NTFT | Volume 1.10

Thump!

“Ugh! Ah…! You…!”

Just lie down there. This bastard daringly swung his waist again.

His dick, standing firm, penetrated deep inside me like a drill. That intense feeling filled me up.

I countered by firming my buttocks, straightening my waist, and then lifting my knees to spread my legs so the joint was fully visible.

“That’s as easy as it gets, you master bastard.”

I pressed down along the length of his dick with my weight, the slippery fluids below making loud noises as it devoured his dick.

“Krugh, our pretty one, you wanted a lot of dick, huh? Krugh! Shit, ha.”

“Don’t wag your tongue, just scream.”

His dick hung precariously by the glans, as I twisted my waist and swallowed it with my pussy. The slickly wet pussy smoothly engulfed the shaft, creating a tingling pleasure.

Especially as I slowly pressed down, the pearls like bumps on his dick felt more vivid.

I slammed down on his long, hard dick back and forth like a seesaw.

“Ah! Ugh, good…!”

While it felt good to slam my hips up and down, it wasn’t bad to press the dick in by moving my waist back and forth while lowering my knees. The more I pressed his dick, the tighter below became, and my upper body glistened with sweat as if wrapped in a layer.

“Ahaaang, how is it, good? Huh? Ha.”

I swirled around below while squeezing my breasts. My breasts were soft yet felt firm due to excitement. Passionately kneading my elastic breasts, I bent my head to lick my nipples and pinched them with my fingers.

“Ha, ugh… it feels like I’m going to burst.”

I wielded his dick like a dildo, indulging my lust. He too, after watching me move my waist to my heart’s content, closed his eyes and focused on the pleasure, crinkling his forehead.

Thump,

Thump,

Thump,

“Ahuuung, more… ugh, ugh…! Ugh!”

I leaned back, placed my hands on his thighs, raised my knees, and rapidly slammed my hips up and down. The pearl-studded dick moved in and out of my pussy, and finally, climax surged down like lightning to my lower half.

“Hi-iek?!”

The tingling pleasure coursed through my body like electricity. The sensation spread through my veins, converging at the core and vibrating there.

The sluggish euphoria gushed up to my clitoris. While being filled, the stimulated bladder melted in the climax and its fluids spurted out like a fountain.

“Ha… ugh, ugh.”

The trickling stream drenched his abdomen and chest, soaking his thighs. He admired my erotic climax.

“This is a first for such a hot shower, all thanks to pretty one, experiencing a variety all around.”

He still hadn’t climaxed, showing his steadfast form.

“Ha, ugh, yes… I’m all wet below.”

My eyes were unfocused, and I felt too lethargic to even twitch a finger. I collapsed in his arms without even descending from his body.

“Oh, completely spaced out. I haven’t even been satisfied yet.”

His kiss descended to my cheek. He was still erect below, remaining inserted without pulling out.

“I don’t know… I can’t move anymore. Do whatever you want.”

“Do whatever I want? Are you sure you won’t regret that? Pretty one.”

I didn’t respond directly, leaving it unanswered.

But, that was the problem.

His stamina was monstrous, surpassing not just a human but even me.

“Ah! Please! Ugh, ugh! Ahaaang! Shit, I don’t like this…! Ughughugh!”

“How can I stop when you’re squirting like this and not even drying up?”

“Ahaaang! No!! Aaaaang!!!!”

Like wringing a wet towel, he tirelessly moved his waist, insistently making me climax.

Each time, the burst fountain didn’t think of stopping, erupting violently. The bed sheets were soaked through, and his body was drenched in sweat or whatever I had released.

There was no need for a water park.

“Ahaaang, ha, ha, ha… stop, ah, ah!”

Why was this bastard so good at moving his waist? It should have been enough just to thrust in, but he kept turning his waist as if widening inside. I gained both the strangeness and pleasure of his territory expanding inside me.

“Seems like your body is the more honest one.”

“Ah! No, I don’t…! Stop turning the…ugh! Ah!”

While groaning, I unknowingly tightened my legs around his waist. Maybe my body was indeed telling more truth than my words.

Frustrating, but should I admit it? He desired me several times, and as he tasted me, he seemed unquenched like he had just drunk salty water, becoming more greedy and desperately wanting.

“Phew… pretty one, are you tired? You look so drained.”

“Ugh, ugh…”

After screaming for so long, my throat felt scratchy and dry as if it was about to give out. All the moisture in my body had been spent below, and my mouth was dry as a desert.

“Shit, I said to ease up… ugh… ugh…”

The hunger I had endured while being pounded intensified. My body swayed, my head felt dizzy, and the skin of my starving stomach tightened even more.

All that was in my belly was his dick, as big as a forearm.

