Bridal Lessons - Chapter 15
Rosen’s secret entrance was remarkably moist. Iscarion gently massaged the narrow entrance until more moisture seeped out. As he inserted his finger, he encountered resistance almost immediately but persisted by rotating his wrist gently. After much effort, he managed to fully insert one finger, feeling a tight squeeze from all sides as if the small opening was trying to devour his finger.
“…This won’t do.”
“Your Highness, we aren’t exactly a perfect match…”
“Don’t worry. I’ll stretch you every day until your pxssy fits my cxck perfectly.”
His fully erxct member was clearly visible even through his specially tailored pants, designed with more room on the right side to accommodate his size. The solution was simple: he just needed to widen her enough to accommodate him.
“…Though it might take some time.”
Suppressing his growing impatience, Iscarion kept the number of fingers in her constant but adjusted his approach. He inserted his longest finger and brought his thumb up to Rosen’s slightly swollen clxxxris. He gently rubbed the area until it fully engorged, causing the entrance to clench rhythmically around his finger.
This time, he carefully massaged the frenulum under her clxt. Being completely inexperienced, Rosen was far more sensitive to touches on her protruding parts like her nxxples and clxxxris rather than internal stimulation. Even in her sleep, she twitched and whimpered adorably whenever he touched those sensitive spots.
“Here?”
“Mm, ha…”
“Does this feel good, Rosie?”
“Ah, mnngh…”
Rosen whimpered like a kitten as he teased her clxxxris, her body trembling and reacting to the sensations. His patience stretched thin as he watched her pale brxxsts rise and fall, her pink nxxples stiffening with every touch.
“Ah, ha!”
He relished the sweet sound, far better than any aria, and persistently stimulated her tiny clxxxris. Her legs stretched and curled in response to the pleasurable sensations, while his finger moved slowly inside her. Rubbing the sensitive frenulum, her pale thighs quivered. Despite her deep sleep, she contracted around his finger, making him smile.
As Rosen’s breathing became increasingly ragged, Iscarion’s blood rushed downwards. His swollen, erxct member had become unbearably uncomfortable. Finally reaching his limit, he withdrew his wet finger from Rosen’s core.
“Huu…”
He glanced around and noticed the clothes he had stripped off Rosen earlier. Without hesitation, he picked up the small piece of fabric that had been covering her most intimate area all day. Bringing it to his face, he deeply inhaled her scent from the faint stains.
Breathing in her essence, he felt a strange relief, as if surfacing from underwater. Yet, the aching need in his lower body remained unrelieved. Quickly unbuttoning his trousers, his massive erxction sprang free.
Positioning Rosen’s legs to fully expose her, Iscarion spread them wide. Having ingested potent liquor and sleep-inducing herbs, Rosen slept soundly, unaware of her nakedness and the intimate view he had of her.
“Ah, Rosen.”
“Mmm, ha…”
The little wings of her entrance, slightly parted from his earlier ministrations, revealed a moist, pink interior. Observing the few blush-colored areas on her otherwise pale body made his throat feel dry again.
Iscarion began to stroke his throbbing member with one hand while bringing his other hand, still wet from her juices, to his mouth.
