Chapter 133 Rape
I held Katniss, waiting for the aphrodisiac to take effect. Just as my hands touched Katniss's body, she suddenly trembled. It was then that I realized Katniss wasn't asleep, perhaps just closing her eyes to ease the effects of alcohol. I buried my head in Katniss's neck, inhaling her scent.
When I reached into Katniss's nightgown and touched her breast, I found her body was hot, as if she had a fever, and her skin was sweaty. Despite not being able to drink alcohol, she was still so energetic. I couldn't help but gently caress her, partly to flirt and partly to comfort her.
Slowly, before I could even react, Katniss, who was facing away from me, began to tremble slightly, her breathing becoming more rapid.
I was puzzled. Could Katniss have drunk too much and suffered from alcohol poisoning? Without considering my own condition, I quickly got up to adjust Katniss's body. I needed to make sure if she had indeed drunk too much. But as soon as I moved her body with my hands, the previously quiet and closed-eyed Katniss, like a sleeping lion suddenly awakened, opened her eyes full of desire in an instant. I noticed that her beautiful round eyes were somewhat red, with bloodshot eyes.
Seeing this, I was terrified. Oh no, Katniss had alcohol poisoning. Before I could take the next step to help her, this just-awakened lioness suddenly pounced on me. Caught off guard by Katniss's sudden attack, despite being a big man, I lost my balance and couldn't help but let out a cry. But before the cry could fully escape, it was muffled by something. Opening my eyes, I found Katniss fiercely kissing me. I had never seen Katniss so wild before. She was sucking on my mouth like crazy, making my lips burn with pain.
Before I could gather my thoughts, Katniss pried open my teeth and forcefully sucked my tongue into her mouth. She started sucking on my tongue vigorously. I never expected Katniss to be so strong. She pulled on my tongue so hard that it hurt at the base.
While Katniss sucked on my tongue, she frantically tore at my pajamas. My favorite pajamas were instantly ripped open by Katniss, buttons left untouched. With my tongue held captive by Katniss, I couldn't move my head or speak. I wanted to tell Katniss, "Darling, be gentle, it hurts a bit."
I heard the sound of the buttons flying off and falling to the floor. Helpless and unable to resist, I had to comply. With Katniss stripping me naked, she finally released my tongue. She began kissing my face, nipples, and chest vigorously, leaving marks all over me. I was worried about being teased by my colleagues at work the next day.
Katniss started undressing herself, wearing very little clothing. Soon, she was completely naked. Her breathing became more rapid, her face flushed.
"Honey, slow down, we have all night. Don't rush. You're hurting your husband." Although it was strange, I gently advised Katniss. Even though she loved me deeply, she shouldn't love me so wildly. If this happened every day, I wouldn't be able to handle it. Perhaps the alcohol had stimulated her. After all, I had witnessed Katniss's craziness after drinking, like the passionate night with Nathan on her birthday after drinking.
As if hearing my voice, Katniss's actions became gentler, but still urgent.
My penis was suddenly taken into Katniss's mouth, and she began sucking vigorously. Although she was gentler, it was still more intense than usual. I felt like she was going to bite my penis off. Despite the pleasure, occasional pain made me gasp for air.
While giving me oral sex, Katniss used her hand to stimulate her own vagina, showing impatience. Katniss alternated between sucking, licking, pecking, and biting my penis, occasionally causing me pain but also providing a different kind of stimulation. Perhaps the drug hadn't fully kicked in yet, or perhaps Katniss's wildness had taken me by surprise. Her rapid and intense oral sex almost made me ejaculate within five minutes.
"Honey, stop, please stop." Although I wanted to stop Katniss, I was too late. Within five minutes, I ejaculated under the stimulation of Katniss's oral sex. I ejaculated into Katniss's mouth, and she seemed unfazed, continuing to suck on my penis. I couldn't see how much I ejaculated because she swallowed it all, leaving me feeling helpless.
Realizing I had ejaculated, Katniss released my penis, then lifted her flushed face, staring at me with her bloodshot eyes, a mix of strangeness and annoyance. She didn't expect me to climax so quickly. She didn't give up, starting to stimulate my now flaccid penis with her hands.
