For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 32
A man’s wrist was roughly lodged between the reddened folds of her core. But before Eugenie could even process the shock of that sight, the Duke yanked his wrist free with force.
“Ahh!”
As it pulled out, his fingers grazed along her sensitive inner walls. In that instant, her slim waist arched back, causing the fluids that had pooled inside her to splash across the bed.
“Ugh…”
A residual pleasure prickled across her skin like ants crawling. Eugenie tried to close her trembling legs, overwhelmed by the dizzying sensation and the emptiness left behind.
But as his veined white hand gripped her thighs, her upper body collapsed back onto the bed. The Duke eagerly consumed her slick core.
“Duke, Duke! Right now, ugh…”
After licking up the fluid that had splattered on her pe–neum, his tongue quickly plunged deep into her slick opening.
“Eek! Ah, ahh!”
Eugenie twisted her body desperately, but she couldn’t stop the ferocious movements of his tongue.
‘Just how far is his tongue going in there?’
It felt as if he was about to lick her c-rvix.
And absurdly enough… the sensation of his tongue against her walls felt particularly rough.
She was already wet from earlier, but she was utterly defenseless against the tiny, abrasive friction. As his coarse flesh rubbed against her sensitive insides, tears began to flow freely.
“Ah! Ahh, aah!”
Eugenie arched her back, releasing high-pitched cries like a cat.
Yes, she had felt this kind of rough sensation before. It reminded her of the cats she raised at the academy when they licked her hands. It felt slightly scratchy and stinging, yet so stimulating…
His tongue left her core and then swept up to lick her engorged cl–oris from below.
“…!”
In an instant, her vision turned white. It felt like all the air had been sucked from her lungs. The pleasure was so intense that it bordered on painful, and for a moment, she felt herself fading.
“…Ugh!”
However, as her lower lips contracted uncontrollably in pleasure, her dazed state didn’t last long.
Her core, intoxicated with arousal, continued to quiver, but the lewd liquid that had flowed down his throat soon disappeared. Eugenie pulled on the chain desperately, gasping for breath.
Clink, clink.
The sound of the chains clashing sharply echoed between their moans of pleasure.
“Please, not so rough, just… ah!”
The wicked stimulation from the tongue lodged inside her didn’t show any signs of stopping. In fact, the Duke seemed to drink even more hungrily from the fluid flowing from Eugenie’s core, as if he was quenching his thirst.
‘Damn it, I had pulled the chain!’
Once more, Eugenie pulled on the chain with all her might.
“Duke, please, ah, the chain, ahh…!”
But again, as his rough tongue enveloped her cl–oris and flicked at it, her pleas transformed into pitiful whimpers.
Slurp, suck, lick…
The sounds of him sucking her slick skin became increasingly explicit. Each time those noises reached her ears, Eugenie cried out in overwhelming pleasure. The ecstasy was so sharp that it felt painfully like a knife cutting into her skin. At this rate, she felt she might truly faint.
“Percival, please, listen to me…!”
One last time, she tugged on the chain, her voice thick with tears as she begged.
Did her pleas reach him? As she gripped the sheets tightly, she felt the tongue that had been buried inside her slowly withdrawing.
The Duke’s eyes seemed to have lost their reason, appearing slack and unfocused. The way he licked up the fluid that dripped from his chin showed no trace of the shyness he had displayed before they started.
When they began, his eyes had fluttered with embarrassment, but now they felt completely different. His dark, round pupils were elongated, and his gaze glinted like ice, resembling a massive carnivorous beast…
The rough growls escaping from his throat were far from human.
“Haah… Madam.”
Percival took Eugenie’s left hand and rubbed it against his cheek. Then, he kissed her palm gently and whispered,
“…If you’re scared, we can stop here.”
“Ha, but…”
“Madam, it’s alright. The choice is entirely yours.”
His tender whisper meant that there was no need to go along with the atmosphere out of obligation.
However, what terrified Eugenie the most wasn’t the fact that her second husband seemed to have lost his mind.
‘My body feels truly strange.’
