For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 1
The bedroom in the grand mansion built on the prime land of the capital was no different from that of any other couple. Though it was known as the site of the ‘Wedding of the Century,’ the owners of the room were entwined passionately, just like any ordinary newlyweds.
The black-haired man sat on the edge of the bed, his broad chest against which the woman rested her head.
“Mmm… ah.”
Her pale skin, after being lovingly touched by hands and lips, was bathed in the orange glow of the lamp. In contrast, the man’s aroused member, stimulated by a few strokes from her hand, glistened with a threatening, fiery red, like a snake slithering through the underbrush.
The same eerie glow was reflected in his violet eyes.
“Madam.”
“Ah, mmm…”
“Still struggling?”
“J-just a little…”
The woman, with chestnut hair, gasped and tightened her lower abdomen. The sound of their bodies grinding and sticking together echoed in the room.
“Hnng, mmm…!”
She rubbed her head against the man’s shoulder and bit her lip.
The member, each time it entered her, sent shivers down her spine. The rough veins on it left a burning sensation each time it brushed against her inner walls. It was a wild, beast-like member that seemed incongruous with his otherwise quiet demeanor.
Even though they had done this act several times before, the first penetration each time still made her feel like the opening was uncomfortably sticky.
The man, breathing heavily like a beast, murmured,
“I’ve only managed to insert half of it.”
“Ahhh…! Oh, oh…”
“Looks like there won’t be any chance for others to have their turn.”
The words were accompanied by low hisses, derisive laughs, and breathy moans of desire.
There were others present in the room besides just the man and woman…
“Duke Troys, you need to be reasonable.”
Amid the laughter, a firm bronze hand traced along the woman’s spread thighs. Her pale skin, rarely exposed to sunlight, was marked with love bites and bruises. The hand’s owner whispered in a deeply reassuring voice,
“Eugenie, shall I help you get through this?”
“Mmm, ah, oh, Brother. Not now… ah!”
His calloused fingers, hardened from training, moved over her spread folds. The cli–ris, trapped beneath the massive member, was painfully crushed. The hand that rubbed gently over the moist, prominent protrusion showed no mercy. The friction from his rough fingers seemed to melt her waist.
“Ugh! Ah, wait, ah, ah!”
At the same time, the member filling her lower body began to push deeper. Her walls were being filled with a warm, tickling sensation, almost like steam.
“Brother, ah, Percival, you too, it’s… mmm!”
Stimulated both inside and out, her pleas turned into moans. Her toes curled uncontrollably. Although she wanted to close her legs to slow down the hands and thrusts, she couldn’t escape the grip of the men.
The owner of the fingers, with gleaming green eyes, smiled.
“If you keep this up, Eugenie will c-m right away.”
“Ah, ah, ahh, ah…!”
“You can c-m. It might be better that way.”
“No, don’t!”
Eugenie, with her amber eyes wide, gasped for breath.
She had already came several times, showing her peak repeatedly. When stimulated in both the sensitive areas inside and the small protrusion, she couldn’t help but come, and it wasn’t a pleasure that could be forcibly restrained.
Of course, she had only shown this to one husband at a time,
“Don’t look, like this, ugh!”
She had never done this when everyone was watching so openly.
But her back arched, and her body spasmed with the rapidly approaching ecstasy. The true owner of the body, whether she was embarrassed or not, no longer mattered.
“Ah, ah, ahh!”
She tried to hold back, but once again, she lost control.
As slippery fluids flowed from the throbbing member into her, a thin stream of liquid also trickled from between her. It even splattered on the face of the man kneeling in front of her, and a small puddle formed on the floor between them.
“Haha. It seems to be getting faster.”
“Ah, ahh, mmm…”
Eugenie panted as if she had sprinted with all her might.
‘It seems like Alfred’s right.’
The pace at which she reached climax was accelerating, to an almost absurd degree.
But then, a disapproving click of the tongue was heard from the right.
“Tsk. If you c-m so soon, what will we do for the rest of the night?”
“Ugh!”
