The Uninvited Guest Of The Haunted Mansion (50)

Blake’s skin was unnaturally cold for a normal person. Still, it held a faint warmth, and every time she pressed her flesh against him, Serenity felt a strange, uncanny sensation.

But the cock pressing hard between her thighs was unbearably hot. Even without daring to look down, she could tell it would overwhelm her far more than the thick, coarse fingers that had been probing her inside.

“Wh-what is this?”

“I’ve already spread enough, so it’s fine.”

“Y-Your Grace.”

Blake, who had been about to grab Serenity’s slender waist and pull her down, paused. His languid gaze fixed on her insistently in the dark.

“Earlier you called me by name so well. Now it’s back to Your Grace, is it?”

…A name?

Annoyed by the tone, Serenity forgot to gasp and fell into thought for a moment.

‘Ah.’

When the Blake from her earlier dream overlapped with the present, she had unconsciously called his name. She’d forgotten because her memory had gone blank afterward. Serenity blinked drowsily, unable to grasp the point of his question.

“Call me by name, milady.”

“That’s…”

Even with such a blunt request, her mouth wouldn’t open easily.

Come to think of it, Blake had never called her by name either. He’d always used titles: milady, you, that sort of address. It was ridiculous during their coupling, but Serenity thought that distance was appropriate.

Suddenly Serenity knit her brows slightly.

‘No, just once…’

Did she hear him call her name?

When was it?

*She was sure she remembered hearing her name in his voice, but the moment slipped *
away. She panted and pondered for a long time but couldn’t recall. She began to suspect her brain had actually melted.

Meanwhile Blake kept looking down at Serenity. His thick, sinister gaze swept over her body as if licking it clean. In reality he was only holding her pelvis, but she felt squeezed and devoured by him all over again. A prickling gooseflesh ran from the hollow of her buttocks up her spine.

“My name.”

“…“

“Won’t you say it?”

“…Bl-Blake.“

His eyes curved into a crescent at the hesitant words. It was the satisfied smile he often showed her, more like rapture than mere satisfaction, but there was no time to dissect or analyze it.

By his brutal force, Serenity’s lower body was pressed tight beneath Blake’s navel. His cock, rigid and erect, felt even more blatant than before. He hadn’t pushed inside completely, but he was mercilessly grinding against the swollen, tender flesh of her vulva.

“Ah… hh, ahng.”

Her clitoris, still hypersensitive from a recent peak, was crushed and sent another electric jolt through her. Her body slack with the aftershocks of orgasm, Serenity writhed and Blake watched her closely without letting go. When the wet, slick tip, just as drenched as her vulva, touched the entrance of her vagina, she trembled anew.

Will it go in?

Unfortunately it was Serenity’s worry alone. Blake supported her limp waist, lifted one leg, parted her flesh, and mercilessly shoved his cock inside.

“Hii, guk!”

Serenity’s eyes widened to their limit. Even the thought of losing consciousness from the ridged fingers seemed trivial compared to the overwhelming pressure that now dominated her. It felt as if her body had been pierced and her organs crushed. Unable to bear the fullness swelling in her belly, she twisted. The stimulation was far, far too much.

“Huk. Ugh…”

Her breath was choked off. Serenity tensed her lower body without meaning to. Her inner walls tightened around Blake’s cock as a natural reaction.

Blake frowned.

“You should relax your muscles.”

She had already been mashed and stretched as far as those fingers could. Even though he knew it would be difficult, he’d spread her as much as he could, but it still seemed far from enough for a cock the size of his forearm.

“It can’t be helped.”

He said it in a tone of regret.

For a moment she thought he might show some mercy, but she was mistaken. He grabbed Serenity’s waist with one hand and pushed his cock deeper into the quivering hole until its limits.

Yes, deeper.

By the time she realized that the cock she’d thought too much earlier hadn’t even been halfway in, it was too late. Thud, thud, his thrusts hammered as if lifting her organs, and Serenity arched her back, threw her head back, and her eyes rolled. She couldn’t even moan; only choking sounds escaped.

“Uk, huk, kk, heuk.”

