For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 59
When Eugenie first realized she would be expected to fulfill ‘marital duties’ in this haphazard marriage arrangement, she briefly imagined how each first night with her five husbands might go.
She assumed things would be most awkward with Carter. After all, they shared a past of shy glances and nervous silences. She thought they might chat a bit, hold hands, and perhaps leave it at that. But her imagination betrayed her.
The light streaming through the stained glass shifted from a pure rainbow hue to one tinged with a warm, dusky orange. As the colors changed, the place meant to be sacred grew thick with an illicit scent.
With only a veil left to cover her, Eugenie leaned forward on the platform, her bare body accepting the intensity of the man behind her, like a pair of newlyweds who couldn’t contain their passion the moment the ceremony was over and had s-x right there and then.
“Ah… ngh, ah…!”
Her hands clutched desperately at the edge of the platform, knuckles pale with strain, as soft sounds of pleasure filled the prayer room.
Carter’s hand traced slowly from the nape of her neck down her slender back. Her body moved rhythmically, welcoming him as he pushed forward. Frustrated with his hair falling over his face, he brushed it aside with mild irritation and gave her a gentle rebuke.
“Eugenie, I told you to relax.”
“I am… trying… ah…!”
“No, you’re not.”
“Ahh!”
With a sudden grasp on her chest, Carter thrust deeply again. The n–ple, which was so swollen as to burst from his sucking while she was laying down, was crushed in his mischievous fingers. His fingers alternated between soft, featherlight caresses in one hand and a more intense pressure in the other. The pain and tingling created sensations that set her body trembling.
With his face nestled against her neck, Carter murmured, “I want to take my time and give you more… but not if you’re all tense like this.”
“Carter…!”
“So loosen up, and open those legs for me.”
“A-h…”
His hands moved from her chest down to her hips, but Eugenie still struggled to release the tension in her body. After all, she’d already shown him how responsive she was, but she couldn’t help it.
Sighing with diminishing patience, Carter gently stroked her smooth skin and softly apologized.
“Forgive me, Eugenie.”
“W-what… ah!”
A sharp smack landed on her trembling hips. Though she’d only seen his hands holding books before, Carter’s palms were unexpectedly firm and rough.
The intense friction made Eugenie shudder and lift onto her toes.
“Ah…!”
Did Carter just hit her? Though it didn’t hurt, the surprise relaxed her muscles, and the fullness she was barely managing grew as he pushed even deeper.
“It’s… it’s too deep… ah!”
Already hypersensitive from her continuous climaxes, each stroke was like an electric shock, scraping along nerves stretched too thin. Her vision blurred white from the overwhelming sensations as Carter would almost pull out only to fill her completely again, leaving her mind reeling.
“Ahh… ah… ah!”
Carter held her tightly by the waist with one hand, keeping her steady as he lifted her left leg effortlessly with the other while Eugenie cried out in pleasure. This position exposed the pillar freely moving to her lowered gaze. His length, which she said had looked like a stallion, was gleaming faintly with fluids.
Though she’d been with her other husbands, seeing this up close was both startling and scandalous.
But an even more pressing issue was brewing as he moved in deeper, teasing her inner walls in a way that made her feel as if she’d lose control of her bladder. The soft splashes of liquid kept coming out involuntarily as he thrust.
She’d already soaked his shirt once before while lying on the altar, so there was no need to feel shame.
“W-wait… not like this…!”
The angle Carter held her in, lifting one leg while he drove forward, and if she came in this position… it would make her look utterly wanton.
But maybe that was exactly what Carter wanted.
‘My sinful goddess.’
He wanted to worship her as deeply as he wanted to watch her surrender. He wanted to keep her walking that fine line between pleasure and shame, dangling on the edge.
Losing his composure, he thrust faster, his focus on her gasping reactions.
“Ah, you have no idea how incredible you look when you’re this way.”
“Ah… Carter… ah!”
“If only you could see yourself… ngh…”
With each powerful thrust, Eugenie felt herself finally lose control. She couldn’t keep up her defenses any longer, and any remnants of pride slipped away entirely.
