My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 112

He finally released her bre*sts, having sucked, licked, and teased them until her panties were completely soaked from the fluids that had spilled out.

After holding her trembling waist, which had arched repeatedly in response to the sensations, he tugged off her bottoms, revealing her wet, swollen folds between her legs. He smiled like a boy who had just opened a box to find the exact gift he had wanted.

“I’m glad you enjoyed this so much just from your bre*sts, Your Majesty.”

He slid his hand between her legs, running his fingers over her slick s*x. His eyes glimmered in delight as he looked at his now glistening palm, and then he brought it to his mouth, licking off every drop of her liquid before finally unbuckling his pants and revealing his member.

His member was rock hard, fully engorged, as if it had been on the verge of bursting even without any real stimulation.

Regina thought, at last, he was going to stop tormenting her bre*sts and finally puts himself inside her. But instead, he pressed his throbbing shaft between her bre*sts, rubbing it along her cleavage.

Since her n*pples had been forcibly tied together, her bre*sts were squished tightly against each other with no space between them. As he nestled the blunt tip into the deep valley between her bre*sts, his breath came out in excited gasps.

“Did Bliss and Lennon do this too?”

“What…?”

“Did those bastards use Your Majesty n*pples like this too?”

His crude words left her utterly frozen. The fact that he referred to Bliss and Lennon as ‘those bastards’ was shocking enough, but the vulgarity that followed was even more stunning.

“What did you just say…?”

“You liked it when I played with and sucked on them, didn’t you? So what else could they be but p*ssy, huh?”

Darien punished her for questioning him by sharply twisting both of her n*pples. The sensation made her thighs tremble uncontrollably, and she squirted clear liquid onto the sheets as if her cl*t had been twisted instead.

“Haa…!”

“See? You’re cumming just from me playing with your cl*t, aren’t you? And since a cl*t belongs to a p*ssy, these are your p*ssy t*ts, right? Do you get it now?”

The sheer absurdity of his twisted logic made her feel like she was losing her mind, but the skillful way he teased her n*pples left her unable to protest.

“Ha-ugh… uh… ah, huugh …”

“Haa, I’m going to f*ck your ‘p*ssy t*ts’ now, but it looks like it’s not wet enough. If I go in like this, it’ll hurt.”

He slipped his hand between her bre*sts to check. Then he looked at her with an almost sympathetic expression.

“You don’t want it to hurt, do you, Your Majesty?”

Regina desperately nodded, hoping it would make him stop this bizarre act. Instead, his smile widened. She had an ominous feeling

“Just as I thought. So I prepared it. ”

With a wave of his hand, he summoned a bottle out of thin air. Popping the cap, he took a swig of the liquid inside, then leaned down to press his lips against hers. She struggled to keep her mouth closed, but he expertly coaxed the liquid into her mouth with his tongue, forcing her to swallow every last drop before he finally pulled away.

She coughed and demanded Darien after being forced to swallow the unidentifiable liquid.

“What the hell…did you make me drink?”

“The p*ssy needs to be wet down there so it won’t hurt when I put my c*ck in, right? So…”

His words trailing off as he grabbed her bre*sts firmly.

Just as she let out an involuntary moan, something warm and white began to trickle from her now swollen n*pples. She had never been pregnant before, but she knew exactly what the liquid was. Horrified, she stared at him in disbelief.

“It’s only temporary, don’t worry.”

No matter what he said, she couldn’t just brush off the fact that she was now leaking milk.

Stunned, she watched as he massaged her bre*sts, spreading the milky fluid all over her cleavage. More of the liquid dripped from her body and soaked into the bed beneath her, until her bre*sts were slick with it. Only then did he seem satisfied.

“Now that you’re nice and wet, it won’t hurt when I f*ck you.”

He gripped both of her bre*sts tight and slowly thrust it into her cleavage.

She trembled uncontrollably at the sensation of his thick, rigid shaft sliding between her tightly pressed bre*sts. It should have felt unpleasant—there should have been no pleasure in it—but her core throbbed, and her lower abdomen fluttered.

She could feel the way her untouched s*x twitched in response. Every detail of the grotesque, veiny flesh moving between her bre*sts became vividly clear, and even the dull, heavy pulses from the sheer size of him throbbed against her skin.

“Huu….”

Instead of discomfort, the heightened sensitivity in her bre*sts, amplified by the ointment, made the sensation of his flesh rubbing against her strangely pleasant. A warmth spread through her waist, an unexpected spark of pleasure rising, as though her bre*sts existed solely to envelop him.

When he thrust himself completely between her bre*sts, he exhaled a breath of ecstasy and began moving his hips. The hefty shaft plunged and dragged between her bre*sts, the head nearly grazing her chin before disappearing back into her cleavage.

With each powerful thrust, the milk that had been spread on her chest splattered everywhere. The obscene squelching sounds echoed from her chest as his rigid length rubbed against her milk-slick skin.

“Hu… Hu-uht… uuhng…”

“You’re enjoying having your ‘p*ssy t*ts’ fucked, aren’t you, Your Majesty?”

“Ah… huu… ngh…”

“Look at how you keep dripping like this, ha, you must love it,”

He pulled the now slick, sensitive n*pples with a firm tug. She arched her back, lost in the overwhelming sensations.

“Huht, go, good…!”

“Of course. It feels good when your p*ssy t*ts is filled with c*ck?”

He said repeatedly as if trying to ingrain the idea in her mind, all while continuing to thrust aggressively into the tight space of her cleavage.

Milk splattered onto her face, even her eyelashes becoming coated, making it hard for her to see clearly. Yet despite the blurry vision, she felt every forceful thrust of his member between her bre*sts, and the sensation sent a surge of arousal through her, causing her to gush from below.

As she panted, teetering on the edge of climax, he issued his next command.