My Favorite Smut Author Is My Husband! - Chapter 30
It was different in that she had to put it in her mouth while it was lying down this time. She thought there might be another way, but for her, caressing with her mouth was the only method she knew—it was like a technique. However, she quickly gained confidence from Ashulin’s actions of pressing down on her chin and grabbing her shoulder with a force; she couldn’t tell if he was trying to stop her or not.
“Um, uh… uh.”
“Huh.”
His manhood filled her mouth so much that she could feel the angry, bulging veins pressing against her throat.
Lily, trying her best to use her tongue, attempted to exhale inside because she was short of breath. When she unintentionally created a vacuum in her mouth, he groaned.
She tried to do it one more time, thinking he might like it, but soon a gurgling sound came from her throat, and tears formed in her eyes. Can’t I do this anymore?
“Lily. Stop it. Now…!”
Now she was really out of breath. Still, as she bit, sucked, and soaked his member until the end, she felt his hand gripping the clothes on her shoulder tighten. At the same time, his p***s quickly withdrew, but she felt a sticky liquid different from before clinging to her throat as if it were hitting her uvula.
“Ugh, gasp!”
Lily, realizing that he had e********d in her mouth while she was absentminded, tried her best to swallow it. However, it was not easy to swallow the s***n that had rushed in as if attacking her throat.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh… ugh.”
Half of it flowed out of Lily’s mouth along with tears. Nevertheless, she stubbornly swallowed the remaining half and looked at Ashulin defiantly.
“…I swallowed it.”
Then, as if she were being examined or asking for praise, she opened her mouth and showed its inside. Ashulin, who was stunned by the dizzying situation and sight…
While Ashulin was at a loss for words, Lily steadily moved her hands to remove the underwear beneath her dress.
“Ashulin…”
Lily sat down, aligning her own intimate area with Ashulin’s, which was quickly becoming e***t again. Instinctively, she moved her hips back and forth. As her delicate petals pressed and rubbed against the firm pillar and the tip, she began to feel a sudden rush of warmth below.
“Haah, ah.. Ashulin.. Ashulin.!”
She felt impatient. As Ashulin tried to lift his upper body after regaining his senses, Lily pressed him back down. Grabbing his member—which she couldn’t fully grasp with one hand—she began to forcefully insert it into her own opening.
“Aahh!”
“Lily! You’ll get hurt, ugh, you’re not properly prepared yet.”
“Huff, no. I can do it…”
Using her wet essence, Lily somehow managed to spread her small entrance and finally enveloped the head of Ashulin’s member. She took deep breaths, closing her eyes tightly. Just sit down. Just lower your hips all the way.
“…..!”
Unlike their first night, this time she couldn’t even let out a scream. After taking in the tip, she suddenly sat down fully, swallowing Ashulin’s length as she desired. It felt as if it was hitting deep inside her abdomen.
“…Ah. Hahh..”
Her vision flickered between darkness and light. The pain was incomparable to the tearing sensation at the entrance of her intimacy. Trembling from the crushing pain that seemed to press against her internal organs, Lily covered her mouth with one hand.
“Lily, Lily. Breathe. Look at me.”
“Ah—Aahh!”
Seeing Lily’s unusual state, Ashulin, still lying down, began to rummage through his jacket pocket while gently rubbing her waist to soothe her.
As Lily’s moans grew louder with her movements, Ashulin hastily pulled something from his pocket and poured it onto their connected lower bodies. The thick, slippery liquid spread over the tightly joined opening and s***t, accompanied by an unexpectedly sweet scent.
“Ah… ngh.”
Lily, though inexperienced with intimate items, understood from the situation that the liquid was meant to aid their actions. She found it ironic that a husband, who apparently had a high drive to carry such things, hadn’t embraced her until now.
Regaining her vision and beginning to cry once again, Lily awkwardly tried to move her hips back and forth. Lacking any knowledge of how to proceed, she simply repeated what she had done earlier, rubbing herself against him, which only intensified her discomfort. Still, this was preferable to the piercing pain that shot through her chest.
“Ahh… sob. Why is this happening… I should have waited from the start.”
“Lily…”
“If I had just waited a little… sob… Ashulin.”
On that first night, when she had angrily shouted that she couldn’t go through with it, what if she had simply closed her eyes and endured the initial pain as she was now? Perhaps her relationship with Ashulin would have turned out differently.
Had she been either as confident as her previous self who relied on self-assurance, or, conversely, shown the vulnerable innocence of a shy bride, would things have gone more smoothly?
“This is a mess… everything is ruined.”
No matter how she tried to move, it didn’t feel as good as when she had rubbed against him earlier, and no more fluids were released. Had Ashulin’s arousal faded, Lily would have been devastated, but it hadn’t yet, which was her only consolation.
Her first night was unfolding as anything but sexy or passionate; it was a complete disaster.
“Lily. Don’t cry; your eyes will get sore.”
Ashulin, who had been half-dazed and caught up in the situation, finally seemed to come back to his senses.
