Chapter 103: Intoxicating Pleasure(R18)

"’That’s it, hubby, more, give me more, mmghy~💕’"

This was it—this situation, this moment.

All of this was what she wanted; it was what she’d worked so hard for and done everything in her power to be able to come back to.

This feeling of euphoria and fulfillment was simply what she longed for.

It wasn’t exactly how she’d wanted it to happen, but at this point she had no complaints—or rather, she’d never had the chance to voice any.

"Mngh! Don’t stop!~❤️, harder!💕"

Even now, she could barely hold onto a shred of reason, and even that was only being used to express her desire for more.

Plack!, squelch!, plpsshhh!

She was being pounded from behind by Astan while he held her arms firmly in place.

Azalea was at Astan’s mercy, and at no point could she regain enough composure to switch roles.

She simply couldn’t help but enjoy the intoxicating pleasure.

There was no reason in her mind to stop him; her pride and other concerns took a back seat.

Being taken and insatiably desired by Astan, as well as the pleasure she was feeling, was now the only thing on her mind.

Astan was already making a mess of her; just moments ago, her insides had been filled with his seed, and even after that, Astan continued to thrust insatiably.

Astan showed no sign of stopping his wild thrusts.

"That’s right, I’m your husband. Heh! Your entire—your entire lustful, sinful body is mine, and I’ll do whatever I want with it!"

"Yes, hubby, I’m yours. Mmmngh! ❤️ You can do whatever you want with me, aah! 💕 You can tear me apart and use me however you like~💕"

Azalea had never felt so desired, and that thought sent her into a euphoria that was hard to describe

. She didn’t even know what she was saying; maybe she said it on impulse, maybe those were her true thoughts—not even she knew.

She just knew she wanted to be desired even more; it was never enough.

Plack, slap! Plpsshhh!.

And Astan, excited, took her words seriously.

He increased the intensity of his thrusts; with each impact, Azalea’s voluptuous behind jiggled and trembled.

Astan wasn’t just enjoying Azalea’s soft yet tight interior—he was enjoying the soft sensation that welcomed him with every thrust.

It was as if it didn’t matter how hard or intense he was; Azalea’s plump behind gently welcomed him.

He wanted to test again whether it really was that soft by using a more sensitive part of himself.

So he let go of Azalea’s arms, causing her to fall forward, but she was caught by the soft bed in front of her.

She couldn’t even brace herself with her hands; she simply let her body fall onto it. While Astan continued to pound deep inside her without any mercy.

Slap! Skkshhh!... thmmp!...whmp!

Astan, now with his hands free, cupped Azalea’s buttocks and molded them, confirming that their softness and elasticity did not compromise their firmness.

It was a perfect balance that deserved to be the subject of in-depth study later on.

At that moment, as he kneaded them, he inevitably exposed Azalea’s other hole.

That piqued Astan’s curiosity, and he realized what a waste it would be to simply ignore that hole.

’System, perform a cleanup.’

He quickly got ready.

It was time to begin preparations; after all, you always need to have a Plan C—and even a Plan D.

He held out one hand, and out of nowhere a bottle appeared in it; he poured the contents into his other hand. He also splashed a little of that liquid onto Azalea’s big butt, making it shinier and smoother.

"Aaah! Hubby! That’s cold, hmmgh~❤️..!"

Obviously, Azalea felt it, but she didn’t think much of it; she didn’t even consider when Astan had managed to grab the bottle of oil.

She was more focused on Astan’s thrusts, which simply wouldn’t stop even with what he was doing.

A serious mistake on her part.

Astan brought his oil-covered hand toward her anus; then he extended just his index finger.

At this point, it was all too obvious what he was going to do.

And he—having already received Azalea’s permission to do whatever he wanted with her body—didn’t even give the slightest warning and—

"Huh? AhHh!! NoooOO!~"

It was only a little, but Azalea’s reaction was more intense than Astan had expected.

Suddenly, her body tensed, and her muffled moans became clearer, filled with panic.

Astan also felt Azalea’s insides tighten around him like never before.

At first glance, it seemed like his reaction was really negative... but.

"AAaahhh!!~❤️❤️❤️"

Squelch... Pshhh! Splrrghh!

In fact, that stimulated her so much that it brought her to climax.

Azalea had a very intense orgasm.

Her body began to convulse and tremble at the same time, while her vagina began to release intense spurts without any control...

It was so intense that she truly felt she had completely lost all control of her body.

"Nooo! Hubby, stop! I’m going crazy if~aaahah~❤️❤️💕!"

And, what was even worse for her, was that Astan didn’t stop for a single moment.

He continued to slide his finger in and out, which was driving Azalea out of her mind even faster than the wild thrusts—which, too, hadn’t stopped for a single moment.

"Mmngh~❤️❤️, this is too much, I, Hubby. 💕💕"

Shlick... plip... drip... slosh...

Yes, she felt way too good; both her insides and that new, stimulating sensation were driving her wild.

All that was missing was one more thing, just one more push to make everything complete and lift her into ecstasy, where she would simply forget everything.

And luckily for her, she wouldn’t have to wait long,

"Ugh! I’m coming too!"

