Red Riding Hood - Chapter 30
The sight of a seasoned knight’s waist moving solely to release his seed was nothing short of obscene. A paladin, who had surely lived his entire life in abstinence, now flexed his glistening bronzed back muscles, his waist bucking lewdly, his gaze unfocused and filled with tension.
“Ha, huu. Cinq, Cinq……”
Ylfus was no longer in his right mind. It felt as though all sensation in his body had concentrated in his manhood.
Only moments ago, he had barely carved a path into the tight, unyielding space. And yet, Cinq fit him perfectly.
Not long after enduring the pain and opening herself, her inner walls had already swollen tenderly, welcoming him with sobbing pleasure.
Her passage, drenched in both her fluids and his seed, clung slickly to his every inch. The tightly swollen folds suctioned onto him, refusing to let go, as if drawing him deeper.
The most sensitive tip was sucked greedily, while the thick underside clung tightly, unwilling to release.
Her supple walls tightened and loosened rhythmically around his throbbing s***t, even pulling at the very base of it.
“Ah, huuh, ah, there, it’s good. Huu, ahhh……”
Her soft, cooing cries, like those of a little bird, only made him want to hear more.
He wanted to make her cry out, drowning her in pleasure so intense that the initial pain would become a distant memory. He wanted to fill her flat lower belly with his seed, making her faint in blissful exhaustion.
Determined to fill Cinq’s womb with his essence, he pressed his tip against her firm cervix, delivering shallow, deliberate thrusts.
Several such thrusts later, her cervix, flushed with arousal, softened slightly and clung to his tip.
The sensation of his sensitive glans being lightly sucked by the soft flesh was electrifying.
Ylfus shuddered like a man struck by lightning.
Cinq felt the same.
“Huuuuh…..!”
Biting her lip, she endured the strange sensation spreading deep within her, until suddenly, a cry burst forth like a wail.
It felt as though the nerves that had been receiving pleasure were suddenly overwhelmed,
their temperature rising sharply, as if a thin glass bottle filled with hot water had shattered with a sharp, explosive sound.
Her lower belly lifted sharply, her back arching to an almost dizzying degree.
From deep within, clear fluid gushed forth in a thin stream.
Once her cry broke free, it didn’t stop, turning into soft sobs
“Ah, aaaah……”
She trembled all over, unable to open her eyes, her fingertips and toes quivering. She couldn’t control anything.
From below, she could feel the water bubbling out uncontrollably. It was mortifying.
“Ah, what do I do? Ah, no, ah, hnnh, nnnngh……”
Ylfus groaned, his thick chest heaving with satisfaction as it bubbled up from deep within him.
Although he was a paladin who regarded abstinence as a form of discipline, he was no stranger to such matters after his long years on the battlefield.
The mercenaries he hired often boasted as much about their conquests in bed as they did about their combat feats, even recounting the reactions of women at the height of their pleasure.
Of course, he had no desire to recall such crude memories now. He simply wanted to comfort his weeping, lovely bride.
“Cinq, little one. Don’t cry.”
In the gentle voice of a devoted groom, he soothed and comforted her, yet his hips continued to move like those of a beast.
Cinq sobbed loudly.
“Ah, now, I can’t get married anymore. Huu, I-I wet myself in front of you Sir Ylfus……”
“Little one, that’s not it. It’s not like that. Even if it were, it wouldn’t matter, but huu. This is because it felt so good, because we fit so perfectly together, that this beautiful fluid came out.”
He curled around her, wrapping her completely in his embrace.
Cinq sniffled, avoiding his gaze as she lowered her head. Yet even the sight of her avoiding his eyes was unbearably endearing.
“Ah, Cinq. My bride. I love you.”
Ylfus showered her forehead with kisses, gently rocking his hips.
At the end of it, he savored the sensation of her walls, now slick with her fluids, clinging even more tightly, while his tip pressed firmly against her softened cervix.
He forcefully released his second load of seed.
The sensation of his seed flooding her once more made Cinq’s body tremble uncontrollably.
Unable to bear the sensation, she threw her head back and thrashed.
Still buried inside her, Ylfus continued to pepper her face with soft kisses.
The gentle kisses fell like the warm raindrops of spring.
Finally, her breathing settled somewhat, and Cinq, who had been gasping for air, opened her eyes slightly and looked at him.
Without hesitation, Ylfus brought his face close to hers, staring deeply into her eyes.
Cinq quickly shut them again.
“Cinq, open your eyes.”
But Cinq stubbornly refused, squeezing them shut so tightly that delicate wrinkles formed on her pretty nose.
He covered her sweet cheeks with kisses and whispered,
“If you don’t open your eyes, I’ll make that pretty fluid come out again.”
At his words, Cinq’s eyes flew open, and she glared up at him with a resentful expression.
“I don’t want that. Please stop now.”
Ylfus chuckled, holding her tightly to his chest.
