Droit du Seigneur: His Lordship's Right of the First Night - Chapter 35
“Done, you say?”
“Ah… my lord! What are you doing? And I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while… wouldn’t it be better to put this away when we’re in bed?”
Confused by his seemingly angry reaction, Louise reached for the ‘weapon’ that poked her waist every night, intending to move it. But… his expression became quite strange. With a short groan, he clenched his teeth as if he were even angrier.
The thick, pillar-like object in her hand was much thicker and heavier than she expected, impossible to grasp fully. Moreover, through his clothes, she could feel the inner core was hard, but the surface was somehow soft… a peculiar sensation. What is this? As the unknown, heat-emitting column pulsed in her hand, Louise also started to feel strange.
But since she couldn’t figure out what it was, she just fiddled with it until he let out another low groan and removed her hand.
“Ha… Louise. After all this, you’re telling me that you want to stop?”
“Huh? What do you mean… ah!”
In an instant, she was flipped onto her back. As soon as her back hit the soft sheets, she was met with Richard’s gaze looking down at her. His golden eyes, overflowing with burning desire, stared at her as if they could devour her.
“My lord…!”
“I clearly warned you that I wouldn’t be able to stop halfway.”
“But my lord, you can’t go further… ah!”
He grabbed the sheet barely covering her naked body and threw it far away. His large hand spread her legs and parted the area between them. The place that had been twitching a moment ago was still soaking wet.
Louise shook her head at the hand stimulating the sensitive spot, heightened by her xrgxsm. But Richard, seemingly intent on doing more, didn’t stop no matter how much she pushed him away.
She remembered hearing explicit chatter among married women at the village’s communal workshop. They said that even men with functional issues could have intercourse using drugs or tools. But the idea of drugs seemed harmful, and using tools was just too….
“My lord! Are you planning to use some kind of tool? I still can’t accept something like that….”
“What are you talking about?”
Looking down at the pale Louise, Richard furrowed his brows as if he couldn’t understand. He seemed slightly offended.
“A tool? Is that necessary?”
“Isn’t it necessary for you, my lord?”
“…Well. See for yourself.”
Richard, positioned over Louise, frowned more deeply. As he lowered his trousers, a heavy, e***t manhood sprang out, rising over his abs.
“……!”
Seeing the enormous, throbbing pillar glistening wet at the tip, Louise didn’t initially recognize it as a part of his body.
“What tool would be more necessary than this?”
“Oh….”
“Why, does this seem insufficient?”
“Ah, no! I mean, really, that’s… ah!”
Realizing it was Richard’s manhood, she was shocked to the point of fainting. Grasping the thick, veined s***t, he pressed the head against her entrance. The pressure of the heavy tip about to pierce the wet entrance brought reality back to her.
Her knowledge of s-xual matters was all second-hand, from friends or books. Romance novels for young maidens used metaphorical expressions rather than direct descriptions, and the chatter among peers was always fragmented.
While she knew the basic principle of how men and women coupled, she never imagined a man’s organ could be this large. The thing between his legs, as thick as a snake with a head crowned like a mushroom, covered in dark veins, was far larger than what her married friends had described.
“But h-h-how can something like, like that fit inside… mmnh—”
The thick, mushroom-capped glans, with prominent veins and a shiny, slick tip from leaking fluid, seemed enormous. The musky, masculine scent made Louise hiccup.
But the immediate certainty was that Richard had no issues with his s-xual function, and the realization of how absurd it was to think that his ‘weapon’ was anything but his own flesh. The weapon he always carried would soon tear into her.
“Why are you acting like this?”
Noticing her strange reaction, Richard pressed his fingertip against her small nxxple and rubbed it.
“Ah, hnngh! Actually, I thought my lord— I thought you were….”
“You thought I was impotent?”
“Yes… that, impo…! Oh!”
Feeling a primal fear, Louise tried to escape, but he easily caught her ankle. His detailed caresses spread from her sensitive nxxples to her soft brxxsts, shoulders, sides, and the concave curves of her waist.
Once aroused, her body quickly heated up. As Richard persistently rubbed her swollen clxxxris, he lifted one of Louise’s legs, creating more space as he lined himself over her.
