The Uninvited Guest Of The Haunted Mansion (49)

This can’t be.

She thought it was impossible.

She had never had sex before, but she knew this was wrong. Even though she was already soaked and wetting herself, the rough-surfaced finger pressed and suffocated her, stimulating the inner walls everywhere.

Serenity thrashed at the strange, frightening sensation. But with her wrists held she could only barely lift her hips. The harder she tried, the more the finger inside kept plunging into the inner walls.

“Hic… Huhk! Ah!”

“It’s already tight, stop moving so much.”

“Huh, huph, ple, please stop.”

“I’m not doing anything. Aren’t you the one moving, young lady?”

A laugh poured down from above again. It was true. He had only inserted a single finger. It was this intense even without thrusting; it couldn’t be only because Serenity was more sensitive.

She felt a chill of fear. It felt like having a weapon shoved inside her body.

Contrary to Serenity’s will, the highly aroused inner walls swelled and tightened, gripping and biting the intruding finger. Blake frowned slightly.

“It’s too tight.”

Your hand isn’t normal.

She wanted to say that, but all that escaped her mouth were choking breaths. The thick, coarse finger joints bent sharply inside. Serenity rolled her eyes back and let out a scream-like cry.

“Guhk!”

“Don’t cry, it makes me upset.”

It’s because of you.

Involuntary tears fell, regardless of her will. Whether from the strange pleasure hammering at her head or from the tears, her vision swam and she couldn’t see clearly. Even though her juices had soaked the sheets, it was a narrow, rough hole. She had never even thought of putting anything in there before, so it was all the worse.

Then Blake began to move his fingers slowly. The rough surface of his thick finger scraped and battered the inside as if raking it. Squelch, squelch, an explicit wet sound rang in Serenity’s ears.

She couldn’t believe such sounds were coming from her own body.

“Ha, ugh… Ah!”

What was stranger was that behind the alien sensation a pleasure unlike anything before was surging. Unless she had been drugged, her body should not have reacted like this. Unable to even close her eyes, in a stark white haze she emitted a beastly moan.

Every time the deeply buried hand prodded her vagina, fluids splashed about. For a moment, the spot being stimulated sent Serenity’s body rigid and her jaw trembled. Then Blake obsessively targeted the spot she reacted to over and over.

“Hugh… Ahhuhk. Ah, eung! G-go, gentler. Ah!”

She felt like she was going mad. Along with the cold sensation her brain seemed to melt and become limp. Water ran from her eye sockets and mouth. Her green eyes were completely unfocused, as if she might fall backward at any moment.

“D-di, die. Huh, ah… Ah! Yes!”

Blake, who had been relentlessly stirring below Serenity, released the hand that had bound her arms and wiped her damp face. It was an oddly gentle touch.

“Is it hard? Can’t you do it?”

To be honest, she thought she couldn’t take much more. She was terrified that her brain might be kneaded into idiocy.

But the moment she opened her eyes and met his face, Serenity couldn’t form any word of refusal. The menacingly wavering red in his eyes settled back into place. With a pale yellow gaze that had slowly driven off the red, he looked at Serenity.

Serenity swayed for a long moment, then slowly shook her head, her face a mess of sweat and saliva.

“Huu, don’t… huff, stop.”

Blake’s expression shifted subtly.

“Begging with a crying face, are you.”

“E-even so… haa.”

Serenity raised a trembling hand and stroked Blake’s chest. Even in the dark she could see the marks of the change that had reached his jaw slowly settling down below his neck. It was absurd, but contact with Serenity was restoring Blake to his original state.

“You said you’d ge-get better…”

So this was something both for Blake and for Serenity herself. It seemed like an unbearably harsh price to pay.

Blake said nothing. Serenity did not know that his expression had folded slightly, or that he had opened his mouth to say something but then shut it.

“…W-what?“

In the dark she could see only his pupils clearly; she couldn’t muster the courage to look at anything else. She thought he was a man without much expression beyond a smiling face.

“Alright, then endure it. The young lady allowed this, after all.”

The hand that had stopped began to move again. The slowly moving hand picked up speed. He shoved the finger deep as if he could hit the cervix with just his fingers, pressing hard from the inside. He forced his middle finger into a hole that was already tight with only one finger and then roughly thrust it upward.

“Argh! Huhk, ah… ugh! Wait, it feels like it’s tearing…! Yes!”

“I’m trying to widen it so it won’t tear. Good girl.”

“Ju-just a little more, pheh…!”

“It’s been less than a minute since I told you to endure. Don’t worry, I told you I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Was that exchange perhaps the last chance?

A brief doubt passed through her, but it didn’t last long.

There had been no exaggeration in his claim that he could make one unable to think. Her lower parts were so tight she thought she’d die, and the plunging sensation made her eyes pop. Each time he slickly thrust the hand buried in her genitals, her pelvis lifted limply.

At the same time Blake raised his thumb and pressed hard on Serenity’s clitoris. The sharp, electric pleasure surging from both the vaginal walls and the clitoris flipped her vision. With flailing hands, Serenity clutched desperately at Blake’s shoulder. Eventually a howl like an animal’s, neither pleading nor a scream, tore from her.

“Huhk, ugh. Ugh…”

Soon Serenity’s body went rigid. Her legs, raised in the air, trembled and her toes curled. At the same time the hole that had been stretched to its limit contracted and clamped down hard on his fingers.

Even as Serenity convulsed in climax, Blake did not stop. Instead he bent his finger joints to pry open the narrowed gap and pressed hard, stimulating her. Serenity’s body, already unfocused, twitched like someone being shocked.

After what felt like dozens of seconds, her strength suddenly drained. Her raised legs dropped and her thighs fell open and slack.

When he withdrew his fingers, the emptied vaginal opening quivered and the pooled juices trickled down.

“Even after widening it like this, it’s still far too tight.”

“Ugh…”

“First times are always like this…”

Blake murmured softly in a tone that could have been either a sigh or admiration. Then he looked at Serenity, who was panting beneath him, as if she were adorable.

Her golden hair plastered to her skin, white face flushed scarlet up to her forehead, green eyes half-lidded and wavering, a slender naked body mottled with marks, and a chest rising and falling; Serenity would never, even if she died, know what a sight she made.

Blake ripped off his blood-streaked shirt. Dark red blood oozed from the bandaged arm, but he acted as if it didn’t matter. In fact, if not for the assimilating phenomenon he was somewhat used to this kind of pain. Or perhaps the arousal acted as an anesthetic.

It was fortunate that Serenity thought of him as human and felt pity as if wounded by his pain. This twisted world was one where even a young trainee maid could have her skin torn off and made into a book and still have the composure to chatter.

“Ha… ugh…”

Serenity barely moved her body. Her strength had drained, yet her splayed thighs continued to tremble with convulsions. Blood had gathered in the gaping hole below and throbbed. She didn’t even know what that sensation was.

‘Is it over now.’

She had that absurd thought with a dizzy head. But the moment Blake grabbed Serenity’s hips and pulled downward, she realized something was wrong. More than that the finger that had been savagely raking her opening had returned to something near human, she felt a piece of flesh, so enormous compared to the genitals that had been crushed moments ago, press up directly in front of them.