Wine and Poison Chapter 28 - Secret

Squelch, slurp. Squelch squelch—

 

He sucked hard as if he were going to tear the bottom apart. He thrust his tongue into the entrance that his fingers had already touched. 

 

With his soft, plump tongue he steadily widened the slick, dripping hole that kept leaking love juices without pause.

 

He shoved his tongue deep into the opening that was gradually loosening under his persistent assault.

 

“Nn, ngh… L-Langsion, stop, I told you to stop…!”

 

Squelch, squelch, squish—

 

With both arms wrapped tightly around her legs to hold them open, Langsion began to piston his tongue in and out. Scylla’s hips jerked and twitched violently.

 

“It’s weird, it’s weird! I said stop!”

 

“That’s how it normally feels. Weird is normal.”

 

Murmuring softly, Langsion rubbed her clit with his fingers.

 

Women with a lot of sexual experience usually have a fairly developed and larger clitoris, but Scylla’s was small—like a chickpea. 

 

Truly adorable.

 

Inside, Langsion smiled to himself and pampered that tiny yet lewd little bud of hers. 

 

Relentlessly—never once lifting his hand—he rubbed it quickly left and right, traced circles, then pressed down hard and flicked it.

 

“Ah, aah, aaah, aahk!”

 

Like water surging and overflowing, pleasure rushed through her in an instant. 

 

Scylla threw her head back and convulsed, limbs trembling uncontrollably.

 

Splat— 

 

The gush of her fluids splashed across Langsion’s face.

 

He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked up the sweet essence of her climax that she had just released. 

 

It was filthy and incredibly sweet.

 

Watching a human who didn’t even know how to obtain pleasure reach orgasm under his hands and tongue brought a deep mental thrill.

 

Even though she hadn’t touched him, his cock had hardened painfully inside his pants.

 

‘Haa…’

 

Letting out a hot sigh, Langsion stood up and wiped his face with one hand.

 

Scylla stared blankly at his wet face, even though it hadn’t rained, then seemed to realize what had happened, and her mouth fell open. Her lips quivered.

 

“I told you… not to do it…”

 

Langsion gazed down at her flushed red face with dark, predatory eyes, licking her with his stare.

 

What had started as a slight impulse had now gone this far—and now he truly could no longer hold back.

 

Not even his father, the king of the gods, Zeus himself, would be able to stop him now.

 

Langsion looked down at her face and slowly, leisurely undid the front of his pants.

 

Scylla, unable to keep staring at his face still glistening heavily with her own fluids, abruptly tore her gaze away—only for her eyes to drop lower. 

 

They widened into perfect circles.

 

“What… is that?”

 

“What do you mean, ‘what is that’?” 

 

Langsion asked with a soft chuckle. 

 

“Are you seriously asking because you don’t know?”

 

“…”

 

“Master, you do know how sexual intercourse between a man and a woman works, right?”

 

“I know. You… put each other’s genitals…”

 

She trailed off, voice fading. Langsion smoothly finished for her.

 

“…inside. You, into Master’s nicely loosened…”

 

His fingertips glided gently, tracing over her entrance.

 

“…right here.”

 

“But there’s no way it’ll fit.”

 

With this?

 

Langsion glanced down at himself and thought wryly. 

 

Right now, his size was fairly average—nothing extraordinary. His true form was easily twice this large.

 

Maybe it was fortunate he was in this body. If he weren’t, the already terrified Scylla would probably have bolted.

 

“It will fit,” he said calmly. 

 

“I made sure to prepare you properly so it would.”

 

Scylla still shook her head. 

 

Unfortunately, her trust in him had taken quite a severe hit by this point.

 

Feeling a pang of genuine regret, Langsion silently resolved: starting tomorrow, he would work on rebuilding her trust.

 

Tomorrow. Definitely not right now.

 

As she instinctively tried to close her legs out of primal fear, Langsion caught her ankles and spread her thighs wide apart again.

 

“Wait—wait, don’t do it yet…!”

 

“‘Yet’?”

 

Langsion’s lips curved. 

 

“That’s a relief. So it’s not that you don’t want to.”

 

“Then why do you keep moving?!”

 

“Fear only grows the longer you hesitate, Master.”

 

He murmured the words languidly, almost sweetly, then aligned the head of his cock with her entrance and pressed forward steadily.

 

The slightly gaping hole opened wider and swallowed him in.

 

“Aah!”

 

A short, sharp moan burst from Scylla’s parted lips.

 

Deep creases formed on Langsion’s forehead.

 

So tight.

