Chapter 033 | 0033 Being brought to orgasm by being hit, and also being brought to orgasm by being penetrated (sp)
The number "forty-two" lingered for a long time.
Instead, a kiss followed. Hobert cupped Wu Xian's swollen and painful buttocks, and a cold but gentle kiss landed on her flesh.
"I really can't do anything with you, you naughty child, but this is a reward and your master doesn't want you to cry."
Even though it could no longer accept any touch, Wu Xian felt comfortable from its master's kisses. He gently sucked and kissed the burning flesh of its bottom, thus comforting the crying puppy.
Hobert pulled Wuxian out of the covers and helped her tear off her nightgown, which had become a burden—the rubbing against it was unbearable for Wuxian.
"Crawl over here and kneel beside me, Cloud." The master's voice was still icy, but she could sense warmth in it.
Wu Xian saw a blurry figure. Her master stood by the bed. He was tall and upright, looking down at her. Even now, because he was in such a disheveled state from crying, his gaze remained unchanged.
She tried, trembling as she turned her body, and crawled to her master's side in a crooked posture. Wu Xian didn't dare to look Hobert in the eye. She hadn't done well. Her master had given her the best option, but her greed had made everything terrible.
“Cloud.” Hobert repeated Wu Xian’s name again, his tone flat and even.
"Hold me tight, Cloud."
“Master…” Wu Xian didn’t understand, but she didn’t need to understand.
Her master's cold hand had already touched her back, leading her to hug his waist. Through the fabric of his clothes, she could feel Hobert's powerful muscles.
Master, Master bent down for her! He even kissed her little bottom.
"Shall we continue, Cloud?"
What does the master think?
Just now, Wu Xian discovered that her master was always right, so in the game, she was willing to completely obey her master.
“Cloud, do you want to continue?” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. Hobert knew what Wu Xian was thinking. She was a gluttonous and disobedient child. Even though it hurt, she quickly began to crave it again once the instrument was removed.
"Yes, I want my master, I want him."
Wu Xian's cheek was pressed against Hobert's chest. She was pale and thin, and after being beaten, she looked like an orchid that had been through a storm. She was pitiful and helpless, but she opened her mouth and bit Hobert's shirt, refusing to let go.
Hobart performed the final nine strokes.
He picked up Wu Xian, let her wrap her arms around his neck, and put her thighs around his waist.
His hand supported Wu Xian's buttocks, not to help her stabilize her body, but to knead her already hot buttocks. Unlike the previous kneading, this time he touched her vulva.
Cold fingers circled around the entrance of her vagina, inserting and stirring the warm, wet fluid. This action was not gentle; the wide, forceful movements stretched open the passage, and the touch on her vagina naturally helped Wu Qian temporarily forget the pain in her buttocks.
The master was full of strength. Unlike ordinary humans, he could bear the weight of Wu Qian lying on him and easily soothe Wu Qian's body.
After helping her alleviate her pain, Hobart commanded again, "Count, cloud."
“Forty-two, Master.” Wu Xian responded vaguely, biting Hobert’s shoulder, and clung to her master even tighter.
Forty-three...forty-nine.
The remaining sessions took even longer than all the previous ones combined. Hobert patiently guided Wu Qian's body to relax, but the sensitive flesh was still there. In this way, each time, it could awaken the body and trigger the ultimate passion!
"Fifty, Master!"
After the attack, she was also penetrated.
Fireworks burst in Wu Qian's mind. She leaned back, her pussy rubbing against Hobert's abs, water flowing out incessantly. She gushed out like she was losing control of her bladder, the gushing sensation overwhelming her. She had no more ability to resist and slid down softly.
Fortunately, her owner caught her.
Hopper made Wu Qian lie naked in his arms and applied medicine to the poor, tearful little thing. Wu Qian glanced at it; it was a red, fragrant ointment.
It's the same color as its owner's eyes, I like it.
She wanted to eat, to taste her master's hand, and Hobert smeared a circle of black ink on her lips before stopping.
She kissed Hobert's neck, rubbing it and leaving a mark that looked like a lip print.
Hobart was indeed very skilled at comforting the mentally ill.
After experiencing violence and overwhelming pleasure, her master added a soothing rhythm to her body, and Wu Xian was extremely happy, her tender cunt gushing with fluid.
Communication and comforting are essential parts of a spa, and a good owner must be good at relaxing a tense body.
"Cloud, how many will you choose next time?"
The exchange, after the climax, would cause a tremor in the soul, especially when the velvet was pressed against Hobert's Adam's apple, feeling it move up and down, the vibrations enough to cause resonance.
"What does the master say?"
My suggestion is still twenty-five.
“But you will choose seventy-five.” He increased it, tripling it, an unexpected number, but Wu Qian was pleasantly surprised; Hobert really understood her.
"Yes, seventy-five, Master."
Wu Xian was about to fall asleep. Lately, she seemed to be sleeping a lot, and she wanted to make up for the sleep she had missed by being next to Hobert. Hobert massaged her neck and listened to her murmured words.
"I'm sorry... Master."
"Cloud has gotten Master's clothes all wet. Cloud is such a slutty little dog, all you think about is Master. Will Master scold me?"
"Good boy/girl."
Even though all she thinks about is dicks, her owner still praises her as a good girl.
"I love it, I really love this reward!"
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Harold: No matter how much I like someone, they're just a substitute.
Hobart: Stop deceiving yourself
Harold: I'll come back as soon as I've gathered enough beads.
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