Vâng, lại có xôi thịt cho quý dị đây. Đương nhiên lần này vẫn là tiếng anh nhá:D

P/s: Tôi không viết truyện này mà dùng thẳng gg dịch nên sẽ có nhiều chỗ cấn cấn sai ngữ pháp đấy.

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À, đây là hình promo:

It's not the same as a finger at all... His point is not very deep, and Indra's size does not require skill at all, as long as it goes in, it will be run over heavily in every pumping.

It must have been cracked when he first entered. Asura looked down and saw bright red blood flowing from his legs, but his physique recovered quickly, and the bleeding should have stopped immediately.

It is a little too comfortable, and blending with Indra is not only a physical pleasure, but also a psychological sense of infinite satisfaction.

Asura's waist gradually softened, and Indra only vented his sexual desire on his body, ignoring his feelings at all, and just kept slamming into the deepest part of his body, making him almost retching.

After a deep push, Asura was hit and his knees went weak, and he fell on the bed, his genitals almost slipping out.

Indra did not give him time to rest because of this. His brother picked up his waist and put him back on his genitals like a tool for lust.

Fucking Asura is also a great psychological satisfaction for Indra, and it is certainly comfortable to have the genitals soaked in his body and be sucked tightly again and again. But because it is an Asura, the emotional value brought by sex is unparalleled by anyone.

Indra Fengshen's handsome appearance has attracted many people, both men and women want to have a spring night with him, they are much more charming than the unskilled seduction of Asura's blood, but he has never been in a good mood like now.

He kneaded Asura's breasts, leaned down and bit his neck, licking the hot blood that overflowed from his wound.

Asura was like a newly born female deer, trying to get back on his feet under the torrential wind and rain, but every time he moved his body, he would hit the sensitive point heavily and slip down embarrassingly.
His effort is pitiful, but it is a pity that Indra will not be merciful on the bed.

Indra's hand slid onto Asura's lower abdomen. When the lean body was fucked by his size, the organs were lifted up by the top, and the lower abdomen could show a convex arc.

When Indra's arc was bulging, he touched Asura's stomach and pressed it back.

A long-awaited scream.

He twisted and struggled again, not daring to break Indra's hand, so he grabbed the sheet under him and crawled forward, trying to get out of Indra's control.

It's okay to struggle for a bit more fun, Indra deliberately let go of him and put his hand on Asura's waist. When Asura was about to crawl out, he lifted his waist and pulled him back to the end.

"Haha -ah ... oh oh, brother ..."

Ashura was stunned by his eyes, and his saliva leaked from the corner of his mouth, and his mouth shouted unclearly that he tried to exchange for each other's tenderness.

I do not know. I don't understand my brother.

A sticky sound resounds in Asura's ears, and the impact that goesuges his body just goes along with the shaking rhythm. There was no pleasure there, only the pain of tearing the skin, the discomfort of the blood flowing out of it, and a helpless foreign body sensation.

How long can he endure his brother, sneering.

When Asura thought that the rope that bound both of his arms that was hanging was cut, he was put in a position where my head fell down and his buttocks were pushed up while the restraint was still there. On top of that, his older brother is leaning on and pushing himself into him. At first glance, it looks like a beast mating. Asura can't compete with Indra in strength. Besides, when he look at indra these days, he don't know what more he'll do if he defy him. Asura entrusted himself that things would be over sooner if he obeyed here quietly. He want it to end as soon as possible. Was the ragged tears of pain, physiological, a mysterious fear of his brother, or all of it?

Asura don't know what made Indra so lustful, but to be honest, he thought he was a pale brother who couldn't feel the slightest bit of sexual desire, so he couldn't keep up with the sudden development. No, when he was restrained, stripped of his clothes, and beaten, it was a funny story in the first place. In this case, violence is still better. Having his body exposed by a man, especially by his brother, is an indescribable humiliation. Ashura gritted his trembling teeth and waited for this nightmare to pass.

What does my brother want? Do you enjoy torturing me? Did it just pile up? If that's the case, why not embrace a woman?

what is the right thing to do in this situation

Because Asura was so caught up in such thoughts, he had forgotten even to pay attention to his brother's behavior.

The field of vision that the rhythm subsides and reverses. Even though he was acting like this, his brother had a dignified look as usual. Only the bottomless terror comes through his eyes. Asura turned his face away so that Indra wouldn't notice the tears running away from his eyes. However, in the next moment, as soon as he touched his neck, he strangled him without hesitation. Even if he tries to pull it off immediately, his restrained hands can only grasp his brother's wrist, and in the meantime, the pressure on his airway increases.

"Nii, nii - san, ...wait..."

It seemed that even Asura's desperate pleas didn't resonate with my brother. On the contrary, his brother resumed his rhythm. Are you going to continue like this? I can't breathe. Vision flickers. Asura head is heavy and I can't work well as if it was fogged. At this rate he will suffocate. And yet, the power that strangles him does not loosen. Is he serious about killing me? How did that kind brother become like this now?

"────────!"

Indra was very used to Ashura's cry. He ignored Ashura's please for mercy, and rubbed his lower abdomen with the frequency of pumping in his repeated shouts.

After dozens of times, Asura's tragic cries gradually weakened, and the saliva and tears melted the fine spots that had dried up on his face and became more dirty.

Asura's resilience is so good that a normal person should have passed out long ago, but he couldn't escape such torture by being unconscious, and could only soberly feel everything Indra gave him.

Sure enough, only Asura could bear him all.

He pinched Asura's waist with a lot of strength, and soon blue-purple finger marks would appear, but it would soon disappear because of Asura's physique.

Just before Asura was about to let go of his consciousness, Indra groaned low and at the same time something hot was poured into Asura's womb. Consciousness sharpens rapidly to the heat of boiling water. Then, finally, the hand that strangled him was released, and while he was coughing, Asura greedily took in the oxygen he had been waiting for. As he breathe, he shudder at the sensation of being pulled out of his body, but he relieved that this is finally over. Then, when his breathing calmed down, he realized that his brother had reached him, and as soon as he realized that what was released inside his body was his brother's spirit, he was tormented by a feeling of disgust. When he was pulled out, the liquid that would have clung to him and spilled out suddenly mixed with his own blood and the cloudiness of his semen, giving him an unpleasant vivid color.

"Will the bruise go away too? It's boring."

When I saw my brother saying that, I couldn't help but say that I had had sex with him before. Originally, he wasn't so disfigured even in the middle of the act. On the other hand, even if you say that your body heals the wounds, the blood that flowed out of his wounds is still intact. Even my lower legs are so dirty that I don't want to look directly at them. I want to wash it off quickly.

A hand suddenly stretched out to my cheek and stiffened my body, but this time it was gently stroked. It was such a gentle gesture that I couldn't believe was the same as the person who had been violent until just now. His brother seems to be in a very good mood as he seems to have settled everything. No, he used to be such a kind person.

"I'm telling them to fill the bathtub with hot water. I'll get rid of people, so go clean yourself."

While saying that, my older brother left this place with a face that looked like he used to be kind.