Tangled By Fate

Under Vincent's coaxing, Catherine stared at him with confusion. She could barely process his words. "I… I don't know how…"

She couldn't think straight. Her body parts were moving on their own as if she wasn't any part of them. She had no control over her body.

Vincent was impatient. He gently urged her, "Take a deep breath… slowly… Yes, you are doing great. Take another deep breath…"

Once Catherine's focus went to something else, her fold loosened up a bit. He could slip his finger freely. His finger slid all the way inside. 

When she realized what happened, her focus immediately shifted to the finger. Her tight walls clasped around his finger tightly.

Vincent's middle finger was already inside. He could feel his tightness. He began to sweat. 

The inner walls squeezing his finger were hot. Though he had only inserted his middle finger, her walls quivered and clenched around it so tightly.

He thought, 'What will happen when she wraps around me like this when I'm inside her?' Just thinking about that made his dick hard.

He knew a virgin's hole was super tight when no one ever touched this area. Being able to be the first person doing this to the woman underneath him, he was thrilled.

While kissing her mouth, he directly teased her flower core. He thrust his middle finger fiercely, going in and out with a great force. 

He used the thumb of the same hand to play with the small pearl above the hole.

His attention was concentrated on her entrance, where the tightening and loosening motions were repeated whenever the stimulus on her bud was applied.

"Hnnn…" Catherine's breathing quickened. She bit her lips, trying to restrain her moans. 

She was losing her senses from his rapid movement. Her lovely body intensely trembled as a huge amount of nectar overflowed out of her sweet hole.

Vincent's finger accelerated the speed of thrusting while his other hand continuously teased her small mound that had hardened. It had turned red under his continuous assault.

"Catherine, do you hear it? The sound?" he asked all of a sudden.

Confused, Catherine tilted her head. She tried to focus on what sound he was talking about. It was hard to concentrate when her sensitive spots were being touched like that.

It took her a lot of effort to do that. Once she did, she heard something wet. It was an unfamiliar sound that repeated continuously.

Vincent observed her puzzled expression and chuckled. "This wet sound is being caused by us. Whenever my finger moves inside you, we produce the sound along with your love juice."

As he explained, he thrust faster, and the wet sounds also quickened. 

Catherine's face was completely flushed. She had never thought this kind of obscene sound could be produced by her own body. 

Vincent was enticed when he saw her writhing under him. He hurried his pace as she jolted in pleasure. His finger explored inside her walls, touching and pressing them only to feel her.

Catherine's leg muscles trembled violently before more juices gushed out. Let out an unrestrained moan at the same time. Her vision became white.

She had climaxed.

The sensation she was feeling, she could never explain it. As if something that was building inside her for a long time had been released. She felt tired. Her chest rose up and went down rapidly.

Vincent let out a sigh of contentment. He was glad that he was able to make her cum with his finger. He smiled and kissed her face lovingly.

Soon after, he pulled out her hand, leaving her honey hole empty. His finger was completely drenched with her love juice. When he pulled out, some juice licked out from her sweet hole.

Afterward, he kissed her lips passionately as a reward.

Catherine, who had no strength left, moved her lips to respond to his kisses. However, her movement was slow.

While kissing her, Vincent was ready to take another step when someone banged on the wall beside the bed. 

"Yo! Lovebirds, keep it down. I'm trying to sleep here!"

Startled, both Catherine and Vincent jumped. 

Catherine had no idea that the walls were so thin in the motel. They could practically hear everything clearly from what their neighbor said.

Her dizziness was gone, and her head became clearer. 'If I can hear him clearly, he can hear us too, doesn't he?'

The moment she thought about that, blood rushed on her face. She was so embarrassed that she turned her body and pressed her face on the pillow.

When Vincent saw her expression and action, his shoulders dropped. He knew he couldn't go further when she was regretting doing that in a motel. He got up and covered her body with the comforter. 

"Let's stop here for tonight," he whispered in her ear. "Once you come to my place, let's continue where we left off." 

He noticed her ear twitch. He snickered and pecked on her ear before leaving the room, giving her some time and space to calm down.

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Meanwhile, in the tower, everyone had found out about Aria's crime and punishment. 

The female magicians had become vigilant. They didn't dare to fantasize about Arthur anymore. Whenever they tried to, they recalled Aria's punishment and stopped themselves from thinking of Arthur.

To ease up the atmosphere, Veronica arranged a game in the arena. All senior and junior level magicians could play there. 

The audience screamed louder as the magicians inside the ring desperately fought each other.

Veronica stayed there and enjoyed the fight. 

At some point, Dave Morton came forward and greeted her. "Mistress, it has been a while. Are you doing well?"

Veronica smiled at him. "Yes, it has been a while. I'm doing well. How are you?"

"I'm great. I heard what happened. Is Miss Catherine okay? I didn't see her all day."

"She is resting. I didn't want her to overwork after what she had gone through. No one would feel well after being chased by murderers."

"That is true. I wonder what made Aria think she could get away with it when Catherine was working under Second Master Ovior."

"I was wondering the same thing. I guess women in love do crazy things."

"It doesn't just generalize to women. When men are in love, they do the craziest things in the world. Our Master is a good example."

Realizing that he was talking about Arthur summoning the Devil, Veronica became quiet.

As she became quiet, Dave Morton understood that she didn't want to talk about it in public. He changed his subject. "I haven't seen Master and Second Master. Are they busy?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen them for a while either." As she talked about them, Veronica wondered where they had gone. It's like, they suddenly vanished.

"Excuse me," excusing herself, she left that place and headed to Arthur's office. She searched for him in every corner, but he was nowhere. Afterward, she went to Ovior's room. 

Usually, Ovior would work till late at night. Tonight, he wasn't at his working table.

"Ovior, are you here?" she called out. Just like Arthur's office, Ovior's office was huge. There were multiple shelves and it was hard to see everything at one glance from one place. 

She roamed around and looked for them. In the end, she found them in the corner. They were sitting on the floor. Several empty bottles were rolling in front of them.

Veronica was speechless. It was the first time she had seen those two in disheveled shape. Especially Ovior. This composed guy loosened up his collar and unbuttoned his uniform, exposing a small part of his solid chest.

'Ooo! I didn't know Ovior had muscles. I've never seen his chest. I never saw him practice martial arts. How did he gain so many muscles?' she wondered as she stood there.

Ovior might have noticed someone's presence. He slowly opened his eyes and raised his head. He spotted Veronica in front of them.

In his drunken state, her figure and red hair reminded him of someone he had sealed for a long time. He stared at her in a daze. He forgot to blink.

"Ovior, are you okay?" Veronica asked in concern. Since he was drunk, his behavior was out of his character.

Ovior finally let out a breath. 'This is not her. This is Arthur's wife,' his mind told him. He rubbed his eyes and asked to confirm, "Veronica, is that you?"

"Yes, it is me." Veronica came closer and crouched in front of her husband. She looked at Ovior and asked, "Are you all right, Ovior? Should I help you?"

'It's not her. So, what's the point?' Ovior shook his head. "No, you can leave with this bastard. I want to stay here alone."

At his curse, Veronica realized that he wasn't happy with Arthur for some reason. 

She pondered, 'Did something happen between them? But then why are they drinking together? Maybe I will ask later.'

She pushed Arthur but he wouldn't budge. "Arthur, wake up. Let's go to our room. Don't bother Ovior."

"Zzzz…" Arthur was so heavily drunk that he didn't hear that she was calling him.

Veronica began to slap his face. "Wake up, Arthur! Wake up!"

"Slap him more. Harsher and harder…"