Chapter 63 Chastity
All my plans have finally come to fruition, Nathan has finally completely possessed Katniss, and Katniss's body no longer belongs exclusively to me. Time cannot be turned back, everything is irreversible, even though I am starting to regret it now. I anticipated all of this before it happened, but now that it has actually happened, I want to undo it, but it's too late.
The two figures in the scene are still intertwined, calming down after an unprecedented climax and pleasure. Only the semen still quietly flowing from Katniss's vagina indicates the passage of time. The room is filled with the sound of breathing, gradually slowing down and becoming finer.
After about 2 minutes, perhaps feeling too exhausted under Nathan, Katniss struggled slightly under him, but her eyes remained closed. Is she unable to face all of this?
Perhaps understanding Katniss's current feelings, Nathan turned over and lay down on the bed. With a slight sound, his not completely softened penis was pulled out from Katniss's vagina. Nathan lay there, his now hardened penis still erect, not yet fully recovered from the pleasure, and it seemed like the effects of the drug had not completely worn off.
With limbs spread out on the bed, Nathan exposed, the semen from Katniss's vagina flowed out like a bursting flood, creating a pool of semen under Katniss's hips on Nathan's bed.
Facing reality at last, Katniss slowly opened her eyes and propped herself up with her weak hands. Her gaze was vacant, as if she had lost her soul, moving slowly off the bed without even glancing at Nathan, as if the Nathan who was still savoring the afterglow beside her did not exist.
As Katniss's feet touched the ground, she tried to stand upright, but as soon as she did, she stumbled and fell heavily to the ground, curling up like an injured cat. I knew that after being hit by intense climax three times just now, her body could no longer muster any strength.
The sound of Katniss falling startled Nathan, who was still enjoying the afterglow in bed. He suddenly opened his eyes, perhaps just beginning to sober up from the drug's effects, and only then did he remember Katniss. He sat up abruptly, seeing Katniss curled up on the floor, the same Katniss he had just possessed so passionately, the Katniss who had become his wife in reality. He may have forgotten everything that had just happened between them, and with his still not completely softened penis, he quickly jumped out of bed.
At this moment, I felt strange. Nathan, a 55-year-old man who had just made love to Katniss for over an hour, still had so much energy, showing no signs of exhaustion. Had he been suppressing himself for too long? Or was it thanks to the potent aphrodisiac his son secretly gave him?
After standing on the floor, Nathan reached out to help Katniss up, but she weakly pushed his hand away when he touched her.
"Don't touch me, go away," although Katniss's voice was weak at this moment, her tone was firm and cold. She didn't look at Nathan throughout, showing how heartbroken and disappointed she was. Seeing Katniss in this state, I couldn't help but start to worry as I sat in front of the monitor.
Nathan's hands remained in that position, his expression blank. It was only now that he remembered everything that had just happened. He seemed to feel afraid but unsure of what to do, sharing a sense of helplessness with Katniss.
After several attempts, Katniss finally managed to stand up straight again. She covered her vagina with one hand and hugged her breasts with the other, then walked unsteadily towards the bathroom. She wanted to clean her now completely unclean body.
After hearing the sound of Katniss closing the bathroom door, Nathan, still in the hand-supporting position, slowly withdrew his hands. He sat despondently on the edge of the bed, his eyes filled with disbelief and more excitement, as he had completely possessed his goddess in mind, letting her enjoy under him and reaching climax three times. Nathan was surprised by his own boldness, attributing it not only to his innate talent but also to the potent aphrodisiac his son had secretly given him.
Nathan sat there blankly on the edge of the bed, his face still flushed, and his penis still not completely softened, indicating that the effects of the aphrodisiac had not completely worn off, brewing new plans within Nathan's body.
Katniss entered the bathroom, turned on the shower, letting the water wash over her body. She faced the showerhead, letting the rushing water cleanse her face, as if trying to calm and awaken herself. Perhaps she couldn't believe that this was not a dream, that everything was real. The old man in the next bedroom had already possessed her and ejaculated deeply inside her, making her impure.
She then gently cleaned her body, focusing on washing her breasts and vagina. Occasionally, Nathan's semen would still flow from Katniss's vagina, seemingly endless. Katniss repeatedly washed these two areas with water and shower gel, as if she could never clean her body enough, her tears mingling with the flowing water.
After many washes, Katniss dried her body and stood in front of the bathroom's full-length mirror, examining her body. Her full and firm 34D breasts, flat stomach without any excess fat, slender waist, sparse pubic hair, plump and perky buttocks, long and straight legs, topped with a beautiful face and wet hair cascading over her chest, covering the tips of her breasts. The alluring red nipples peeked through the hair, emitting a hazy beauty.
Such a sexy and charming female body, as if the most beautiful body parts in the world were all concentrated on Katniss alone. However, this body had just been possessed by a 55-year-old, rural-born, with dark and sagging skin, white-haired old man, completely possessed, even though her cleaned body showed no traces of what had happened.
As time passed, Nathan's slightly softened penis began to rise again, returning to its pre-insertion size in less than 10 minutes. Nathan's face started to flush again. Perhaps after the release just now, the drug was reigniting his desire.
I remembered from the seller's instructions that the aphrodisiac's effects could last at least 2 and a half hours. Since Nathan had taken the drug until now, almost 2 hours had passed, meaning there was still at least half an hour before the aphrodisiac would wear off.
Nathan sat there, looking at his increasingly hard penis, then raised his now deeply red face. His expression was struggling, showing enjoyment, excitement, fear, helplessness, and sadness, but under the drug's influence, it was mostly excitement. Perhaps the previous release hadn't satisfied him, but the fear and anxiety in his expression were still suppressing his desire.
Nathan continued to ponder, his desire and excitement growing stronger. With a deep breath, his face showed determination and calmness, as if he was no longer afraid and had accepted what had happened. Perhaps he had completely offended Katniss and didn't care about a second time. Nathan seemed to have made a decision.
As he thought, Nathan looked towards the door, as if suddenly remembering something, a flash of joy and excitement crossing his face. Sitting in front of the computer, I was puzzled by Nathan's sudden excitement. What had he just remembered that made him so excited? I fell into contemplation.
Lost in thought, I quickly reviewed everything from start to finish. When Katniss went to shower, I noticed the problem. Nathan must have realized that before Katniss entered the bathroom, she hadn't locked the door.
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