Bridal Lessons - Chapter 59
VIII. Shackled Bride
“Unngh, ah, AH! Wait, just a moment, haah…!”
“Rosie, huu…”
When she regained consciousness, Rosen was still beneath Iscarion, who was moving rapidly. Her body was completely flipped over, her upper half pressed flat against the sheets, and her pale white bxttxcks raised high in an embarrassing position.
As she lifted her head, the walnut headboard of the bed came into view. Her slender arms were stretched above her head, tied together, making it impossible for her to move.
Not just her bound arms, but her entire body was immobile. She had lost count of how many times they had done it—the area between her legs was burning and wet as if she had urinated. His large member continued its relentless thrusts, the entrance left wide open and throbbing.
Each time he pushed in from behind, a thrilling sensation shot up her spine. As the thick rod penetrated her belly, a high-pitched scream escaped from Rosen’s lips.
“Haah, ugh.”
“Ah, haaangh! I think I’m going to, aah, hicc…”
The thick member pierced through her, endlessly spreading her wide, mercilessly stirring her insides. The intense sensation made her delicate body tremble and soft moans flow out.
Iscarion, noticing she had woken up, intensified his movements. The position allowed him to go deeper, and his pounding thrusts forced her into a series of inescapable climaxes. When he reached forward to part her hair and rub her clxxxris, the pleasure intensified even more.
“Ah, ah! Stop! Not that deep, please, uuck!”
“Raise you’re a-s properly.”
“Haah, aaah!”
Smack!
His firm hand struck her bxttxcks, which were losing balance and collapsing. The red handprint left on her pale skin was pitifully swollen. Iscarion pressed his lower body tightly against hers, as if marking her insides, pounding hard. His veiny, bulging member seemed to carve itself into the wrinkled inner walls, making it hard for Rosen to breathe.
Clutching the sheets with her small hands, she tried to crawl away, but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.
“Ugh! Ah! Ahngh! Please, don’t, hiic! I don’t want this!”
“I told you to stay still.”
“J…Just a moment! Not there, please, no, ah!”
As she tried to escape again, her peach-like bxttxcks were grabbed and lifted high by his large hand, splitting open like a fruit. The shameful feeling of having not only their connected part but also the more embarrassing hole between her bxttxcks exposed made Rosen shake her head in mortification.
Iscarion used his fingers to gather the slick juices from her stretched entrance and applied them to her pink a**l area. Watching her tiny, clenched ring fearfully twitch, he pressed his finger into the center like a punishment.
“Ah! Don’t, ah, hnngh, ah!”
“If one finger isn’t enough, just be quiet.”
“Ah, haah…”
His finger, much longer and thicker than her own, thrust into her rear, filling it. Rosen let out breathy moans of shame and squirmed. He fixed his finger inside her tight entrance and pounded harder into her.
His inserted finger and the thick member scraping her sensitive inner walls brushed against each other, separated by only a thin membrane. The firm head of his cxck and the hard pads of his fingertips stimulated both holes at once, causing a sensation so intense that Rosen’s entire body shivered.
She wanted to reject such a bizarre act, but her body, conditioned to pleasure, welcomed it eagerly. Her mind clearly felt disgusted and wanted to resist, but her sensory cells, realizing their purpose, rejoiced in ecstasy.
Was it an impossible dream to think of building a future with Iscarion, sharing opinions and respecting each other as partners? Was it unrealistic to hope for anything more than being his bed partner, a vessel for his desires?
Warm liquid gushed into her heated inner walls, making her shiver as she climaxed again. Iscarion let out a low sigh as he leaned over her.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes, ugh, yes…”
Rosen, lying helplessly without even covering her pale naked body, felt his face press between her thighs. His soft tongue began to thoroughly lick her soaked lower parts. As his warm tongue licked around her heated entrance and the smaller hole above it, Rosen’s body, a mixture of shame and pleasure, trembled helplessly. She felt that even if he changed his mind and let her go now, she wouldn’t be able to stand properly.
Squelching sounds filled the air as he sucked on one of her folds, releasing it with a pop. After licking away all the fluids that covered her genitals, Iscarion stood up with a satisfied look. A light-colored hair stuck to the corner of his well-shaped lips. He slowly removed it while making eye contact, causing Rosen to feel a surge of tears, making her face look like she wanted to cry.
Rosénia, Rosen, Rosie…
My everything, my beloved.
“…Rosie.”
He whispered, nibbling on her ear, but the exhausted Rosen couldn’t hear him.
