Chapter 183: She’s like torture
Eren’s eyes blazed with a fierce, primal fire as Jade nodded, granting him permission. He released her hips and moved towards one of the thick, iron chains that hung suspended from the ceiling. His gaze swept over the various links, choosing one that dangled just at the right height, directly in front of the smooth, cool wall.
He grabbed the chain, his powerful hands closing around the cold metal. He pulled, testing its strength, then wrapped his arms around it, positioning his body. He leaned back against the wall, using the chain for support, anchoring himself. His dick, thick and hard, jutted forward, throbbing with anticipation.
Jade watched him, her eyes wide, a curious mixture of apprehension and hungry anticipation in their depths. She understood the unspoken command, the shift in their dynamic. She turned, bending once more over the stone bench, her ass raised, glistening and inviting.
Eren moved closer, his gaze fixed on her tight, waiting ass. He leaned in, his breath warm against her sensitive skin. Then, slowly, deliberately, he extended his tongue. He began to lick, sweeping his tongue over her perineum, then upwards, tracing the delicate, firm line of her ass crack. He coated the entrance to her ass with his saliva, making it wet and slick, preparing her for his invasion.
"Mmm... ohh..." Jade moaned, a low, shaky sound that vibrated from her core. Her hands, gripping the edge of the bench, tightened, her knuckles white. Her hips instinctively shifted, a subtle undulation that pressed her ass closer to his face.
He pulled back, his dick, thick and engorged, nudging against her slick entrance. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, then pushed forward, slowly, deliberately.
A sharp gasp escaped Jade’s lips as the blunt head of his dick nudged against her tight opening. He felt the firm resistance, the delicate stretch of her muscles. He eased forward, inch by agonizing inch, applying gentle, persistent pressure.
"AHHH! Oh, God... Eren..." she cried out, her voice a sharp gasp, laced with a raw mix of pain and profound pleasure. She pushed back against him, trying to take him deeper, wanting to accommodate him fully.
He continued his slow, careful insertion, feeling her tight embrace. It was a profound, almost overwhelming sensation. He could feel every delicate fold, every inch of her stretching around him. He paused, buried halfway, letting her body adjust to the invasion, letting the profound fullness sink in. His body was braced against the chain, allowing him to exert immense, controlled pressure.
"So tight... so warm... you’re mine," he growled, his voice rough, possessive.