fucking hard to breathe. "He was telling him that he was… almost sure… that Duke Luc Von der Meer was lying about being a three-type mage." I tried to breathe again, "He said that he felt more than three things on him. So, I…" I tried to talk again, still panting. "I took it that he had more magic types than what he lets meet the eye."

"Fucking Top spies… But why did your father have contact with them?" I have no idea, I just straight-up lied to get what I wanted. To get him.

"Don't know. Don't care. Bloody hell, devil, get in me. I'm really losing my fucking sanity here because of… Mmmmm…" I moaned loudly when he abruptly penetrated it all on me, to the point where I felt his balls touching me. And this time I felt like I was going to break in half. "Yeah… fuck yeah… mmmm… move… fuck me hard…"

I didn't even need to ask, it was like he was craving for the same as me, "Your mouth is so… dirty…" Then he kissed me and I tasted myself in his mouth.