Bridal Lessons - Chapter 40
“Ahnngh, mmh! No, aah, don’t…!”
A little while ago, asking him to let her go had been the spark. He had seemed to be in a good mood, but the moment Rosen said that, his demeanor darkened. She was thrown onto the bed, her clothes ripped off, and since then, she had been in this state, begging as he thrust into her relentlessly.
Succumbing again to the sensations rippling through her body, a shiver ran through her lower half. As soon as she felt herself tighten from arousal and her uterus pushed by the pressure, he quickly pulled out his thick member and let it rest against her clxxxris. At the same time, he rapidly rubbed her sensitive urethral opening with his fingers, causing Rosen to tremble violently. With a cry like a cat’s mewl, a thin stream of fluid spurted out, and her urethra tasted the pleasure of a cool release.
Thrust, thrust!
“Hiic, anng, ah! No, hnnngh…”
“Kgh, ha…”
The colorless liquid that spurted out soaked the bed sheets, splattered onto Iscarion’s smooth cheek, and even reached the mirror installed on the ceiling. As he secured his still erxct member and threw a gown over his sturdy body, he looked down at Rosen, who was panting heavily.
Her body, fair and covered in his traces, and her eyes, red and swollen, were quite a sight.
“You came a lot again.”
“Aah…”
“Should I say you have a lot of energy?”
He lifted her legs and ostentatiously wiped her groin with a dry cloth, pointing to the ceiling. Seeing the mirror spattered with her own fluids, Rosen’s small face turned red. How will I ever clean that…? She tried to avoid his gaze, but his low murmuring voice pierced her ears.
Unable to resist due to the harsh s-x and the intense aftershocks of pleasure, Rosen remained in a state of helplessness for a while. During this time, he left the room and returned with food.
“If there’s nothing more to come out, shall we eat?”
“…”
“Come on, since you’ve been squirting everywhere, you need to replenish.”
He cut the well-cooked bacon into bite-sized pieces and brought a glass of freshly squeezed juice right in front of her. Rosen, her white body covered by the sheets, angrily slapped his kind hand away. She glared at Iscarion with a furious face.
“Hurry up and eat. What if you pass out from dehydration?”
“Liar! You’re just feeding me well to do more dirty things.”
“Ah, you caught me.”
Half-true, he couldn’t deny it completely, and Iscarion laughed softly. Her effort to hide her flushed face and the way she glared with her round eyes only aroused his lust more, making him want to tease her further.
“You’re quite sharp.”
“…Pervert.”
“You enjoy it too.”
“…”
He responded lightly, patting Rosen’s head. Thanks to their satisfying relationship, Iscarion seemed to be in a much better mood than before.
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Despite his words, which fueled her shame, his hands gently brought cool water to her lips. He fed her the food from the tray, all of which were things Rosen liked, cutting it into bite-sized pieces and putting it into her mouth. Rosen looked blankly at the vase on the table, which held her favorite flowers.
On the bed, he forced all sorts of shameful things on her, making her cry and pushing her harshly, but outside of those times, their relationship was no different from before. If anything, he seemed even more considerate. Unlike the times when they lived like close siblings, now he bathed her daily and personally changed her clothes.
Even on the day he first took her, Iscarion, not like someone who had confined and forcibly taken her, didn’t do anything until her swollen insides had recovered. He applied ointment to her battered petals twice a day with delicate hands and held her close until the stinging pain stopped and her sobs quieted. The disparity in his behavior left Rosen confused.
“Mm…”
“Did you sleep well?”
Warm body heat touched Rosen’s back as she woke suddenly. His low voice, like a sigh, tickled her neck as his large hand reached around to caress her fair brxxst. The member that had filled her all night stirred heavily inside her, asserting its presence.
To sleep so soundly without dreams in such a ridiculous situation… The saying that humans are creatures of adaptation seemed not to be wrong.
Both of them were naked. Iscarion pressed his lips firmly against her pale skin. He left gentle sensations on her round shoulders, the nape of her neck, and the hollow behind her ear.
As Rosen struggled to free herself, Iscarion followed her movements and finally withdrew his member from her entrance. Feeling the warm liquid trickling down her thighs, Rosen hurriedly pressed her legs together.