Splurt... Gush!... gush!

Finally, Astan reached his limit and began to fill Azalea’s insides.

She felt the hot seed flood into her and stain her insides, and there it was—what she’d been waiting for.

That sensation of heat, fullness, and overflow was something she’d grown to love, and simply feeling it inside her intensified everything even more.

As always, ecstasy came on its own. She was about to drift away from reality and let herself be carried away by the ecstatic pleasure, but—

"Wait! What’s that, hubby? Wait, not that! Aaaaah!🖤🖤💞"

Now that Astan had set his mind on something, he wasn’t one to give up easily, and Azalea is about to come to understand that side of him.

In the midst of her ecstasy, he withdrew his finger, but immediately she began to feel something different: a cold, hard sensation that kept her from losing herself and anchored her in reality.

She was still in ecstasy, but she was extremely alert and wanted to stop whatever Astan was doing.

She didn’t know why, but she was afraid. Just Astan’s finger alone had already made her react like this; she didn’t know what would happen now that Astan was trying something else.

"Yugh! Stay still—this won’t hurt!"

But her struggling and attempt to stop him prompted Astan to take action: in the midst of his thrusts, he made an even stronger one that sent them both tumbling onto the bed.

In addition, he placed a hand on her back, pinning her down; Azalea had her arms tucked beneath her, so Astan had her completely immobilized.

Now that he was putting his weight on top of her, he kept Azalea under control and continued with what he was doing—what he was trying to insert into Azalea was a butt plug.

He hadn’t expected Azalea to get so wild, but, in a way, he liked it, since it increased the movement and the sensations.

And finally, after a few attempts...

Plop!

"Nooo! Not this, really NOOO-MNHh! ❤🖤🖤"

Psshht!....Squelch...squish.!

It went in, and Azalea, who was already going crazy during the process, went even crazier. This sensation wasn’t something she’d ever experienced or even understood.

It was strange and unfamiliar.

But it was so stimulating that it simply drove her wild both inside and out; her insides were already in a disastrous state...

And this, combined with the fact that Astan kept filling her with his inexplicable amount of seed, completely shattered her rationality, and her mind simply went blank.

She didn’t let herself get carried away; it was simply that something inside her stopped functioning properly.

"MMMmnnghhh~💕💕💕"

Pshhh... Shlk... schlk... splish.

She could simply do nothing but keep coming and squirting nonstop; bodily control was no longer a faculty she possessed.

..

.

"Phew, that was intense. You really drive me crazy."

Slap!

When he finally finished releasing his seed inside Azalea, Astan pulled away from her, completely satisfied with what had just happened.

He even slapped her juicy butt—just because he could.

"..."

Azalea didn’t respond. Her face was buried in the bed; the only part of her body still raised was her juicy butt, which now, without Astan’s support, began to sag.

Her lingerie was in disarray, and her bra and panties had long since been removed; only the veil, stockings, and garter belt remained.

Astan looked at her.

She really was getting closer and closer to being a mess and wasn’t even responding, but at least he noticed she was breathing.

He could hear heavy breathing, so at least she was alive.

He hadn’t yet reached the point of losing control, and he was the kind of person who learned from his mistakes.

So, even though he was a little reluctant, he decided to pick her up and lay her down properly in bed.

Yes, he was about to bring this exciting afternoon to a close.

He did this with his eyes closed, in case her voluptuous and seductive body tempted him, and just as he was about to turn around and leave the room...

"hubby, haaah~ what’s going on??"

He heard Azalea’s voice; that made him open his eyes and realize she was conscious.

That immediately cheered him up—both him and his friend down below, who sprang to life—because, upon opening his eyes, he couldn’t help but look at Azalea, and immediately her sweaty, flushed body, covered in places with various fluids, came into view.

He knew this would happen if he saw that tempting body, but anyway, it didn’t matter, since if Azalea was awake, it meant he could continue.

And he wasn’t wrong; Azalea hadn’t answered before simply because she was recovering from the intense experience and its aftermath.

She really didn’t know what to think, especially since she still felt something in her anus, and even the slightest movement caused stimulation.

Whether by luck or not, there was no time to think about it now, because...

"Open your mouth."

Astan was already in front of her—or rather, he’d positioned his member right in front of her face. She was lying on the edge of the bed, and he was standing beside her.

The size of the bed made it the perfect height for his member to rest against her face.

Astan’s member was still covered in all kinds of fluids from both of them, and Azalea could smell the strong scent of it all more clearly than ever.

The masculine scent, combined with the scent of sex, made her begin to feel aroused and excited.

Maybe she didn’t have as high a libido as Astan, but she still felt like she wanted to—and could—go for a few more rounds.

Well, that was assuming Astan didn’t shatter her reasoning and clarity of thought before then.

And if that happened... what would it matter?

And once again she thought that, even if that happened, it didn’t matter at all, so, without a second thought, she followed Astan’s instructions and opened her mouth, ready for what was coming.

She was already trapped in the viscous, suffocating quagmire of pleasure... And had no desire to struggle to escape.

She wanted to sink deeper—and, preferably, drag Astan down with her; that would be her greatest delight and happiness, and her goal from now on.