Feeling weak after ejaculating, I lay on the bed, panting heavily. "Honey, what's gotten into you tonight? You're so wild." I couldn't help but ask Katniss between heavy breaths. They say women shouldn't get drunk because they become crazy. Even the most elegant women can act out when drunk.
Before I could finish my sentence, Katniss's movements were too forceful, almost tearing my foreskin from my shaft.
"It's nothing, I just really wanted to make love with my husband. I don't know what came over me." Katniss's breathing was still uneven, looking at my flaccid penis, seemingly unsatisfied. After pleasuring me with her hand, she once again took my penis into her mouth, wanting me to get hard again. I had ejaculated, and she wasn't satisfied yet. I hadn't even penetrated her yet.
Katniss seemed really eager. After about ten minutes of oral sex, my penis finally became erect again. I knew I couldn't let Katniss take the lead all the time, making me feel like I was being raped by her. As my penis hardened, I rolled over and pushed Katniss down, taking control of the pace of our lovemaking.
Katniss seemed to sense that I was about to penetrate her and was already impatient. She lay on the bed, spreading her slender legs, her enticing vagina already wet, with dewdrops glistening on her sparse pubic hair.
I thrust fully into her, and the long-awaited Katniss let out a low, excited moan. I climbed on top of her, sucking on her breasts, while my not-so-large but not small penis began thrusting inside Katniss's vagina. The whole bedroom was filled with the hormones of lovemaking. My heavy breathing mixed with Katniss's loud moans, indicating how pleasurable she felt.
But Nathan was still next door, and her loud moans would surely be heard. I couldn't help but cover Katniss's mouth with one hand, muffling her moans.
After about five minutes of thrusting, I slowed down to rest. I couldn't keep up the rapid pace for too long. I had been studying and playing with pens since I was young, never doing physical labor to build strength. My stamina couldn't compare to a country man like Nathan.
Perhaps Katniss found my pace too slow, or she was tired of the missionary position, or she sensed my fatigue. Suddenly, she wrapped her legs around my waist, hugged me, and with a swift movement, she turned around and straddled me, putting us in a woman-on-top position.
After mounting me, Katniss immediately started moving her hips, her plump and round buttocks forcefully and quickly slamming against my pelvis, creating a fast and rhythmic impact. My penis began thrusting inside Katniss's vagina, but her vigorous movements made it hard to breathe properly. It was like someone pressing on your stomach irregularly while you were trying to breathe. Could you breathe normally in such a situation?
Due to Katniss's movements and pace, my breathing became uneven. At that moment, Katniss seemed like a lioness, or rather, a man, while I felt like a woman being forcefully taken advantage of by a man. I was being raped by Katniss, a situation that now seemed somewhat ridiculous.
Katniss's stamina seemed endless, perhaps due to her dancing skills. After about ten minutes of vigorous movements, her speed remained constant. She seemed unsatisfied and continued to ride me, her desire still burning. She then grabbed her own breasts, continuing to move on top of me, moaning loudly. Her full breasts were constantly being squeezed and molded by her hands.
After pleasuring herself for a while, Katniss seemed unsatisfied. She released her hands from her breasts, which now bore faint marks from her touch. Her breasts were finally free. Katniss grabbed my hands that were on either side of my body and placed them on her breasts, guiding me to touch her. Time passed, and after fifteen minutes, I ejaculated for the second time, this time inside Katniss's vagina. Despite lasting for fifteen minutes, perhaps due to ejaculating once already, this time was longer. However, it seemed Katniss didn't reach climax, maybe because I hadn't done enough foreplay.
Realizing I had ejaculated, Katniss stopped, but her desire hadn't faded. She seemed filled with regret and disappointment. It was then that I remembered the aphrodisiac seemed to have no effect. It should have worked by now. Could it be that drinking too much alcohol neutralized the effects of the aphrodisiac? Or maybe George's drink conflicted with the aphrodisiac? In any case, I knew the aphrodisiac had failed tonight.
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