“Stop, I can’t take it anymore…”

My strength was drained. If I wasn’t going to rip out his liver and eat it, I wished he would stop pounding.

“Already? You still need to take in more dick juice, pretty one.”

He had nowhere left on my neck to bite, so he moved on to bite the tender skin inside my forearm, leaving marks. His lips lingered from beside my armpit to my ribs.

“Your skin has gotten softer. Did you know? The colors have also become prettier.”

It seemed he had no intention of letting me go.

Then I realized. There’s a clear difference between being ‘depraved’ and ‘insatiable.’

He was a man who didn’t need to count the number of times we had sex, and every moment he didn’t let go was just time spent having sex with him.

“If you’re tired, it’s okay to rest a bit. I’m fine just holding you like this inside you.”

Leaving such a dangerously sweet statement, he covered my tired eyes with his hand. His high body temperature served as a warm eye mask, bringing a sense of security.

“…Watch… if I had… only eaten your liver… if only I wasn’t hungry…”

A Gumiho.

That I, of all beings, would be worn out by sex with a mere human was humiliating.

Frustration arose, but exhaustion came first. I soon fell deep into sleep.

“I’ll find you even in your dreams. Wait for me, pretty one.”

***

The bastard I kidnapped did have some sense of decency. Thankfully, when I woke up, his dick wasn’t inside me anymore. Instead, he had nestled it between my legs and was still sleeping.

“Ugh, this guy. Weirdly obedient yet disobedient at the same time.”

I wasn’t sure if he was testing me, but strangely, in this regard, he seemed to take a step back and yield.

Draped in the scent of danger everywhere he went, what could be blowing in his mind?

Who knows.

I blew a breath on his peacefully sleeping face just because. His eyelashes fluttered under my breath, and his eyes lazily opened.

“You’re up already? You could have slept a bit more…”

Like a teddy bear, he pulled me into his embrace and hugged me tightly. His body was warm and cozy, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep.

“Ah… don’t hug me….”

“Uh, but I don’t want to… I want to hug my pretty one.”

He pouted childishly, pulling me deeper into his embrace. I reluctantly slid back under the covers and let myself be cradled in his arms. The warmth of his embrace sweetly melted the stiffness in my body.

“Foxes… are resistant to cold.”

“I really hate the cold.”

He nuzzled his chin on my head and rubbed his cheek against my hair. I just kept quiet, feeling awkward about this unexpected intimacy. Just because we mixed our bodies, does it mean affection has developed?

No, perhaps he’s being tame because he’s my provider.

After all, he promised money and liver. And I really enjoyed our night together.

Just thinking about last night sent a sharp pleasure down my spine. I almost let out a moan mixed with a yawn.

I focused my mind and wriggled a bit in his embrace. Between my legs, I felt his erection poking my thigh, announcing its presence.

Surely, he’s not thinking of going again.

Just as I was getting worried, he turned to check the time on the digital clock on the bedside shelf.

“Is it 5 o’clock already…? Time to get up, I guess.”

He then promptly swung his legs out of the bed and sat up.

“What? You’re getting up?”

As he moved away, I felt the warmth quickly fading. The air was chilly, typical of early dawn, and I could almost see my breath.

“Yeah. I need to get up if I’m to feed you.”

“…Feed me?”

It was an unexpected response. Him getting up this early to take care of my meal. Is this what they mean by ‘masters’ and ‘providers’? Typically, masters or providers don’t act without being asked. Isn’t acting on their own the default?

This guy was uniquely eager to play the master role. Refreshing, really.

“Right. I always keep my word. Money and liver. I said so, I must keep it.”

His smile was as rich as espresso. Dressed sharply in a suit after a shower, he looked every bit the part, trying hard to appear mature by slicking back his hair.

‘He’s trying to look older. Would be better if he let his hair down.’

His fashion sense was off. He just looked more expensive but not necessarily better. His earlier tousled bed-hair had a more wild and natural appeal.

Now he stood before me, looking unnecessarily solemn and industrious.

“I thought you were just a lawless thug… you’re full of surprises.”

“Hmm, I am a lawbreaker, but I don’t play cheap. Pretty one, you didn’t see me just as that?”

He tousled my hair with his large hand. I was struck again by how big his hands were. His voice, still heavy with sleep, chuckled quietly, a sound that fit well with the dawn and made me want to hear more.

But contrary to my hopes, he got up from the bed. The movement caused his erection to sway heavily, but he stretched nonchalantly as if it didn’t matter.

“Do you know you’re hard?”

“Uh? Yeah, of course. It’s my dick, how could I not know?”

“But why do you get up so primly from the bed?”

“Uh?”

“You’re hard, why aren’t you pouncing on me? Why get up all decently?”

“Um…?”