That Lady’s Stalker - Chapter 25
Olivia gripped the yellow flower stem tightly as the long, thick sensation pushed deeper inside her. The crushed petals crumpled with a faint crackling sound in her hand.
The relentless motion halted abruptly, stopped by a barrier that wouldn’t yield further. Unlike the first time she and Asher had joined bodies, there was no longer any pain.
Her walls, now accustomed to him, responded only with pleasure and embraced him eagerly. As if welcoming his presence, the soft, clinging flesh released more wetness, coating him.
“Ah… it’s so tight.”
Asher withdrew slightly before pressing back in, his thing bumping against her tender inner walls.
“Uung!”
As his s***t dragged against her walls, it pushed back in hard. The sensation was deep, overwhelming, and she couldn’t stop the moans spilling from her lips. The crushed petals in Olivia’s hand mirrored the mess inside her body.
With deliberate slowness, Asher knelt and lifted her hips higher onto his thighs. Her back arched, leaving her suspended, and the barrier that had stopped him gave way, allowing him to slide fully inside.
“It’s… so deep.”
Her trembling legs wrapped around his waist. This was the deepest she had ever felt him. Every inch of him was rubbing inside her. She felt like she was going crazy as he struck places she didn’t know existed.
Her skin becomes hypersensitive to the soft grass beneath her and the silky fabric brushing against her. Her muscles tighten around him repeatedly, as though trying to pull him even deeper.
“Ah!”
A deep groan escaped Asher, his neck straining as thick veins bulged visibly. His strong grip on her waist intensified as his movements quickened, each thrust powerful and unrelenting. The pace was dizzying, pushing her toward the edge of control. Tears welled up in her eyes as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
“Ahh… ngh…”
Her chest bounced in time with his relentless rhythm, the motion itself adding another layer of stimulation. Olivia bit her lip hard, as if trying to ground herself, but her body betrayed her.
She wanted to tell him to slow down but words refused to come out—only broken moans spilled from her lips, her tongue too heavy to form coherent thoughts.
In truth, she wasn’t even sure she wanted him to slow down. The pleasure unraveling her mind was both terrifying and addictive.
“Asher… I’m going to… ah…!”
Tears streaked down her temples, falling freely. Asher’s pants were soaked with her liquid. Something much larger surged within her. The heat inside her, already burning, now felt like molten lava.
Her head tilted back entirely, her vision filled with the bright blue sky and the swaying leaves above. For a moment, her mind went blank, and though her eyes were wide open, everything before her darkened into an inky black. The point of heat buried deep inside her swelled, growing larger, consuming her completely.
“Haaah…!”
“Liv, Liv! Ugh!”
As Olivia’s entire body trembled in climax, Asher, thrusting rapidly, felt her walls tighten around him with an almost unbearable force. He pushed through the resistance, driving his tip into the slightly parted barrier deep inside her, and released. His pulsating s***t spilled his warm essence into her.
“Haah… haaah…”
Olivia went limp, her body utterly drained. Watching her, Asher chuckled softly.
“Seeing you like this makes me feel guilty… but also proud.”
His lips pressed gently against her forehead before retreating. Cradled in his arms, Olivia closed her eyes. His scent, like the humid and refreshing air of the forest by the lake, enveloped her—a scent she adored beyond words.
She silently wished for this moment to last forever, for him to always remain by her side. She prayed that the ominous tension looming over the empire would vanish, that nothing would take him away from her.
“Asher, you won’t leave me, will you?”
“…”
Her words carried a deep, unspoken love. Asher, who always seemed to sense the love hidden in her every word and would normally respond with a quiet ‘I love you too…’ but he remained silent this time.
But it didn’t matter. She trusted that he would never leave her—not forever, at least. Even if temporary separations were inevitable.
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The bells chimed in the ambiguous twilight where the sun and moon hung together, marking the arrival of evening. The carriage crossed the gates of the Flonari residence.
As Olivia rested her head against his shoulder, Asher spoke her name softly.
“Liv.”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
For the first time, he said it first. Not a response, not a reflexive ‘I love you too,’ but a complete and deliberate declaration.
“I’ll come back to you. Always.”
Salty tears slipped past her lips as she looked out the carriage window. His personal unit was lined up in formation, awaiting his arrival. The perfect day shattered in an instant, the sweet pleasure etched into her body erased without a trace.
She was thrust back into the harsh, cold reality she had been trying to avoid.
“I love you, Liv. Olivia, I love you.”
“I love you too, Asher.”
He continued to declare his love until the moment he stepped out of the carriage.
War had begun. Everyone else had seen it coming, but not Olivia. To her, it was sudden, abrupt, and cruel. There had been no time to prepare. Yet even if she had been given that time, it would have still felt like a cruel blow.
Every day, Olivia wrote letters to Asher. Just as he had done, she wrote dozens of them daily. But she couldn’t bring herself to send them all. They were filled with the same words, the same sentiments, over and over again.
