{Chapter: 39: Having Fun With Trina!!!! And Truth Is Out}
"Ahhh...god...ahhh."
Dex smiled and sped up, and her pussy squeezed his member, and her arms and legs tightened around him, her walls squeezing him dry.
"Mmm...so much...it's so good."
"You're getting tight."
"I'm going to cum."
Dex leaned forward and kissed her, her lips opening, her tongue sliding into his mouth, and they kissed, her moans of pleasure vibrating into his mouth as he pounded her. Trina gasped and arched her back, and Dex pounded her harder and faster, and her pussy clenched on his dick, her legs shaking, her body trembling, and he came once again, pumping aother load into her, and she whimpered and gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
"Ahhh...so hot...ahhh."
He held her, kissing her neck and ear, and she whimpered, her pussy convulsing on his dick, milking every last drop, and Trina smiled, Dex's hands on her big tits, fondling and squeezing them, their love just continuing on from there.
…
After an unknown period.
Trina was unconscious.
The upper body was lying helplessly on the bed while her pink knees held her soft ass up against the young man's thrusts behind her. Her vagina was dripping with a white substance while areas of her skin and hair were covered in the white substance. Her face was red and her mouth was drooling. If he opened her eyes, he would find glassy, unconscious eyes.
There were also hickeys and bite marks on her breasts, shoulder, neck, back, and pale arms.
Currently there was a sound of a hip meeting her ass.
Dex was moving his waist and fucking her ass while pulling her hair back.
"Slap"
He slapped her butt which became red from the continuous slapping.
He felt that he was close to emptying his balls in Trina's guts.
He clenched his teeth from pleasure as he intensified the speed of his cock in fucking her tight ass and held her waist tightly.
The strong sound of Dex's hip meeting Trina's ass spread throughout the room.
The feeling of pleasure building up and the tight tightness around his cock.
He intensified his thrusts.
He closed his eyes. His cock that was throbbing from the overwhelming pleasure began to release one load after another inside her anal tunnel.
After a few seconds of ejaculation, Dex filled her anal passage and painted it white.
He pulled out his cock and sprayed the rest of his load on her snowy back.
He let out a relieved sigh and then slapped Trina's butt and released her hair.
Her body is still Maintaining her position while both her pussy and butthole were dripping white substance.
A pink curly hole dripping white substance which came down and met her pink pussy dripping white substance and joined together and then fell on the bed.
Dex nodded lightly and he felt satisfied.
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After an unknowable amount of time had passed—hours? days?—Trina lay sprawled comfortably atop the silken sheets, her body still glowing with the aftershocks of their closeness. The room was warm, sun filtering through gauzy curtains, casting golden slants of light across the bed. Her hair was tousled, her cheeks softly flushed, her limbs heavy with a mixture of satisfaction and sleepiness. She watched Dex from where she lay, her cheek resting against her arm, her lips curled into a lazy smile.
He had already gotten out of bed and was adjusting his shirt, the buttons catching the sunlight. His movements were smooth, almost ritualistic, as if he'd done this a thousand times before—dressing in silence, withdrawing into that closed-off shell of his.
But today, there was something different in the air. A fragility to the moment, a rare vulnerability that made Trina hesitate before speaking.
She stretched an arm out toward him, wrapped around his waist, and gently pulled him back just a little, not to stop him, but to keep him close for a moment longer.
"Hey," she murmured, her voice soft and unhurried, "earlier, you said you don't care what unimportant people think of you…"
Her fingers traced small, idle circles on his skin.
"…So what about me? Am I still one of those unimportant people to you?"
Her tone was light, almost teasing, but Dex could hear the sincerity layered beneath her words—the tremor of uncertainty she tried to hide.
He paused, his back still to her, then slowly turned to face her again. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other in silence.
Dex was rarely at a loss for words. His mind was a fortress of logic and control, and his emotions rarely escaped the walls he'd built around himself. But now, as he gazed into Trina's eyes—eyes that had seen little worst of him and still looked at him with something like affection—he found himself hesitating.
"…Maybe not," he said finally, his voice low and a little rougher than usual, "In due time, we will come to know."
It wasn't quite a confession. It wasn't a promise, either. But for Dex, those few words carried weight. Trina heard them for what they were—not evasion, not dismissal, but the closest he could come to admitting she mattered to him.
Her eyes widened slightly at the answer, then curved with mirth. She let out a sudden laugh, warm and surprised.
Dex frowned slightly, confused. "What's so funny?"
"I've just never seen that expression on your face before," she said, still laughing gently. "You looked… awkward. Almost like a teenage boy being caught with a love letter."
"I did not," Dex said dryly, turning his face to her.
"You totally did," Trina teased. "For someone who's always so composed, seeing you like that is strangely satisfying."
Looking at the other person who was trying hard to suppress a smile, Dex felt a little embarrassed. Just as he was about to get up and Just as his feet touched the floor, he stopped mid-motion—something flickering across his face. A decision made in a split second. He seemed to have thought of something.
He turned around, bent slightly toward her, and whispered in a voice that was barely audible over the rustle of the curtains, "There's something you should know."
Trina blinked, curious. "What is it?"
Dex's expression was unreadable again, but something shifted in his gaze—something ancient, heavy, and laced with shadows. His tone changed, too. It was quieter. Measured.
"I'm not actually human," he said simply. "I'm a demon."
The words hung in the air like a stone dropped into still water. Trina's breath caught in her throat, and her smile faded as she processed what he'd just said.
Before she could speak—before she could even begin to wrap her head around the confession—Dex turned away again. This time, he didn't hesitate. He strode out of the room without another glance, leaving behind the warmth of the bed and the scent of shared intimacy.
Trina sat upright, the sheets clutched around her, her heart pounding—not out of fear, maybe there was a little fear—but also something more complicated. Her lips parted, as though to call out after him, but no words came.
She had suspected for a long time that Dex wasn't ordinary. No normal man moved like that, thought like that, or carried such ancient knowledge in his eyes. But hearing the truth spoken aloud—it shook something in her.
Outside, Dex stepped into the courtyard. The early morning sunlight bathed the stone floor in gold. Birds chirped faintly in the trees, and a soft breeze stirred the branches. It was a beautiful day—too beautiful, almost, for a man who had just admitted to being something not entirely mortal.
He stood still, eyes lifted toward the sky. From a distance, he looked perfectly calm, the very picture of stoic control. His posture was relaxed, his expression unreadable, and no trace of emotion lingered on his face.
But within his mind, chaos churned.
For the first time in a long while, Dex felt uncertain.
Not because of who he was—but because of what she might now see when she looked at him.
Would she fear him? Hate him? Run?
Or worse—pity him?
He had revealed a piece of truth that he didn't think he would reveal, and now all he could do was wait... and wonder what would come next.
Standing in the courtyard outside the house, looking at the sun in the sky, Dex's face seemed to have regained its former calmness.
But no one knows what is in his mind.
And back in the bedroom, Trina sat in silence, staring at the empty doorway, her heart beating a little faster than before—not with fear, but with curiosity.
And maybe something else.
Something that even she didn't quite understand yet.