The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 35 Riding the Edge

His dark cock ground against the loli's pink folds, the glans dragging along the seam, nudging the small hard bead of her clit. The loli let out an immediate, breathless ya—, her whole rhythm instantly gone ragged.

"You and your daughter — you're both mine. Master may do with you as he likes."

Xu Fei panted the words, her body already battered by a rush of sensation. She started moving where he'd indicated — down along his body — while keeping her wet eyes fixed on the junction of the two bodies before her.

Her daughter's small pussy was drenched. That delicate frame trembled steadily. The enormous cock dragged back and forth along it, over and over, and by contrast the little girl seemed so fragile.

The visual impact was enormous — her thoughts began to scatter. Every time the man's hips rocked forward she found herself imagining the broad head forcing the lips apart, plunging into her daughter's small pussy—

The ripple of that image made her ashamed, and furious, and confused — and aroused, with a force that frightened her.

"Teacher — your daughter's little pussy is warm, and she's wetter than you right now. I'm worried I might accidentally slip inside."

Zhang Wenbin clutched the tiny loli against him, savoring her small, milky sounds. The need was burning; even without penetration, there were ways to make this extraordinary body give everything it had.

He shifted positions, looped one arm around her so his hand covered her little breast — noticed with surprise that the tiny nipple had hardened. He nudged her head back toward him, kissed her soft lips and enjoyed the faint, unconscious trembling of her little tongue, then used his other hand to slowly close her legs.

The soft, plush thighs locked around his cock, squeezing it tight. Against the inside of those smooth, flushed legs he could feel the warmth and wet of her outer lips as his hips began to move.

Feeling the tightness of it — her external arousal providing all the lubrication he needed — Zhang Wenbin began thrusting between her closed thighs at a measured pace. Even without actual penetration the pleasure was unmatched by anything he'd tried before.

His stomach rolled against her small bottom with each thrust. The slick, rhythmic sound of skin against skin and arousal was absolutely obscene, and the specific soft density of her body was maddening.

Against his motion, the loli started to moan instinctively, and the small mouth moving against him gave Zhang Wenbin even more to work with — he kissed her even harder.

Nearly all of her sensitive points being attended to at once — the stimulation was simply too much for her young body. It began to shake and undulate in something that looked almost like invitation.

The heat and wet between the loli's thighs kept building, making his thrusts smoother and faster. He wrapped around her more completely — plunging faster, driving the pace like a piston.

Xu Fei watched, jaw slack. His speed was extraordinary — her mind kept snapping to the thought that if she couldn't see the angle, she'd have sworn he'd gone inside.

Dark and pale against each other. The huge head disappearing and reappearing between pale thighs, hammering until her daughter's legs were slick and gleaming. Watching the small frame tremble this way — it was possible to genuinely feel what the girl might be experiencing.

The sight of that pale body turning pink and hot made Xu Fei's own arousal spike past endurance, and she crawled slowly closer, wanting the scene at close range.

"Teacher — now. Lick—"

Zhang Wenbin's voice was already hoarse, and even so it carried force. He'd never had actual intercourse, yet what oral pleasure had opened the door to — and what this kind of close-contact thrusting delivered — was something more violent and compelling than anything before it.

His abdomen kept slamming against the loli's bottom with solid, rhythmic contact, each collision reverberating through the room. The specific softness of her young flesh was doing something to reason.

When he released her mouth the loli immediately cried out, the tiny sounds at each thrust where his massive cock ground against her outer lips and bud no less intense than what real sex would produce.

"How— …how do I lick—!"

Xu Fei's expression had gone entirely glazed over. She knelt close but couldn't find an angle — his pace was simply too fast.

Zhang Wenbin recognized the problem immediately and gathered the loli up, repositioning her to lie face-down across his chest. With the height difference, her head fell weakly against his sternum, her murmured moans muffled there, even her drool pooling warm on his skin.

That small indignity was somehow an enormous additional stimulus. Zhang Wenbin groaned, gripped her soft, small bottom with both hands, pressed her thighs together even harder around him — and began thrusting upward, hips driving at full pace, face-to-face this time. The collision produced both a dense thudding and a slick, wet secondary sound that was utterly depraved.

From Xu Fei's angle she could watch it all — his cock driving between her daughter's legs, twin dark shapes swinging to meet the pale mound with every thrust. The visual hit her like a battering ram to the chest. She no longer pretended to resist the arousal, and crawled prone across the bedsheet toward them, belly pressed almost flat, her daughter's arousal already touching her face from this close.

She trembled — licked once, across the outside. Then she opened her mouth and took the swinging sac in, wrapping her tongue around it — the dense male scent of him filling her head until she could barely think.

"Yes — Teacher — good. Your tongue is incredible, keep—"

Zhang Wenbin hissed through his teeth, both hands gripping the loli's bottom harder, driving even deeper between her closed thighs. He moved his legs apart slightly and lifted his hips off the mattress, groaning: "Teacher — tongue my ass—"

She didn't pause. Perhaps it was the atmosphere. Perhaps it was the egg still lit inside her, unrelenting. Perhaps it was simply the long night's worth of need, still unanswered — and everything going numb. Xu Fei pressed her cheek to the sheet, found his back entrance — and kissed it, and then licked. Her free hand found the sac and cupped it with a tenderness that would have seemed maternal in any other context.

