The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 33

Si woo

"God, you feel so good," I groaned, leaning over him, biting his shoulder, and he whined, "Harder, please, I need.... " "Need what? Say it," I interrupted, slamming in, and he cried out, "You, fuck, I need you!" It was chaotic, him yelling demands through tears, me mocking him with rude comments, "That’s right, cry for my cock, so funny how you fold." But the sadness in his voice, that deep regret mixed in, made me flip him over suddenly, wanting to see his face, pulling out quickly with him gasping at the lossbthen rolling him onto his back, legs over my shoulders, sliding back in deep.

"Look at me," I demanded, and he did, eyes wet, angry, horny, all of it. I kissed him then, mouth hard on his, tongue invading like I owned him, tasting the remnants of milk and cum on his lips, and he kissed back fierce, biting my lip, "You taste like my ass gross," he snapped between kisses, making me laugh into his mouth, "Your ass, dumbass, and how do you even know how ass tastes omg."

Pulled back to kiss his neck, sucking marks there, teeth grazing, "Mine, all mine," I murmured, and he arched, "Fuck you,I’m not yours," but his hands pulled me closer, nails in my back. "Liar," I shot back, moving to his ear, licking the shell, whispering hot breath, "You want me to stop? Say it."

He shivered, moaning loudly, "No, don’t stop, please," voice cracking, tears streaming. "That’s what I thought," I said, nipping his earlobe, then back to his mouth, kissing sloppily, tongues tangling, him sucking on mine like he did my cock earlier, hands in my hair pulling hard.

We kept going like that, me fucking him gradually at first then faster, kisses moving from mouth to neck, sucking hard enough to bruise, him hissing "Ow, you vampire" to ear, blowing lightly to make him squirm, "Tickles, stop!" but laughing through it, then back to mouth, deep and possessive, our breaths mixing, bodies slapping together.

"Si-woo, I’m close," he panted against my lips, and I grinned, "Already? So Weak," thrusting harder, but damn, I was tiring out, muscles burning, sweat dripping, and I slowed, then stopped, pulling out with a groan, collapsing beside him, chest heaving. "What the hell? Don’t stop now!" he yelled, turning to punch my arm, horny rage in his eyes, body still writhing like he couldn’t sit still.

"Give me a second, fuck, I’m not a machine," I snapped back, laughing tiredly, but inside I was wondering, shit, how long was this drug gonna last? It’d been hours already, and he was still going strong, what if it didn’t wear off soon? And worse, what was he gonna do when he was back to normal, remember all this, the drugging, the forcing would he hate me for real, leave, call the cops? The thought hit hard, staring at the ceiling, heart pounding not just from the sex.

He rolled on top of me, grinding down, "Come on, finish what you started, you coward!" I pushed him off gently, "Ye-jun, chill, I need a break." But he didn’t, hands grabbing my cock, stroking rough, "No, you don’t get to tease me all night and quit!"

We kept going. He bounced on top of me while I thrust up slowly and lazily. Our kisses got messy again, open mouths, tongues everywhere. He bit my tongue hard and gasped, "Faster!"

I moved to his neck, sucking on the skin and leaving more dark marks. "You’re going to look like a leopard tomorrow," I joked. He just sobbed out, "I don’t care just fuck me."

I whispered in his ear, half-serious, "You’re going to regret this." He stopped moving for a second. Our eyes met. "I already do," he said quietly.

Still, he kept grinding, his horniness stronger than anything else.

I flipped us over so he was underneath me.

We did it missionary style now. The kisses started slow, our mouths pressed together, tongues sliding gently. He moaned softly into the kiss. I moved to his jaw, giving little nips, then down his neck. I licked the salty sweat and sucked where I could feel his pulse racing.

"Pulse going crazy for me?" I teased.

"Shut up," he gasped, breathless.

I went back to his ear, running my tongue along the lobe. "Cum for me," I whispered, because at this point I was getting tired.

His whole body arched. He came hard, spilling between our stomachs. I was too tired to finish again, so I pulled out and collapsed beside him.

"Again? You’re killing me," I whined. But he curled right into my side anyway, body still twitching with leftover need.

"Blame the drug, not me," he muttered, half-sarcastic. I pulled him close and felt warm tears land on my chest.

"When this wears off, I’m going to kill you," he whispered, voice full of anger.

I laughed weakly. "Yeah? Good luck with that, sleepyhead."

Deep down, though, I wasn’t laughing. How long would the drug last? When it finally wore off, would he punch me? Walk out and never come back?

I sighed. "Fine. One more round." My body complained arms like lead, every move slow and weak. I kissed his mouth softly. My tongue moved gently. I kissed down his neck again, sucking lightly this time, breathing warm air against his ear until he shivered.

"You’re exhausting," I complained.

He laughed through fresh tears. "Me? You’re the one who started this whole mess."

"True," I admitted. The rude edge in my voice was gone; only tired sarcasm remained.

We rocked together slowly, but I had to stop again. Too worn out. I just lay there panting, wondering how long the drug would keep him like this hours? A whole day? And when the normal Ye-jun came back, the real one with a clear head... would he forgive me? Or would he hate me so much that everything we had would break? 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

His voice broke, sad under the horniness, like he was trapped in his own body, and it killed me a little, seeing him so out of control because of what I did. "Hey, stop, seriously," I said, but he kept going, climbing back on, trying to sink down on me, "Please, it hurts, I need it." I laughed weakly, "Horny much? Fine, but slow down." But as I let him ride me, tiring even more, the worry gnawed again.