Droit du Seigneur: His Lordship's Right of the First Night - Chapter 0
Prologue
The woman was holding back tears.
Since the moment she was led to the bed and her clothes were removed one by one.
Richard looked down at the slender, trembling, pale naked body beneath him.
She made no sound except for her ragged breaths, but seeing her the redness around her eyes reminded him of the day she first came to offer herself to him.
Even then, she had the same expression. The day she had to come to the castle reluctantly, just before her wedding to her beloved, to stand before him, the lord who would exercise the right of the first night.
“Haa, ah…”
Her delicate body looked like it would break with just a little pressure. As she took short breaths, her chest rose and fell, catching his gaze.
While the rest of her body had almost no plumpness, this part was plump, with reddish marks on her immaculately fair skin, naturally drawing his attention.
Richard grasped her fair, round brxxsts and looked at the red marks his hands had left.
A body that easily showed marks. But what meaning was there in claiming ownership over her with these temporary signs? Whether made by hands or by mouth, they were futile marks that would disappear in a few days.
In any case, the person who truly owned her was not him, who was indulging in her body under the pretense of hierarchy, but the man who had engraved himself in the pure and noble heart of Louise.
“…Louise.”
When he glanced down at her not yet fully wet area, she blushed and covered herself with her hands. She seemed unwilling to show him between her widely spread legs.
Hiding his bitterness, Richard tried to soothe Louise.
As he bent down to kiss her while holding her and patting her, she turned her head away to avoid him. He tried to tilt his head again, but Louise avoided his face once more. Her thin voice, full of sobs, pierced his ears as she shook her head in refusal.
“Just, do it….”
“…….”
“Something like kissing isn’t important.”
“Louise.”
When he showed signs of not giving up and trying again, Louise moved her hands, which had been covering below, up to cover her lips.
After stripping her, Richard had spread her legs wide so she couldn’t close them, exposing her entrance completely. The thin petals parted due to the position, revealing the small twitching hole and the red flesh within.
“Ugh, ah….”
Still young and with him being her only experience, she couldn’t bear the shame of exposing herself. Moreover, the bedroom was brightly lit by candles.
Judging by her reddened face, she wasn’t without embarrassment. But seeing that she refused to lower her hands covering her lips, it seemed this was better for her. Without even asking to turn off the candles, did it mean she didn’t want to speak to him?
To Richard, it felt like a roundabout refusal, indicating she would give her body but not her heart.
“Ha, Louise.”
“…Mmph!”
Richard impulsively thrust his fingers deep inside her. When he inserted his overlapped index and middle fingers and moved them back and forth, he felt a tight friction from her still not fully wet insides.
Though it must have hurt, Louise, who had stiffened her hole in surprise at the initial intrusion, showed no further reaction. He didn’t want to hurt her, and seeing her small face lying there in resignation was even more painful, so he quickly withdrew his hand.
“Hic! Ah, no…”
Instead, he grabbed her white thighs and buried his face between them. As he brushed his lips over the soft, tender flesh of her inner thigh and swept his tongue over her labia, Louise showed a reaction, though it was still a sound of refusal.
Sucking on her slightly swollen clxxxris and sliding down to her perineum, he stimulated her thoroughly. He circled his tongue around her twitching entrance, which now became quite wet.
Feeling her becoming moist enough for a slick sound, his conflicted heart eased a bit, but then he noticed her eyes were just as wet with tears, and he felt even more miserable.
“Oh, ah, hic! No, stop, please, ugh…!”
With his tongue pointed, he penetrated her hole and moved back and forth like a man’s member, and Louise showed clear signs of rejection. She seemed to genuinely dislike it, crying out loud and trying to push him away.
Ignoring her desperate attempts, Richard held her inner thighs tightly apart and targeted the spot where she was most sensitive with his tongue tip. The weakest spot on Louise, known only to him.
“Ugh, please… Hic, ah, no! Just, if you just do it… Ahh!”
As she twisted her hips, stimulated repeatedly in her most sensitive spot, Louise eventually climaxed, her clxxxris swelling with arousal. Her pale body trembled and convulsed slightly below. Though she whimpered again in shame, she would never know.
The one who felt the most ashamed was himself, forcing himself on a woman who harbored feelings for another man. Despite this, he found her forcibly tasted sweetness to be maddeningly intoxicating, the scent that permeated his lungs making him feel euphoric as if drugged.
He felt a mix of anger and desperation, wanting to hold her and question her, but also a desire to soothe her, and if nothing worked, he was ready to kneel and beg.
He wanted to plead for her to leave her husband and come to him, or at least make him her lover, but seeing her tear-soaked, shaking face, he couldn’t.
This was all he could do.
“Hup, ah…!”
“Ugh.”
Richard pulled her intermittently trembling white thighs toward him, adjusted his position, and buried himself deeply inside Louise. Despite her body trying to push him away, her resilient, wet insides enveloped his swollen member.
From the start, he thrust vigorously, delving into the deepest part of the woman who would soon marry another man and become his wife.
But he already realized at that moment that no matter what he did, he would never reach her heart.
