Chapter 34 | 0034 Primitive and Savage Erotica (Harold, Slightly H)

The cold hands moved and pressed on Wu Xian's body, like a heavy stone pressing down on her.

Is it...is it Master? Master spanked Wu Xian's bottom, and now he's comforting her. This is how it goes before bedtime.

Is that so?

"..." She said something, but it was unclear; it wasn't from her mouth, but from her nose, a muffled whimper like a puppy. She buried her head in the pillow; only the puppy itself knew what it meant.

She should be expressing happiness, Wu Xian thought. How could she not be happy being touched by her master?

The master pressed down on either side of her spinal protuberance with two fingers, like two heavy commas holding her down, and then a hard object seemed to embed itself into her flesh, though "embedded" wouldn't be an accurate description...

Its tip was sharp and then widened, becoming slightly hard, rubbing against and sinking into the flesh a little, but only a little. This action was more like… Wu Qian pondered for a moment.

It was...it was...it was a bite, she found the right word.

It didn't bite through the back of the neck and cause bleeding, but the pain was still considerable.

It was teeth, Wu Qian knew. Ever since the word "bite" appeared, everything became clear.

She couldn't explain why, but she just knew, like a sixth sense hidden in her soul. Before her mind could even process it, she let out an "Ah!" of sudden realization.

It seemed she was so familiar with this interaction that she was able to react before her rationality even returned.

The master pressed harder, squeezing the most vulnerable bone in the human body. Out of physiological defense, Wu Qian clenched her fists, but she quickly relaxed again—the master would not hurt her.

Even in the most outrageous games, caution is hidden beneath the owner's nonchalant attitude; he cares most about his puppy.

Her owner roughly spanked her bottom before bed, leaving finger marks, and now he wants to bite her. What an awful owner!

Ah, rudeness... Whose prerogative is rudeness? She was a little confused; how could there be other masters?

“Cloud.” The master’s voice was deep, like a wild beast panting behind her. He bit her neck, at the base of her neck, and then licked and sucked it with his rough tongue.

A small piece, constantly sucking, licking, and biting, the tongue rubbing against it causes itching and pain.

The master was cold, but Wu Xian was burning hot. The breath and saliva left on her body were warmed by her temperature, making the sucking and biting sticky and lingering.

He would prick her once, then wipe away the mark with his tongue, slowly moving down her spine. Wu Xian curled up and arched her back to cooperate, allowing her master to continue marking her body.

The soft flesh was pushed forward, and the master's tongue was so powerful, licking the non-existent wound like a wild beast feeding. An unusual sensation climbed up her spine to her tailbone, and the aching pain from the master's teeth rubbing against her bones through the flesh made her grind her teeth involuntarily.

He pressed down on Wu Xian like a lion pinning its prey, one hand gripping her neck while the other held her waist—a pose often seen in animal feeding videos, brimming with primal and savage eroticism.

I'm going to be eaten, Master, I'm going to be eaten by Master.

Wu Xian ground her teeth, trembling with joy, imagining herself as a delicious piece of meat.

The master roughly shoved his hand into her mouth. Wu Xian's teeth could not close, and saliva and tears dripped down the master's fingers.

Her master did not ask her to respond, but Wuxian had already begun to wag her tail and fawn over him.

She arched her back spontaneously, her breasts pressed beneath her body, her tender nipples rubbing against the sheets, while her buttocks were already raised, rubbing against her owner's body.

Abdominal muscles and an already erect penis.

She had leaked a lot of water, which was now all over her owner's body. Just like a puppy rubbing against a wall, Wu Qian wanted to leave her mark on her owner's body.

He usually tolerates Wu Xian's occasional misbehavior, even if his master looks fierce.

—Wu Xian was pinned down and couldn't see her master's face, but she knew he looked fierce, tough... and very, very bad.

He's a bad man, a "lowlife." Who said that? It seems to be Ms. Wu, or Pei Wenbo. Anyway, they like to use such high-class adjectives to describe ordinary men on the street. If they met their master, they would definitely say the same thing.

The master is completely indifferent to the hypocritical formalities of human society, but it is precisely because of this that he is able to resonate with the eccentric wandering crow.

Her mind was hazy and she couldn't find the right words, only remembering that her master had said, "Cloud, you should belong to me."

Wu Xian liked it; she liked it very much.