Zhang Wenbin hadn't bathed all day. He'd sweated through the whole evening. It couldn't have been clean. And yet Xu Fei had gone past disgust, past everything — and at the edge of incoherence, the dense masculine scent wasn't a deterrent. It had become a stimulus. She'd never imagined she could have these thoughts about herself.

"Teacher — so good, keep going—"

His praise was half-voiced, because Xu Fei had curled her tongue and was now actively pressing it inward, working it like a drill into the heat of him.

The composed woman. The elegant teacher. Utterly fallen now, and the contrast of who she'd been and what she was doing sent Zhang Wenbin's arousal to a register beyond speaking. His mouth opened to cry out and produced almost no sound.

Thrusting, thrusting — Xu Fei's expression turned more and more glazed. Her daughter's arousal was all over her face at this range, keeping her eyes barely open. The man's sac knocked rhythmically against her cheek with each thrust.

The warmth of two bodies. The drenching arousal in the air. The woman gave herself entirely to those twin tastes — the man's back entrance, and the occasional slick of her daughter's fluid that poured into her mouth when she shifted. She no longer knew who she was.

The fast, hammering slap-slap-slap dominated everything. The loli pressed her sleeping mouth to the man's chest and moaned without knowing she was moaning. Zhang Wenbin's breath came in thick, broken waves. Xu Fei's breath was frantic, her small sounds ecstatic.

Lost in the fire of it, Xu Fei felt herself going mad. She found no revulsion anywhere inside her — only more heat, body growing more feverish, more greedily working the man's back entrance with her tongue.

And Zhang Wenbin — still, technically, a virgin — had no resistance at all for this kind of stimulation. Within moments the low growls started.

"Master — you're close again."

Xu Fei said it through a dreamy haze and shifted, starting to lap at the pulsing sac — feeling the raw, powerful rhythm of it under her tongue.

Pleasure detonated outward through him. Barely ten minutes — and he didn't bother holding back, because his own enjoyment was the only thing that mattered.

Every muscle chain locked. His hands tightened helplessly on the loli. In the sound of her bright little cries, Zhang Wenbin let out a roar and felt the peak sweep him over, white at the edges of his vision — every cell in his body surging.

"Ah—"

The moment his whole body locked — the loli in his arms screamed. It came out loud, anguished, and strange — carrying both pain and something that didn't fit simple categories.

Xu Fei frantically wiped her daughter's arousal from her eyes and looked.

Her face was inches from the junction of their bodies. She could see everything: his cock covered in the loli's glistening fluid, blue-veined and pulsing furiously. And — most arresting of all — the enormous glans had, riding the slick of everything soaking both of them, slipped forward and lodged itself inside her daughter's back entrance, stretching those poor, delicate folds open with every pulse of his climax emptying into her there.

Xu Fei had steeled herself to take the load in her own mouth. This left her bewildered — but simultaneously: her daughter had squirted again, another jet of clear fluid hitting her full in the face.

That cry, she understood now — the sensation of being suddenly impaled there must have triggered the simultaneous climax. Pain and pleasure, impossible to separate.

Xu Fei didn't think twice. She was terrified that if he kept going in that unprepared place, there'd be real damage. She surged up, got both hands on the shaft, and yanked the glans free.

Without stopping, she swallowed him whole — fast, deep, frantically working him in her mouth as the climax continued to pulse.

The interrupted pleasure made Zhang Wenbin exhale with fractured satisfaction. He dropped back against the pillow, let his eyes close, and let the sustained release draw out in long, beautiful waves. His dark psychology was getting more than enough.

"Master, so much of it—"

She said it thickly, eyes glazed, still swallowing, the hand she'd left on the sac kneading in long, tender passes. And growing more skilled by the hour — these worshipful motions delivered a satisfaction that went beyond physical.

Her water-bright eyes stayed locked on the scene in front of her face: her daughter's lower body, five centimeters away. The small pussy and inner thighs were an absolute wreck — glistening and splashed, the wet catching the low light. And the pink little back entrance, so recently and violently intruded upon, was still slightly parted, not yet recovered.

As it slowly clenched and released, Xu Fei could see traces of white fluid winking in and out.

She recognized it. Her mind snapped to the angle and she felt a cold drop of horror: her daughter was face-down. If the seed ran forward and into the other opening, there could be a pregnancy.

She didn't overthink it. She was already moving — sat up, got both hands on her daughter's hips, pressed the bottom up, lowered her head, and sealed her lips over the clenching pink entrance. She sucked, the small amount that had made it inside drawing into her mouth — and swallowed.

Zhang Wenbin had emptied his second round with satisfying thoroughness. He rested briefly, then sat up.

The loli, deep in the tremors of her own climax, had gone limp across the mattress, small body still shivering, kneeling up with her bottom held high because her dancer's instincts kept her legs bent.

Her mother lay at her thighs — focused, devoted, licking the back entrance clean, swallowing everything that came out.

It was aftercare — and the loli received it exactly that way, making sweet little sounds, the tousled hair and pink face and slight, delirious smile suggesting she was experiencing the tenderness in her sleep.

Her mother's other kind of love.