Bridal Lessons - Chapter 74
Rosen glanced sideways at his noticeably swollen lower body.
“Your… your cxck… it hurts so much… feels like it’s going to burst, okay?”
“It’s not even mine! Why should I care if it bursts or not…?”
Despite her harsh words, the sight of his tight pants straining around his thigh looked genuinely painful. Moreover, it was difficult to flatly refuse a handsome man who looked angelic and noble but was begging so desperately, regardless of the shameless wrongs he had done.
Knowing the immense pleasure that his imposing bulge could bring, Rosen hesitated for a moment but soon steadied herself and shook her head resolutely.
“If you want to do it so badly, do it by yourself.”
“By myself?”
“Yes! Show me how you do it alone!”
“Alright.”
She had expected him to refuse shamefully, but he surprisingly nodded calmly. Iscarion glanced around, picked up one of Rosen’s stockings from the edge of the seat, and moved to the opposite seat. Rosen wanted to snatch it back, wondering why he took her stocking, but he was holding it so preciously that she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Before he could even fully undo his trousers, his swollen erxctixn burst out over his pants. Haah… Iscarion seemed relieved, letting out a low sigh as he grasped his rigid, engorged cxck and started stroking it.
“Rosie… ha, Rosie.”
“…”
“Ugh, mmmh.”
With narrowed eyes, he gazed at her as his hand moved faster, stroking his aroused member roughly. His large hand, clutching her rolled-up stocking, enveloped his p***s and rubbed it, pressing his thick thumb against the swollen tip.
Rosen unconsciously gulped as she remembered the pleasant sensation of those bulging veins scraping against her sensitive inner walls.
“Rosie, haah… I love you.”
She had demanded he pleasure himself in front of her to humiliate him, yet Rosen felt strangely exposed. Hearing her name in his usual but deeper, rougher voice felt like an intimate caress.
She thought watching someone mxstxrbxte would be disgusting, but instead, it was irresistibly seductive.
While Iscarion let out a low sigh and pleasured himself, Rosen’s arousal grew even wetter than before.
“Haa, Rosie.”
A short while later, Iscarion let out a low groan, stiffening his upper body as he came. Rosen’s dove-gray stocking was stained with sticky, white fluid. She stared at him, forgetting to be angry, mesmerized by his tightly clenched jaw and neck.
“Rosen.”
When she turned her head at the sound of her name, he was already right beside her. Iscarion looked up at her more desperately than before. Despite having just climaxed, his p***s was once again fully erxct.
“Please… Please let me, hm?”
“No! Is that how you ask for something?”
“Please, allow me to enter you, my Princess Rosénia.”
“Say it properly. Tell me exactly where and how you want it.”
“Please let my filthy cxck enter your noble and beautiful wellspring.”
“What?”
Rosen almost burst out laughing at his words. Laughing at such vulgar words surely meant something was wrong with her. However, his serious tone and deep voice made it both awkward and oddly fitting.
Struggling to maintain her haughty expression, she tilted her chin up and asked,
“Do you have protection on you?”
“I drank a potion— this morning.”
Iscarion quickly responded.
“…This morning?”
“The only thing I think about constantly is the time you might forgive me. I’ve been preparing every day.”
Though she was tempted to scold him for being a pervert who thought of such things daily, her body was already heated and ready, so Rosen nodded slightly.
As he carefully supported her nape and laid her on the carriage seat, Rosen added haughtily,
“This doesn’t mean I’m forgiving you, so don’t get it wrong.”
“Yes, I understand.”
His body, firm as a marble statue, felt pleasantly solid as it pressed against her. Gradually melting beneath him, Rosen soon sank into overwhelming pleasure.
His skillful hands caressed her swollen, wet s-x gently. Soon, the thick head of his cxck parted her folds and penetrated her. The heavy member scratched her favorite spots inside, filling her completely. The thick s***t filled every small gap, making Rosen feel overwhelmed with a sense of fullness.
“Ha… ah, ugh!”
“Ha, I love you, love you, my Rosie.”
“Ah, mmm! Higher, more, ah, ah!”
“I love you…”
The grand carriage was now speeding down a smooth, sunlit road, yet it continued to shake violently for quite some time.
