The Betrayed Heiress's Second Comeback-Chapter 64: Ch : Relief - Part 1 [R18+]

Damian’s face looked impassive but a flush was starting to form on it, giving his face a rosy color. It made my body twitch even more and my fingers finally slipped inside my heat, curling up against my pleasure spot to abuse it.

"It’s itching inside. I need to scratch that itch..."

My mouth was speaking words I was not able to understand. I just knew that I needed to get rid of the burning feeling my pussy was feeling.

But my own fingers did not feel enough. They were not big enough to fill me up or hit the spots inside me that felt good.

’Damian can help you. He has long and thick fingers. It will surely make you feel better.’

My brain was fully taken over by my lust and the need for relief. I was not even aware of what I was doing as I spread my legs and gave Damian a pleading look.

"P-Please, help me out. My pussy...wells weird. I need your...ugh...thick fingers to help me out."

There was no hint of shame on my face as I held myself open, but Damian seemed to have frozen at my act.

His eyes lingered on my act, then at my spread legs before back up. He seemed unable to tell where he should look.

"You...are not in the right state of mine currently. Just wait here. I will get you some medicine..."

Damian started to pull away and I reacted immediately. I reached for his hand and tugged him back.

My unexpected action caused him to crash into me, causing his weight to press me down as he lay on top of me.

"W-What..."

Damian looked a little disoriented because of my actions, and I wasted no time in warping my legs around him to trap him. The hardness that rubbed against me told me that Damian was not as...unaffected...as he was pretending to be.

"No, don’t go. I don’t need medicine. Just...help me out here. Please."

A sob escaped my lips as I begged for relief and help. Poor Damian seemed caught between wanting to help me out and going out to get me medicine.

But a well-timed thrust against his pants caused Damian to snap out of his daze and he sighed before he tried to pull back once more. I tightened my grip on him and he immediately reassured me.

"Don’t worry. I am not trying to run away. I just need to put my clothes aside before they get dirty. You should get out of yours as well."

Only half of what Damian said registered in my mind, but I understood what he wanted me to do. I quickly pulled my dress up and felt relief as nothing touched me.

My panties were ruined and I likely won’t be able to ever wear them again. I quickly slid them down my legs before another pang of arousal hit me, causing my legs to buckle and I collapsed on the bed, face first.

Strong hands gripped my hips before they pulled me back against a solid chest. Damian’s hardness was rubbing against my ass, threatening to go in but not quite.

"H-Hurry...I need something..."

I told Damian as I spread my legs open. My pussy quivered with the need to be stretched and I reached down to play with it...only to get beaten by Damian’s hand.

He grabbed my wrists with one hand while his other went down to play with my wet pussy.

"You are not allowed to play with yourself. I will give you what you want, so just leave it all up to me."

Damian sounded a little rough and his finger played with my outer lips. I was so sensitive that it caused me to arch my back and allow him even more access.

My hips had a mind of their own and they tried to move to get that finger to sink inside, only to fail because Damian pulled back at the last second.

"W-Why..."

I demanded as my body burned. Damian’s fingers were so close, so why was he not helping me out? All he needed to do was fuck me stupid. Was that too much to ask?

When I looked up at Damian, his eyes were shining and his face looked flushed as well. But there was something...in his gaze that made me feel like I was in danger.

"You look the most beautiful when you are like this- all vulnerable and begging. Do you want my fingers inside you?"

Damian’s voice was low and dark. He was not asking me a question but commanding me to beg him. And I was too fargone to feel humiliated...at least, for now.

"Damian, please. I need you. This heat...it’s too much. I need your fingers to scratch this itch inside me. I will give you anything you want me to..."

My words spilled out of my mouth before my mind could keep up. The smirk on Damian’s face did not help. Nor did he squeezing my breasts and flicking my nipples.

It all just made me pant even harder as I rested my head on his shoulder, leaning my whole body weight against him.

"Hmm, I can tell that you want it badly. Look at how you have soiled our laps already. It’s a good thing we got out of our clothes quickly. Otherwise, we would have become unusable...well, your panties already kind of are unusable at this point."

Damian whispered as his fingers finally stopped teasing me before it slipped inside my wet hole.

There was no resistance. Whatever the drug that was affecting me made me not only horny but easy to bully as well.

"Fuck, your insides feel so hot and wet. Do my fingers feel good? Do you want more?"

Damian asked and I could not help but moan as my insides were stretched out.

"T-Too much...it’s too much...."

I only had two fingers inside me right now, but somehow, it still felt like I was stuffed full. Beneath my ass, Damian’s cock twitched and I suddenly felt a spark of fear.

’T-That monster...will it even be able to fit inside me...? But I want it so badly...’