The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 11
Without thinking, what was clearly visible was… a man’s genitalia.
Floria, who was dressed in men’s trousers, opened her mouth.
She had seen writings on trousers before, but never had she seen something like that showing through someone’s lower half.
That thing, pointing upward, was far too large.
Did he put something inside?
It might be a protective guard. She had heard that men heading to the battlefield wore guards to protect their groins.
But contrary to Floria’s thoughts, when he stripped off his trousers and undergarments, he pulled out an enormous member from between his thick thighs.
It must have been cramped inside his pants—at the sight of it suddenly springing out, she involuntarily drew in a breath.
It was about the size of Floria’s slender forearm, and it was fully aroused.
Thick veins bulged out so much that it was hard to believe it was just a part of the human body.
It was dark red and ferocious.
Floria stared at it, dazed, but he didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. On the contrary, he came even closer to her.
“Oh my.”
Before she could even run away, the aroused s***t touched Floria’s skin.
His hard length pressed against her soft mucous membrane.
When he firmly pressed his p***s against her c******s—already red and swollen from climaxing earlier—the sensation was completely different from being touched by a hand or lips, and Floria’s hips jolted in response.
“Ah······.”
“You’ll have to take this in.”
“M······me?”
When she blinked in surprise, he frowned as if it was the most obvious thing.
“Yeah. I roughly checked the hole earlier, so it should fit.”
That place, wet with love juices, was prodded gently by his p***s.
Unlike his slightly slimmer fingers, his thick member merely traced along the valley as if regretfully.
Squelch, squelch—an obscene sound echoed as the mucous membrane brushed against the s***t.
That tantalizing sensation quickly drove the fundamental question of “Why must I be the one to take him in?” out of Floria’s mind.
Panting, she looked up at him.
From earlier, every time he touched her, there had been a persistent ache below her waist.
However, it had never throbbed quite like this—when his pulsing p***s was pressed between her legs.
The slick head of his member, which had been prodding between her slippery thighs, finally found the barely hidden entrance and gently pushed its way in.
“Ahk.”
It hadn’t hurt at all earlier, but now, even though only a little of him had entered, a pained moan escaped from Floria’s lips.
The size of his overly large p***s made her entrance feel unbearably tight.
Her stretched mucous membrane felt like it might tear from being pushed to its limit.
“Does it hurt?”
She nodded.
Though she could feel a faint tingle of pleasure, the pain came first.
“······Hnng.”
I have to endure it.
The opponent is the tyrant Aidan.
I have to do whatever he says.
The pain was rather easier than pleasure, so I nodded at his words.
Then, he slowly pushed his waist in.
A moment ago, the inside that had melted from his caresses was stretched by his massive size.
“Damn it.”
He muttered in a disgruntled voice, as if wondering why it wouldn’t go in.
Of course it wouldn’t go in.
His was big—far too big.
There was no way something like that could go inside a body.
The tip of his member pressed in slightly, gradually stretching the opening.
Even though only the glans had entered a little, it hurt enough to make a moan escape.
“Ugh… Your Grace, please.”
If she told him to stop, the engagement would be broken off.
If she returned to Altomole, she didn’t know how she would be treated.
So she couldn’t ask him to stop—but at this rate, her body felt like it would be torn apart.
“I-it’s my first time… Please, please…”
Have mercy.
His obscenely large p***s was splitting her body apart.
Even the slightest movement felt like it would tear her delicate flesh.
Tears welled up at the corners of Floria’s eyes, unable to endure the pain.
“I want to lessen your pain, but…”
“…Hnngh.”
“I’m new to this too, so I don’t have much patience.”
“F-First time?”
What did he mean the first time?
Being this physically close with a woman?
She wasn’t sure, but she had thought it was only natural for men to have experience with at least a few women.
She had assumed that a young Grand Duke with power and influence would be especially accustomed to things like this.
But maybe not. Surely not…
That lean and firm body looked as though it knew a woman well enough.
“What… Do you mean it’s your first time?”
He slowly leaned down.
