The Uninvited Guest Of The Haunted Mansion (48)

A thin moan from Serenity spread through the dark room.

A thick tongue swept up her pale nape, leaving a crimson tooth mark.

The hot blood coursing through the vein was pressed, and her breath hitched.

Serenity, without realizing it, writhed beneath Blake, gasping and twisting her body.

The thin slip, stained with dried, dark red blood, crumpled with a rustling sound.

“Wait, hng.”

It was strange.

She had thought his body was cold, but the neck his lips touched was scorching, as if burning.

She couldn’t tell whether he was hot or Serenity’s body was heating up.

All she knew was that the sensation was so unfamiliar that it made her suddenly afraid.

Even though it was a scene she’d seen many times in dreams, it still felt that way.

When his firm hand swept over Serenity’s body across the thin slip, she flinched reflexively.

A shiver ran down her spine.

“J-just a moment…”

“You gave permission. You said it would help.”

A breath gathered at her ear.

This time it was at her ear, not her neck.

He bit and chewed at her earlobe and laughed lowly.

Serenity hadn’t known her ears could react so sensitively.

How could a man know erogenous zones she’d lived her whole life unaware of so well? Even though she was clearly clothed, she felt as if everything had been stripped off and thrown naked before him.

“Why are you trembling? You’ve been pretty well-behaved for this.”

It was a mischievous voice.

Serenity thought he was clearly toying with her.

“It’s not that. Ah, yes… huff.”

“Yes, tell me.”

“Is this really, Your Excellency, ugh, helping… helping you, is it? hng?”

“I thought I explained enough. You, don’t you understand my reaction?”

In truth, it had been explained.

His voice held a strength that made her wonder if he had truly been unconscious just a moment ago.

Though his wounds were still untreated and the smell of blood rose clearly from beneath the bandages, his pressure against her felt so whole it seemed as if he could swallow her in one bite.

Did the contact somehow numb the pain?

Or did he relish this act so much that pierced flesh and wounds meant nothing to him?

Despite having given permission, Serenity felt like a sacrificial offering before a long-starved monster.

A rough, feverish hand untied the straps roughly, and the blood-soaked garment slid down limply.

Before she could shiver from the gust of a midwinter night, the rough hand grabbed her rounded breast.

“Agh.”

The white flesh was ruthlessly distorted in Blake’s darkened hand.

She could distinctly feel the whole breast being crushed against an irregular, coarse surface.

When he pressed with his fingertips, Serenity gasped and opened her eyes wide.

It felt less like foreplay or caressing and more like an instinctive act to quench a thirst.

The man crushed Serenity’s breasts into mush and grabbed her rose-colored nipples with a rough hand, twisting them.

The unfamiliar stimulation made Serenity’s waist jerk backwards.

“Hng, ah!”

“With such a cute face.”

His laugh was lecherous to the extreme.

At this moment, the man’s tender voice felt like deception.

He pressed the swollen, hardened nipple with his fingertip, and a dizzying pain like an electric shock surged through her head.

“Ah, stop, ugh.”

“Less patient than you look, are you? I haven’t even started; what are you asking me to stop for?”

“Too much, ugh!”

As if to mock Serenity, he tightened his grip again.

Serenity desperately thought it wasn’t the softness of a human touch but the hardness and rigidity of his body that was the problem, but the thought didn’t last long.

This time Blake, descending along the collarbone, bared his teeth and took the other breast into his mouth.

As his red lips bit the flesh, all her thoughts abruptly stopped.

Serenity reflexively struggled.

“Ah!”

Blake, with the same stirring motion he’d used inside the mouth, bit down hard on her breast and began to chew.

He licked in circles around the areola, then pressed the tip of his tongue with force to probe the nipple.

The rounded flesh was flattened and crushed under the weight.

Flashes of light burst before her eyes.

“Agh! Ah!”

This was strange.

It was clearly an odd occurrence.

Her body was unusually sensitive.

It felt like every dormant cell in her body was waking up and knocking loudly at her head.

Serenity’s body felt as if it no longer belonged to her.

“Makes no… ugh!”

No matter how many inexplicable dreams she’d had, it was the first time she had ever been handled by this man’s hands.

