The System Keeps Making Me Do Indecent Missions [BL, R18]

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Relentless Desire (2) R18

Dominic clamped one hand tightly around his waist, while the other reached around to the front, seizing Lucien’s chin and forcing his face up. His fingers caressed the swollen, bruised lips from which a clear string of saliva was unconsciously trickling down. He leaned in close, gently licking that stream of liquid from the chin up to the corner of Lucien’s mouth, before driving in with another forceful thrust.

"How old are you exactly? How could you be so ’hungry’ that you are literally drooling like this?"

"Does my fucking make you feel that incredibly good?"

"Do you want it to feel even better? Move on your own, grind your hips back into me."

As if hypnotized, Lucien genuinely tried to arch his body, his hips pushing back weakly to catch every single one of Dominic’s thrusts. But utterly exhausted and drained of all strength, he only managed to grind a few times before his entire body melted into a limp puddle, helplessly leaving Dominic to do whatever Dominic pleased.

He was pounded so relentlessly that his lower half had already erupted twice, the thin, watery semen splashing all over his stomach and the bedsheets, with a few droplets even flying all the way up to his chin. And yet, his manhood remained rigidly stiff, the flushed, red tip ceaselessly oozing a crystal-clear liquid, looking as though it had completely lost all sense of control.

"No... no more... please spare me... I cannot cum anymore... hic..." Lucien wept silently, his voice distorting heavily with every brutal thrust. He lifted a feeble hand, attempting to cover his numb, overstimulated crotch, but Dominic was much faster, snatching his wrist and pinning it securely behind his back.

"Who said you were allowed to stop?"

Dominic hauled him up, pressing Lucien’s back firmly against his own solid, muscular chest, his shaft still deeply buried inside, and commenced a brand new cycle of relentless plunging. This angle caused the head of his cock to mercilessly scrape against the most agonizingly sensitive spot inside Lucien with every single in-and-out motion, pushing Lucien to the point where he practically convulsed, his eyes rolling back, his tongue hanging out, and drool cascading down his chin in streams, dripping steadily onto the thoroughly crumpled bedsheets.

Dominic used one hand to secure both of Lucien’s wrists crossed behind his back, while his free arm wrapped around the front, teasing and tormenting the nipple that he had already played with until it was puffy and swollen.

His fingers lightly pinched the already inflamed peak of the youth’s chest, then trailed downward to the lower abdomen, where the distinct outline of his own rigid member could be visibly seen shifting back and forth inside that frail, slender body. He pressed down lightly, and Lucien instantly let out a mewling moan like a stricken kitten, his entire body shuddering uncontrollably, and his back passage clenching so frantically tight that Dominic almost reached his own climax right then and there.

"Shooting again, I see, this makes the third time." He chuckled softly, his tone dripping with a maliciously indulgent affection.

Just as he had declared, Lucien’s throbbing length erupted yet again, but this time, it was almost entirely clear fluid spilling out rather than any thick semen; it did not even shoot in streams, but simply leaked profusely, utterly drenching both the youth’s lower belly and the man’s hand.

"You have milked yourself dry until nothing but water comes out, yet your bottom is still biting down on me just as tightly as ever."

Lucien had completely and utterly lost his mind. His head slumped heavily backward to rest against Dominic’s shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut, his eyelashes wet with tears, and his lips still absentmindedly leaking saliva, his entire face drenched in tears and painted with flush, pink streaks born of sheer, overwhelming pleasure. He babbled meaningless, incoherent sounds, lacking even the strength left to beg, entirely at the mercy of the man who scooped up his thighs, spreading his legs wide open like one might carry a child, pacing around the room while continuously thrusting in and out.

Every step Dominic took drove his rigid length just a little bit deeper from a brand new, agonizing angle. Lucien was left suspended in mid-air against Dominic’s body, his legs splayed wide to either side, utterly unable to close them even a fraction of an inch. His inner thighs trembled violently, as droplets of semen and the mixed bodily fluids from the point of their joining dripped endlessly onto the floor, leaving behind a long, mottled trail of wetness.

"Your stamina training has been incredibly poor lately, just a few rounds and your limbs are already falling apart."

Lucien truly wanted to scream out loud that his stamina had always been this pathetically weak from the very beginning! The fact that this broken, battered body had not yet perished under such an extreme frequency of vigorous sex was already a sheer stroke of luck!

Naturally, Dominic knew absolutely nothing of this. Speaking as he moved, the man walked over to the desk in the room and laid Lucien flat on his back atop the cold, hard surface. He still did not withdraw, simply standing between the youth’s legs, bracing both hands on the table, and gazing down at the naked, exposed body beneath him, thoroughly littered with blooming hickeys and vivid red marks.

"But I am still not finished yet, do you plan on leaving me hanging like this?"

Hearing this, Lucien could only shake his head with feeble weakness as tears welled up and spilled over once again. He no longer possessed the energy to utter a "yes" or a "no", and even the simple act of drawing his legs together was an impossible feat. His legs simply trembled, spread wide to either side like a marionette with its strings cut. Seeing Lucien’s ravaged, ruined expression yet still obediently keeping his body open to receive him, Dominic leaned down to press a light kiss to Lucien’s forehead, a kiss that was unexpectedly, breathtakingly tender.

"Be good, I will let you rest for a little while."

He whispered softly, yet simultaneously initiated a brand new rhythm of thrusting, slower, but significantly deeper and harder, as if he wanted to carve the very shape of his existence deeply into the core of the youth’s body. As for Lucien, drowning beneath waves of pleasure that had morphed into a sweet, agonizing torment, he genuinely drifted into unconsciousness only to be jolted awake again, merely capable of keeping his mouth parted and drooling, abandoning himself entirely to let that man continue ruthlessly playing with his thoroughly shattered body.

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