Odalisque - Chapter 114

His penis stayed in place even after he finished ejaculating. Far from getting soft at the end of his climax, it was still cramming hard against her inner walls. Liv, staring at the Marquis’ face, groped for her belly. It felt firm beneath her sticky skin.

The Marquis narrowed his eyes as he noticed her movements. He moved his hand, which had been propping him, to touch Liv’s chin and lips, then slowly parted his lips.

“I wonder how Lady Malte’s name came out of this mouth?”

The raspy voice was still laced with a note of climax from a moment ago. The slightly subdued voice, the penis that hadn’t been pulled out, and the red tint that remained around the man’s eyes. It all added to Liv’s arousal. As a result, she kept tightening her inner walls without realizing it.

Whenever she did that, his penis gradually became even more taut. It wasn’t an illusion.

“Answer.”

The Marquis pushed his thumb in through her lips as he demanded for her answer in a low voice. Liv shrunk slightly at the touch of flesh on her tongue and quickly spoke up.

“I-I only said what Millian— Nngh.”

Liv couldn’t finish her words and let out a moan. This was due to his penis, which hadn’t shrunk at all, slowly retracting.

His penis, which she thought would leave her just like that, grazed her with its tip and then plunged back in deeply in one swift motion.

Slam!

“Gasp!”

“Aren’t you believing the unverified word of your student too easily?”

Unlike his cold voice, the Marquis’ lower half was burning hot.

“I’m, I’m not believing it!”

“And to top it off, you hang out with someone who does background checks on others. I think you’ve already passed the age to know who you should be friends with.”

“I mean, that’s… Aahh! Aht!”

His penis struck her inner walls as if punishing her. Hot sweat trickled down her forehead and into the corner of her eye.

Liv squinted at the stinging sensation and let out a sob-like moan. The Marquis stroked the corner of her eye, wiping off the sweat.

As steady as his touch was, his thrusts were heavy and slow.

“You know, Teacher. You said you’ll accept what I give you as it is, but it seems like you’ve taken a pretty active interest in it.”

A strong forearm slipped behind Liv’s weakened waist. Wrapping his arms around her waist and bracing her back, the Marquis lifted Liv’s upper body smoothly.

Her limp body was lifted in a flash, and Liv was thrown into the Marquis, her ass resting on the table. His cock was still penetrating her, obviously.

“… You’ve been picking up a lot of things.”

The Marquis muttered as though he found it to be funny and then clasped Liv’s bottom. Liv, who had been leaning into him weakly, was surprised by the motion and clung to him for dear life. The Marquis then lifted her up as if he had been waiting for it. Liv gasped and strained her arms as her body floated.

“Nnnh!”

She tensed up from the unstable position. Naturally, her lower belly also contracted, and she could feel the presence of his penis clearly. It was an incredibly deep penetration.

“Wa-wait. I will fall!”

“I won’t let go of what I got my hands on.”

Perhaps the way Liv clinging so desperately to him was silly, the Marquis soothed her in a very kind voice.

“If I do, it’s probably because I already get bored.”

Beads of sweat trickled down Liv’s back. The Marquis, holding Liv’s slippery body securely, muttered with a long sigh.

“But it’s only my second time fucking you.”

The Marquis’ breath brushed against Liv’s nape, where her sweaty hair was tangled.

“It’s too early to get bored of you.”

His hips began a slow, upward motion from the bottom. Liv’s mind flickered into a daze.

***

Nothing got better just because it was the second time.

If anything, her body creaked with soreness and stiffness worse than the first time. It was probably because they did it at the table. In addition, the unstable position when she clung to him…

For Liv, who had only ever imagined sex as something to be done only in bed, it was a shocking experience. The sensations that altered with each position also freaked her out.

Later on, she had to accept him while standing on one leg because he was holding the other. She trembled so much as she had to endure it while standing on her toes due to the height difference between them.

Her calves and thighs were aching, causing Liv to sit down and massage herself between chores. It was a muscle ache that would heal with time, but it made the Marquis’ words echo in her head.

“I doubt I’ll be able to give you this much time to recover next time.”

He clearly said that.

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