My Favorite Smut Author Is My Husband! - Chapter 41
His words sounded similar to the male protagonist’s lines, yet somehow different. Whether he still thought of Lily as a figure in his dreams or realized she was real was unclear, but he began to come at her like a beast—so unlike his usual self who always tried to run away.
“Ah! Oh!”
His hands gripping her chest were rough. He kneaded and squeezed at will, then began to nibble with his teeth. Ashulin’s hand moved downward, forcibly parting her unprepared entrance.
“Ah! Ash—Ashulin! Slowly… I’m not running away.”
“Liar.”
Despite Lily’s soothing words, he moved his hand roughly to widen the opening. He inserted two fingers into her tight, dry core, scissoring them to stretch her, biting her all over.
Even while being treated this way, Lily didn’t feel sad; rather, she felt at ease, continually stroking his hair.
“You’re lying. You left me.”
“No, I came back.”
“You left after seeing my true nature… That’s why I didn’t want to reveal it.”
“I wanted to know everything about you, Ashulin.”
“…….”
She hugged his face tightly against her bare chest and whispered. At the same time, the fingers that had been roughly probing below withdrew, and she heard his irregular breaths.
Was he falling asleep? Finding his sudden silence strange and trying to look down, her body was suddenly flipped over, and her hips were grabbed and lifted.
“Ah, oh, ah!”
“…Lily.”
She screamed into the pillow as he forcefully entered her unprepared entrance. At the same time, Ashulin called her name in a low but clear voice.
He realized it wasn’t a dream.
“Ah, ugh… ahh!”
“Lily. You shouldn’t have come back.”
“Hah, Ash—Ashulin! Slow… ahh! Ah!”
Her core burned, and she felt a fullness in her lower abdomen. Due to the sudden intrusion, Lily kept clawing at the pillow and shaking her head, not even aware of the position she was in.
Gripping her hips even wider apart, he began to move his waist slowly.
“I can see everything, even… there, Lily.”
“Haah!”
“You shouldn’t have accepted a man who humiliates you like this… as your husband, right?”
He was the one causing her pain, but his voice sounded even more hurt. Lily wanted to kiss and comfort him, but she couldn’t escape from the position where her hips were raised.
Instead, as she had learned from a new book, she extended her trembling hand that had been gripping the pillow down to touch her own petals. Due to a slight miscalculation, her fingers slipped…
As Lily’s hand brushed against the base of his heavily veined manhood, she inadvertently touched their point of connection. However, she soon found her hidden c******s. The sensation was strange but electric.
“Ah… oh… ah!”
The pain that had filled her from the rough and unlubricated penetration began to subside as her own hand worked her c******s, coaxing arousal and lubrication to ease the friction.
Her actions, accompanied by soft, breathy moans, caused Ashulin’s relentless thrusts to falter for a moment.
“Ah, don’t stop… keep going. Please, more.”
“Lily… you…”
“This shame, this desire you give me—that’s exactly what I’ve been longing for.”
She hadn’t meant to cry, but toward the end, her voice wavered slightly, betraying her emotion.
In response, Ashulin pressed her body down completely, trapping her limbs. He bit her nape and began rolling his hips in deep, deliberate movements.
“Lily… damn it, Lily.”
He thrust precisely into the spots that made her shudder, his voice trembling as he called her name.
Feeling the wetness of his tears falling onto her back, Lily instinctively tried to turn her head to look at him. However, with their bodies pressed so tightly together and the overwhelming sensation building, it was impossible.
—
“Ahh! Ahh, Ashulin… ahh, I’m… I’m going to…!”
Unable to withstand the mounting pleasure, Lily’s legs kicked out helplessly.
At the same time, her head, which she couldn’t turn before, was now gently lifted by Ashulin’s strong hand, revealing her tear-streaked face.
“Ahh—!”
Her expression must have been unsightly, yet Ashulin’s gaze never left her. Instead, his movements became even more intense, and he licked away the tears at the corner of her eyes as he reached his peak alongside her.
“Haa… ahhh.”
She felt his release spill inside her, thick and warm, some of it leaking out where they were joined. Sticky and exhausted, Lily could only gasp for air.
“…Ashulin.”
She felt like she might pass out, but she was too scared to fall asleep. She feared he might dig another metaphorical hole to hide himself or even run away. She wanted to face the sincerity he had shown and talk to him.
When Lily reached out to grab his large hand that supported her beside the bed, Ashulin didn’t flinch this time. With a heavy exhale, he withdrew himself.
Even though she thought she might not close again after such force, her body surprised her. Despite being stretched and abused, her entrance slowly tightened, greedily holding onto what he had left inside.
But there was no time to focus on such things. Lily shakily turned herself over, her limbs trembling as she did so. Ashulin remained in place, watching her intently.
—
“Don’t drink so much next time, Ashulin.”
“…..”
“For a moment, I thought a vampire was standing there.”
With her voice hoarse and raspy, Lily looked up at him. His previously pale complexion was now flushed with heat, which suited him much better.
She reached out and smoothed down his hair, but Ashulin remained silent, his gaze steady on her.
“Why were you so afraid?”
“…..”
“I love you. No matter what you do, no matter what desires you have, it doesn’t matter to me. I just want to know more about you.”
“Lily.”
“I’m just like you. I’m not a goddess or a saintess… I’m someone in love. Having desires is natural, Ashulin.”
“You’re still too innocent to think that way. I’m…”
*Thunk!*
Before he could spout more nonsense, Lily grabbed his nape and pulled him down, their foreheads colliding audibly. Ignoring the pain from the impact, she looked into his trembling dark eyes and hugged him tightly.
“I’m not that innocent either. And even if you still think I am… you can just teach me more, can’t you?”
Despite their sweat-covered, sticky bodies, there was no discomfort. Lily, fighting off sleep, placed small kisses all over his face.
“You’re so lovely.”
“Lily, stop it.”
“You can even train me if you want.”
“Lily!”
Just like the first day they met, Ashulin’s face flushed red as he shouted. Lily couldn’t help but laugh.
“And you call me innocent? Ashulin, you’re not any less innocent yourself.”
“What kind of nonsense is that?”
“Just because I read books doesn’t mean I’m skilled at these things. Just like writing books doesn’t mean you know everything either, does it?”
At the mention of books, Ashulin stiffened again, but Lily’s kisses quickly broke down his resistance. With a sigh of surrender, he lay down beside her, reaching out to stroke her face.
“Maybe I’m just hearing what I want because I’m drunk…”
“Even after you sober up tomorrow, I’ll tell you again. As many times as you need.”
As Lily leaned in, Ashulin followed her lead. Their lips met, and their tongues tangled, an intense exchange that left them breathless and laughing softly afterward.
“We’re married. I’ll say it as many times as you want.”
They might fight countless times in the future. But Lily was certain every conflict would end in her victory as she kissed him again.
“I love you, Ashulin.”
“…I love you too, Lily.”
『My Favorite Smut Author is My Husband!』
The End
