Red Riding Hood - Chapter 64
She liked this side of him—the parts of him that were entirely different from her. The coarse, thick body hair that felt rough to the touch, his massive, muscular body that amazed her, and his large hands, calloused in places.
What she liked most was how such things approached her cautiously, almost playfully, just like now.
Her slender waist arched back like a drawn bow. Cinq rubbed her lower lip against his and tightened herself below. She could feel her inner walls clinging to his member, dripping lubrication like salivating mouths.
Inside her blurry vision, small, beautiful sparks danced. Where had they come from? She realized her mind was bubbling and boiling over.
Her thoughts melted into mush, and mundane things like promises and banquets had long since slipped away, disappearing somewhere out of reach.
“Ah, ahh…”
Unknowingly, she followed his movements, lifting her hips. With her lips entirely consumed by his, she could only breathe through her nose, producing soft sniffling sounds that escaped her like the faint hissing of air.
Realizing this, a rumbling sound of amusement spilled from his throat. It seemed he was laughing.
Finally, he released her lips.
“Haah…!”
Freed at last, Cinq took a deep breath. All the strength drained from her body. At that moment, he wrapped his entire body around her and plunged himself deep inside her.
“Ahhh…!”
Her already simmering belly burst into a searing explosion. Trapped in his firm embrace, Cinq screamed and trembled.
“Ah, ahhh…”
She felt the place where their bodies met grow wetter, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Tears that had been pooling behind her eyelids streamed down her cheeks.
Trembling, she mumbled incoherently, like someone who had forgotten how to speak.
“Uh, ahh… no, n-no, Lord Wolf… ah, uh…”
“Shh, shh, Cinq, Cinq… how adorable.”
Ylfus nuzzled her tear-streaked eyes with his lips and brought one hand down to cradle her lower abdomen.
“Do you like doing it from behind that much?”
“Ah, ahh…!”
“I should make it feel even better. My lovely bride…”
As if allowing her to savor the afterglow of her climax, he moved slowly at first. Then, tightening his grip on her and pressing their bodies together, he began thrusting again, his hips bucking fiercely like a whale battling the waves.
Cinq was unable to focus.
“Ahh, ah… stop, please, ah…”
His thick, long member plunged deep inside her, as if to pierce through, and writhed like it would crush her tender inner walls completely.
Crying uncontrollably, Cinq clawed desperately at his arms, not knowing what else to do.
Even as she was pushed to the very brink of pleasure, with every part of her turning to mush, he seemed to ignite a fire that kept bubbling and boiling over.
A deep growl, the sound of a massive beast trembling with pleasure, rumbled against the nape of her neck. It wasn’t just a sound—it was a vibration that rippled over her skin, making her tremble along with him.
Holding her small body tightly, Ylfus pressed his pelvis firmly against her round b******s and rubbed his hips fiercely, releasing himself inside her.
“Ah, ahh…”
The sensation of his massive member twitching and pumping hot seed deep inside her made Cinq curl her trembling knees and let out soft moans.
Her position—collapsed forward on the bed with her hips raised—allowed his release to reach the deepest parts of her.
Still holding her tightly, Ylfus drew a long, deep breath, his broad chest swelling, and then exhaled slowly.
“Cinq, you feel so, so good. I want to keep holding you like this forever…”
As she faintly felt his enormous member twitching inside her, Cinq almost said, Me too, without realizing it.
But she quickly regained her senses.
“No, no, we can’t… I have a promise, ahh, with Father-in-law…”
Ylfus pulled her closer with both arms, his voice low and sticky as he tried to tempt her.
“You can ignore it.”
“No, please… I can’t.”
At her earnest plea, Ylfus let out a long sigh after inhaling deeply. Finally, he sat up.
“Father, honestly… arranging a morning appointment with his newlywed daughter-in-law. That’s bad manners.”
He pulled the sheet up and wrapped it around Cinq’s body. Then, scooping her up in his arms, he planted soft, damp kisses on her tear-streaked face.
“Alright, Cinq. Let’s head to the bathroom. If Mary has any sense, she’ll have prepared the bathwater by now.”
