novelno Chapter 284- Don’t Hurt Me Too Much
Chapter 284- Don’t Hurt Me Too Much
"Please." Sugar, who had spent the last hour refusing to beg, was begging. "Please. We just came back. We just— tonight has already been—"
"He’s a pervert," Nano sobbed, and the word carried no heat — just the exhausted, frightened truth of a woman who knew exactly what kind of pervert and was afraid of it. "He’s always been— he trained our bodies and he doesn’t care— he doesn’t care that we can’t walk—"
Sugar’s eyes were red. "Please. Please I’m asking you. Not yet. Not tonight. Give us one night—"
Both of them.
Arms reaching forward.
Gripping his forearms.
Their tear-wet faces upturned. Their swollen lips forming the same plea. Their bodies — still leaking, still marked, nipples still stiff, thighs still trembling — arranged in the supplication of two women who had betrayed him and been reclaimed and were now genuinely, bodily afraid of what came next.
He looked at them.
At both their faces.
At the desperation there.
He chuckled.
The sound low, unhurried, carrying the warmth of a man deeply entertained by something he finds genuinely charming.
Then he moved.
One motion.
Both women twisted — his hands finding their hips with the practiced efficiency of a man who had done this before, flipping both their bodies in the same gesture — and suddenly Nano and Sugar were face-down, their hips raised, their asses side by side, elevated, offered, two distinct shapes presented to him in the laboratory light.
Nano’s ass — small, firm, two tight handfuls, the skin pale and unmarked, the kind of body that had received nothing back there yet in this life.
Sugar’s ass — longer, rounder, the kind of controlled, elegant curve that belonged on a runway, already bearing faint fingerprint marks from where he had gripped her hips during the hour prior.
Side by side.
Both of them still crying.
Both their faces pressing into the ruined bed surface.
He raised one hand.
Came down on both cheeks simultaneously — the flat smack landing across both asses in one connected impact.
SLAP—
"HIEKK~!!"
"AAANHH~!!"
Both their asses jolting forward from the force.
"Shut up, girls."
His voice.
Even. Warm. The voice of a man entirely comfortable with what he was about to do.
"You just have to tighten your anal."
He leaned down slightly.
His breath across both their raised hips.
"To show your man—"
A pause.
"—how much you love him."
Another pause.
His thumb grazing — barely, just the pad of it — across Nano’s tight, virgin pucker.
"By milking his cock dry."
Both women twisted around on the soaked sheets. They shared the exhausted, petulant energy of girlfriends pushed far beyond their physical limits, their thighs trembling from the lingering aftermath of his earlier rough use.
Sugar’s hand shot out first. Her fingers wrapped around his slick, vein-ridged shaft with a punishing stroke that made the thick muscle twitch against her palm.
"You bastard," she gasped, her swollen, kiss-bruised lips trembling. Her large, flush-tipped tits heaved with residual aftershocks, the pale undersides still damp with sweat. "Haven’t you fucked us enough already?"
Nano’s smaller hand joined a second later. Her delicate, pale fingers bumped against Sugar’s tanned knuckles as they stroked him together from the base, gathering a thick ring of his leaking precum, pulling the warm wetness up to the weeping tip.
"Twice," Nano whimpered. Her face was streaked with dried seed and tears, her petite chest hitching so hard her stiff little nipples rubbed raw against the damp air. "You came deep inside... you said healthy babies... and now you want our—"
He chuckled.
The deep rumble vibrated straight through the thick root of his cock, buzzing directly into their sensitive palms.
He leaned down between their raised, quivering asses.
His mouth pressed wet and open against Sugar’s left cheek first. His tongue dragged a hot, slick trail across her skin. Then he turned and did the same to Nano’s right, the rough, unyielding stubble on his jaw scraping a wicked friction over their flushed, sensitive flesh.
"You pervert," Sugar hissed. Yet, her thumb naturally rubbed over his weeping slit, the ingrained reflex of a woman whose body was hopelessly addicted to his touch.
"Such a pervert," Nano breathed. Her fingers tightened around his girth, feeling the heavy, surging pulse throb against her knuckles, reminding her how easily he could tear them apart again.
Sugar tried to mount a final retaliation.
She released his cock and surged upward, shoving at his broad chest with the frantic, last-ditch strength of a woman who still stupidly believed she could fight back.
He caught her wrists without breaking a sweat.
Pinning them back above her head with a single, massive hand, he forced her larger frame to collapse forward into the mattress.
The jolt sent her large tits swinging wildly. The soft, plush undersides slapped hard against her own ribs, and the messy streaks of cum on her cheeks flew outward from the sheer force of her surrender.
"Let me go—" Sugar snarled, but her hips betrayed her traitorous heart, jutting backward into the cool air like an open invitation.
Nano watched the display from the edge of the bed.
A shiver wrecked through her small frame. Slowly, deliberately, she rolled onto her stomach, digging her knees into the mattress to raise her hips toward him.
The firm, pale globes of her ass parted. Her pink, virgin anal winked at him—tight, terrified, and fluttering under the harsh lab light. The delicate skin around her pucker was flushed the exact same dark, needy shade as her stiffening little nipples.
"Please," Nano whispered into the ruined sheets, her voice cracking under the weight of her own submission. "Please be gentle."
He released Sugar’s wrists, letting her drop.
His dark gaze sank to Nano’s offered ass, then slid sideways with a lazy, possessive heat that made the room feel ten degrees hotter.
Sugar lay there panting, biting her lower lip until the soft flesh turned white.
She stared at Nano, watching how easily the petite girl’s body had just surrendered.
A sudden, painful warmth flooded Sugar’s chest. Not the physical sting of his rough handling, but a deep, crushing love. She remembered the lazy mornings from their past life, the soft way his eyes crinkled before the world went to hell. The way her heart had shattered into a million pieces when she thought he was gone.
Chasing that phantom ache, Sugar’s free hand drifted down her own flat stomach, her fingers slipping right into her swollen, well-used pussy.
Two fingers pressed deep into her weeping slit. They scooped out a thick, sloppy handful of his warm seed mixed generously with her own syrupy arousal, pulling the mess back out to glisten obscenely in the light.
She could feel it pooling, leaking down her inner thighs.
She bit her lip so hard she tasted copper, looking up at him with the stripped, agonizingly genuine expression of a woman who wildly loved the very man who owned her.
A shuddering sigh wrecked her chest as she rolled over.
She raised her hips even higher than Nano’s, arching the long, elegant curve of her model ass into the air. Her almond-colored anal clenched into a tight, nervous star between her spread, sweat-sheened cheeks.
"Just don’t hurt me too much, Cruxius," Sugar said, her voice raw, trembling, breaking pitifully on the last syllable. "Or I will... I will cry."