She shouldn’t be this dazed just because an untamed beast suckled her breast.

Serenity’s legs trembled from the pleasure that washed over her as if it were ready to swallow her whole.

The space between her thighs was already damp with her arousal.

Could this truly be called pleasure?

Her mouth hung open and she couldn’t close it; saliva ran down her chin in a steady stream.

“Ugh, hah, ha.”

“Courage and patience are different things. Try breathing a bit.”

“This is… strange… hic!”

“There’s a lot that’s strange. Is there still something left for you to understand?”

There’s nothing to be gained by trying to understand anything here.

He spoke calmly while crushing Serenity’s flesh with hands that were not human.

No, rather, the more Serenity’s mind grew clouded, the more lively Blake’s voice seemed.

He was different from a moment ago, when he had been barely emitting faint breaths.

Though his eyes still shone with an alien hue, the growling breaths and the heartbeats that had seemed about to burst had long since subsided.

“Your reaction satisfies me greatly.”

Hearing his low chuckle, Serenity thought.

‘Did I make the wrong choice?’

She knew there had been virtually no choice, but tormented by overwhelming pain and pleasure, that thought came to her mind first.

When the precarious tears fell with a plop, Blake gently brushed her cheek with a hand that hadn’t yet turned.

“You think too much. Even now you’re turning your head over things until the very moment you give your body. You gave permission before, didn’t you?”

“Hng… ah… yes, ahut.”

“It’s fine. I’ll make you stop thinking.”

His hand, insistently crushing her breast, slowly traveled down her abdomen.

She only briefly exhaled at the thought of being freed from unbearable pleasure, then tilted her head back and froze.

“Hng!”

A rough, thick hand plunged between her slick legs and found and tugged her clitoris.

Her leg in the air convulsed violently.

It was a black, ominous hand sheathed in a blunt, irregular crust, hard to call it a thorn or a spike.

Just the touch sent a dazzling surge of stimulation.

The tingling sensation shooting to the crown of her head made Serenity tremble in her jaw, not knowing what to do.

“Ugh, hic.”

“See? You have no time to think now. I thought you’d like that.”

Even seeing Serenity half-fainting, the man was busy laughing.

This time he slipped his fingers around her clitoris, pressed, and began to twist it in circles.

Though called fingers, from Serenity’s perspective it was as if her blood-engorged clitoris were being crushed against a coarse grit.

Serenity could no longer say anything and, tilting her head back, only swallowed whimpering sounds.

Tears and saliva dripped steadily down her face.

‘It feels like I’ll die.’

If one could lose their mind to pleasure, this must be it.

The man’s words were right.

She couldn’t think of anything.

Alongside the dizzying feeling of nearly losing her mind, an inexplicable thirst rose within her.

The deep flesh, still untouched by his hands, pulsed with hungry tightening again and again.

Blake rubbed her clitoris as if taking full pleasure in her, swept away the wet folds, and tapped them.

Each time, Serenity’s body leaped as if in a seizure.

Blake pressed down and held Serenity’s flailing hand firmly, pinning it to the bed sheet.

With even her hands restrained, she was truly at play within his embrace.

She could only lift her hips slightly and squirm, but the more she did, the more the stimulation to her intimate parts increased.

When Blake gently scraped down her clitoris with his fingertip, Serenity emitted a near-scream moan.

“Hng, ahk!”

“The sheets are already soaked. Can the cows hear?”

“S-save me. Ugh. Hng. Hah…”

“Oh dear, young lady. Why say such things again?”

He sweetly whispered as he wiped up the wetness flowing from her damp white buttocks.

“I wouldn’t kill you, would I? I told you I need you.”

That was likely true.

Though she couldn’t see Blake’s face, she could tell he was enjoying this situation more actively than she’d ever seen him.

In other words, compared to the times he’d simply touched hands in Serenity’s room or kissed within the strange phenomenon in the painting, he had truly been very restrained.

“It will get better.”

Blake, groping as if ravaging her lower parts, whispered tenderly.

Before she could feel soothed, his touch grew rougher.

He parted the wet folds, widened the narrow gap, and thrust a firm, rough finger deep inside.

“Huit!”

Serenity, penetrated, widened her eyes and arched her hips back.