Come and Cry at My Funeral - Chapter 142
Freesia bit her lip and struggled, while Izar leisurely watched the shepherdess’s attempts.
Surprisingly… her posture was good.
‘Now that I think about it, she continues to amaze me.’
Stubborn and bold, she had provocatively confronted him when they first met.
Even while blushing, she always had a response, making his heart melt.
‘Maybe this is what they call lovable.’
The thought crossed his mind, and the hand on her waist tightened.
“…Your Grace?”
Freesia looked up at him, startled, with wide eyes. Izar lifted her chin and kissed her lips.
Gently, without being intimidating.
Already trapped in his embrace, Freesia let out a few surprised breaths before parting her lips.
It had started as a soft kiss, but as their tongues intertwined, the suppressed heat began to escape.
‘Damn it.’
Seeing Freesia, who matched his movements with soft moans, made his blood boil.
Her lovely face. The presence that was enchanting from head to toe…
Unable to hold back his emotions any longer, Izar lightly bit Freesia’s ear. The earrings he had given her quivered delicately.
At that moment, the bow and quiver fell to the ground. Freesia’s arms had lost strength, unable to withstand the stimulation.
Now Izar nuzzled her neck, mocking softly.
“I didn’t even punish you for poaching and gave you new arrows.”
“Haa, ugh.”
“Am I not the one losing out here?”
Freesia shuddered at the touch of his lips on her tender skin, panting heavily.
“I’ll… I’ll take the punishment.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
From the moment he kissed her, her mind was already a sticky mess. The wetness between her thighs made her knees tremble.
Their first time had been so frightening and still painful. Yet, when Izar touched her, she wanted to sink into the sweet heat.
‘Even if I’m called obscene, I can’t deny it.’
But if this happiness was like a rainbow that would fade in the sunlight, she wanted to seduce him one last time.
With trembling hands, Freesia fumbled with the front of her dress. The ribbon fastening the dress came loose easily with a single pull.
“Here and now.”
* * *
The ceiling of the gazebo, tucked away in the most secluded part of the courtyard, swayed faintly before her eyes.
It started when he took one of her brxxsts into his mouth, his tongue teasing the nxxple.
“Ah, ah. Mmh…!”
The white linen dress parted at the chest like a discarded butterfly’s shell. Her exposed collarbone and upper chest were already covered in love bites.
Freesia twisted her body to allow Izar to suck and explore more deeply. Though her dress hid her, she shamelessly spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist.
She felt like a shepherdess seducing a lord into the forest. Honestly, aside from the setting, it wasn’t far from the truth.
‘But I’m his wife.’
So, it was different from her mother, who was humiliated for sleeping with a man outside of marriage.
A little lewdness once should be acceptable. Enough to wet his hand sliding over her entrance.
“How long have you been this wet?”
“S-Since you kissed me…”
“You said you were swollen and in pain.”
“Ah…!”
The long dress skirt was lifted, and her least tanned skin was exposed to him.
Shadows from the gazebo ceiling and nearby branches fell over her, but the glistening moisture on her exposed flesh was unmistakably clear.
Before she could cover herself in embarrassment.
“Wait, what are you…! Ah!”
Izar’s dark hair dipped down, and his tongue touched her entrance.
Just like when he had kissed her, he parted her wet folds, pressing deeper swiftly.
“No, don’t, ugh!”
Her plea to stop because it was dirty turned into a muddled moan.
No matter how much she clawed at his hair and twisted her body, his grip on her thighs only tightened.
The greedy lapping at her swollen entrance, the movement of his throat swallowing every drop of her arousal.
Then his firm nose and wet tongue stimulated her clxt.
“Mmh…! Nn, ugh.”
The sensation of falling, like losing her footing on a hill, made Freesia pant like an animal driven to its end.
She hadn’t expected such wanton exploration between her legs despite being the one to initiate seduction.
Desperately trying to regain her senses, she clutched at the dress skirt or scratched the gazebo floor.
But at some point, unable to bear the intense tingling, she twisted her body and begged him.
“No, please, stop…!”
Her pleading voice sounded like an ecstatic cry even to her own ears. Izar lifted himself at her entreaty.
“Hah, Freesia.”
Despite seducing him with the promise of punishment, she couldn’t endure a bit of pleasure, her face contorting in agony.
He removed his hands from her body and commanded.
“Turn around.”
He too had been aroused long before they reached this place. As Freesia weakly lowered her head, she turned and knelt, exposing her wet v***a.
Though her lips were trembling from being stretched to their limit, her soaked opening accepted his intrusion. The sensation of being filled completely made her claw at the ground and sob.
“Ah…! Ah!”
“Haa…”
Amidst her desperate moans, the sound of their rough friction filled the air. Both breathed heavily, overwhelmed by the pleasure.
But suddenly, gripped by fear, Freesia scratched at his arms, struggling.
“Your Grace, ah, please.”
“Freesia?”
At her frantic touch, Izar, who was losing his mind, stopped his movements and hugged her.
Unlike when he had teased her earlier, she was genuinely trembling with fear.
“No, hiic, I hate this position…”
“Hate it? Because it hurts?”
“It feels good, but…”
Freesia bit her lip hard to dispel her foolish fear.
“I’m scared, Your Grace.”
As if she had once been held in this position with a feeling of utter despair.