Were those sounds that could come from a human mouth? Back when curiosity ran rampant, before she stepped into this cursed rumor, Serenity and her friends had watched adult films where the actresses uttered languid cries and bucked their hips. She wondered how that was ever possible. With your belly being pierced and your brain being kneaded, there’s no way you could form words, maybe only animalistic cries.

The reddened, chafed flesh split as the swollen glans slid all the way out and then slammed back in. Thud, thud! It sounded like something being smashed and crushed. ‘Drive’ was the perfect word for it.

“Uk, uuk!”

“It’s fine, it can go deeper.”

…This isn’t fully in yet?

Just as her consciousness began to blur, she snapped awake.

“Hh, ugh! Ahk! Ung… ugh!”

The cock that had been rifling her inner walls finally struck her cervix. Gasp, Serenity shivered, inhaling sharply. She had no strength to raise her arms; she could only clutch the sheet. With each thrust, slick fluids splattered everywhere, soaking Serenity’s lower body and Blake’s lower abdomen.

“Hold on well. Good girl.”

“Ugh, ahng, ahng!”

Leaning over, Blake whispered into Serenity’s ear. Apart from his slightly quickened breath, his voice was its usual languid tone, if anything unusually tender. He was brutally abusing her below while speaking in such a gentle, familiar way; Serenity found the contradiction unbearable.

Yet he had said she was needed by him. As proof, in the arm that held her, in the chest and the leg where she could feel blood flow, there was not some monstrous shell but firm, smooth human flesh. A little cool, and at the same time warm.

“Just a little more.”

“Haa… yes, huff!”

Blake swept the wet hair from Serenity’s face. He kissed her slack, drooling lips and tangled his tongue with hers. The metallic taste of blood no longer lingered. Serenity gasped as if about to break, instinctively swallowing the mingled saliva.

“Mm, uhh.”

Caught between the pain filling her hole and the pleasure reaching the tips of her limbs, Serenity couldn’t regain herself. She wished to faint, but each time Blake seemed to blow breath into her and hold her consciousness. Tears streamed as she laughed abruptly through their joined lips, she must have been losing her mind.

“Bl-Blake. Ah! Huhk, uh, huff!”

Under the savage fucking, Serenity’s body stiffened once more. She trembled and wailed as if electrocuted. Nerve bundles burned under the cruelly immense pleasure. Her gaped vaginal entrance fluttered and clenched, squeezing tight around the deeply driven cock.

“Kuk, it’s so tight… Serenity.”

Serenity, Serenity.

Was his voice like this?

Her slack, melted brain couldn’t function properly. The voice calling her softly was utterly strange, and at the same time familiar.

A dream.

Yes, it was the voice from the dream.

Amid the constant sparks in her head, only his voice echoed. Serenity had completely lost reason and kept repeating his name,

“Bla-…ke, Blake, huf, aa! Hup!”

“That’s right, Serenity. Haa.”

The aftershocks of orgasm hadn’t faded, and yet the relentless speed of his thrusts made her below buzz. Serenity’s jaw trembled as she cried hoarsely. A horrifically intense pleasure continued at the lower belly where his cock was sheathed.

“Huk, s-stop, haa… ugh!”

A cascade of climaxes spread through her. As Serenity toppled back, the cock buried to the hilt convulsed and spewed cum.

“Kut…”

Her inner walls squeezed and stimulated the cock as if wringing it out. Blake didn’t pull out; he thrust in a few more times and climaxed.

“Serenity.”

The woman beneath was barely conscious, eyes open but nearly fainting. Her flushed face was a chaotic mess. Yet there was nothing unsexy about her reddened eyes, the little tongue peeking out, and her parted lips.

Is it over?

Serenity looked up at Blake with unfocused eyes. The darkened hue had faded from his skin, and his eyes shone their usual bright yellow-gold. An overwhelming relief washed over her.

That was exactly as far as it went.

“Done…”

She couldn’t finish the sentence. She couldn’t tell what still filled her belly, nor did she have the strength in her lower body to discern.

Serenity let out a hoarse sound and closed her eyes. With a soft thud, something snapped, and the world faded to black.