 

“Ah, it hurts… Is—is this right? Is this how it’s supposed to be?”

 

“Yes… It’s right, Master.” 

 

His voice was low, soothing. 

 

“Just bear with it a little longer. Soon you’ll start feeling good again… like you did earlier.”

 

Habitually licking his lips, Langsion pushed his cock deeper into the hole that his mouth had sucked and his fingers had already stretched open.

 

The glans slipped in smoothly, almost as if being pulled inside, but from the middle of the shaft onward, it felt like something was blocking the way.

 

Clicking his tongue in mild frustration, he slowly rolled his hips, gradually carving out more space inch by inch.

 

Scylla’s pained expression came into view.

 

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to one of her large breasts; with one hand, he rolled her pink nipple between his fingers, and with the other, he circled her slick, swollen clit.

 

When he finally gave one firm thrust of his hips, Scylla’s mouth fell open with a sharp gasp.

 

“Ah!”

 

“Haa… Good job, Master.” 

 

His voice was low and warm. 

 

“It’s all the way in now—root and all. You swallowed every last bit of me so perfectly…”

 

Her golden eyes, glistening with moisture, looked up at him.

 

For a fleeting moment, those gentle golden pupils seemed to cling to him—whether in regret, resentment, or sheer embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

 

Langsion stared down at her face intently.

 

An invisible hand seemed to twist inside his gut; a dull, aching heat spread through his abdomen.

 

“Y-your… your thing, it—it feels even bigger now…?”

 

Scylla stammered in shock. Langsion gave a small, almost shy flinch, then smiled softly.

 

“That’s because Master’s insides feel so incredibly good.”

 

Scylla snapped her mouth shut again.

 

The way her face scrunched up in clear discomfort at his dirty talk was, in its own way, strangely arousing.

 

When Langsion caught both of her wrists in one large hand, Scylla blinked up at him anxiously.

 

“What are you going to do…?”

 

“Since Master has taken all of me so beautifully… now I have to move.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Did you think putting it in was the end of it?” He chuckled. “How innocent you are, Master.”

 

“W-wait—don’t move yet—aaahk!”

 

He pulled his hips back and then slammed them forward.

 

The sudden impact jerked Scylla’s chin upward toward the ceiling.

 

Still pinning her wrists, Langsion began to thrust hard enough to make her large breasts bounce wildly.

 

“Nn, ah, aah—wait—too—too fast—hngh!”

 

“Haa… It’s okay, master. Ngh, you’ll feel good soon.”

 

“I-I can’t believe—nnh, hngh!”

 

Langsion lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth. He nibbled gently at first, then sucked hard.

 

All the while, his hips continued their fierce, relentless pistoning below.

 

Squelch, squelch—

 

In that instant, Scylla felt an unbearable tickle blooming deep inside her lower body.

 

From the exact spot where Langsion was slamming in over and over, a strange, slippery sensation began to creep upward—similar to when he had rubbed and tongued that place she was too embarrassed to even name, but far more intense.

 

“Ah, ah—wait. Something’s—something’s wrong. Ah! Langsion, wait—!”

 

Langsion, catching her reaction with almost supernatural sharpness, narrowed his eyes.

 

He completely ignored her pleading and kept driving into her with steady, punishing rhythm. Then he reached down toward her adorably swollen clit.

 

His index finger pressed firmly down on it as he slammed his hips forward with full force.

 

In Scylla’s eyes, he saw stars bursting into life.

 

Her lips fell open in dazed abandon, her face flushed a deep crimson from the overwhelming, never-before-felt pleasure—and something inside Langsion caught fire.

 

At that moment, the inside of her clenched violently, trying to push him out.

 

Langsion gritted his teeth and powered through her resistance with a hard thrust of his hips.

 

In the same instant, his hand clamped down on one of her breasts.

 

Her increasingly short, staccato moans suddenly transformed into unmistakable cries of ecstasy.

 

“Nn, ah, aaah—haak!”

 

Scylla’s limbs trembled violently, her eyes rolling almost completely back.

 

“Ah…”

 

Langsion’s cock twitched wildly inside her and began to spurt.

 

He hadn’t intended to come at all.

 

Clicking his tongue in faint disbelief, he looked down at her through slitted eyes.

 

“What the hell, Master?”

 

“…”

 

“You made me cum.”

 

This wasn’t a joke.

 

He genuinely hadn’t expected to lose control like this—not with someone so much older.

 

Scylla, still reeling from an orgasm so long and violent that her eyes had nearly rolled back into her head, could barely even register what he was saying.