Bridal Lessons - Chapter 32
The explicit caressing of her nether regions made Rosen’s vision blur. Seeing her reflection in the mirror above, exposed in such a humiliating state, was enough to drive her mad.
Yet, her body, now awakening to pleasure, responded easily, becoming increasingly wet. His thick fingers explored her insides, increasing in number, filling her. When he found her sensitive spot inside, Rosen involuntarily jerked.
“See? You’re clenching around my fingers.”
“Ah, stop…”
“Your hair is soaked too.”
“No, please… let me go…”
“Even though it feels good, you’re still thinking of running away?”
Iscarion whispered, slowly rubbing her tiny, throbbing clxxxris as she trembled with a faint climax. He then thrust three slick fingers into her, moving them deeply for a while.
“If I fill you completely with myself, maybe you’ll stop thinking about running away?”
He laid Rosen down, who was trembling with pleasure, and grabbed his erxct member. The dark red head glistened intimidatingly with precum. He lightly caressed the wet, embarrassed slit between her legs as he spoke.
“I’m going to fxck you now.”
“…No, please!”
“Relax. If you tense up, it’ll hurt more.”
He positioned the tip of his slick, throbbing member at her entrance, teasing her for a moment before thrusting in. The thick, rounded head pushed into the narrow entrance like a stake.
The intense pain of being split in two made Rosen thrash, but he did not let go.
“Nnngh, please… it—huuuff—it hurts…”
“Bear it. Crying won’t help now.”
“Please, brother! Wait, no, ah…”
I should never have coddled you from the start.
On the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, returning from the temple, I should have made her suck me in the carriage.
But in reality? Complaining about the length of the priest’s speech, I’d given her a damn piece of chocolate.
“I’m hungry, Brother!”
Recalling her flushed face as she ran to the waiting carriage, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Iscarion engraved himself deep inside her, gritting his teeth at the tightness.
“Ah…”
Rosen’s vision blurred with heat. The sensation was like a red-hot rod being thrust into her, the pain making her unable to scream. She had never taken a man before, her pure flesh now invaded by an organ almost like a weapon. The massive member pried open her delicate inner walls, causing inevitable damage as it fully penetrated her.
“Huu.”
Iscarion exhaled, his brow furrowed at the overwhelming pressure gripping him. Her tear-filled rose-colored eyes were full of helplessness. He paused, reaching out to wipe her tear-streaked face.
“Does it hurt?”
Rosen nodded, sobbing. The pain had lessened slightly as her body gradually adapted to the thick intrusion, but she still trembled violently.
Although he had resolved not to be lenient, Rosen was his only weakness. Seeing her cry made his lower half harder, but also strangely pained his heart.
Pain in his heart? He had never felt this with anyone else.
Stroking her soft, wet cheek, Iscarion tried to suppress his urge to come right there.
“Don’t cry.”
“…”
“Relax your muscles and breathe slowly.”
Iscarion reached between her legs, feeling the wet fur around her folds. The delicate flesh around the expanded entrance stretched taut. Her cute, swollen clxxxris pulsed under his touch. The secret, intimate space, connected lewdly to him, was more moist and tender than he had ever imagined.
It felt like sinking into hot, sticky chocolate cream. If he hadn’t ejaculated repeatedly into her mouth earlier, could he have withstood the urge to come the moment he penetrated her? Her tiny hole quivered, barely accommodating him, making him feel both sympathy and arousal.
Since this pain was inevitable, it was better for her to get used to it quickly. Moving slowly, he thrust back and forth, massaging the stretched perineum until it loosened. He carefully stimulated her swollen clxxxris and heated entrance, ensuring she felt every touch. The joy of finally having the woman he had waited so long for mingled with the bitterness of not having her heart completely.
However, if he didn’t bind her to him this way, he would surely go mad. Iscarion spread her pale thighs wide, burying himself deeper inside her, lost in a mix of misery and ecstasy.
