The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 13
“While calling the man’s name, then calling his title, the disoriented Floria began to shake her legs.”
Far more easily, and faster than the first time.
His hard s***t thrust in all at once, scratching against the ticklish inner walls, and pleasure followed swiftly.
“Haahk.”
The moment of withdrawal came just as quickly. He rocked his hips in small movements, pulling out and pushing back in repeatedly.
What was inside her was so hard, it was hard to believe it belonged to a human body—it shook Floria to her core.
Squelch squelch.
The p***s moved back and forth, causing bubbles to splash in Floria’s orange-hued pubic hair.
The wet, squelching sounds echoed throughout the room.
“Ah, aah.”
Was it really okay to feel this way?
A tingling sensation so intense it felt like a flash of light burst before her eyes tore through her insides.
But it didn’t end there. At first, he had moved slowly, but once he realized Floria was no longer in pain, he began to thrust even faster.
Save me.
The small hole stretched to the point where the mucous membrane felt like it might tear, but a different kind of numbing pleasure—unlike when he had simply stroked her down below—ran down her spine to her hips, leaving her no time to focus on the pain.
The intensity of that pleasure couldn’t even be compared to earlier.
“Hk.”
Aidan, too, seemed aroused—veins stood out on his forehead, pulsing. Her chest burned at the sight of his handsome brow, and her vision lit up brightly.
“Ah, I’m going crazy…”
At that moment, as Floria let out a groan and unknowingly raised her hand to wipe away the beads of sweat on his cheek.
His thing was buried deepest inside.
“Ugh.”
Aidan grasped her delicate waist with his rough hands and forcefully thrust inward.
His muscles, which were slapping my b******s, were as hard as stone.
The soft flesh was being pressed here and there, and both pleasure and pain bloomed simultaneously.
Every time he shook his hips, it felt as though my whole body was breaking. Between my white thighs, clear liquid flowed continuously.
His hard pubic bone crushed against Floria’s soft flesh, and inside, his thick p***s spewed hot liquid into her.
Thump, thump—
With the sensation of him hitting her walls, Floria reached her climax.
Her inner walls twitched, tightening around him.
Overwhelmed by the electrifying sensation she hadn’t even realized was within her own body, Floria clawed her nails into Aidan’s hard body as she climaxed.
“Ahk!”
A long moan spilled from Floria’s lips.
The second climax.
It was an even greater wave than the first.
Her hips twisted as if she wanted to escape the pleasure, her body jerking.
“P-please spare me, Your Highness.”
At her plea, laced with ecstasy, the man let out a laugh.
“I have no intention of breaking you,” Aidan whispered, brushing back her sweat-drenched forehead.
“How could I possibly kill you, when I went through so much to have you?”
Swallowed whole by the massive wave that consumed her, Floria blinked—and lost consciousness.
***
Floria was bedridden for days.
Having never known how to be with a man at night, she had been left in shambles by the immense pain and unfamiliar pleasure.
It was no wonder her body gave out.
It felt as though her entire body had melted away.
After her first night, Floria collapsed right onto the Grand Duke’s bed.
Wrapped up in the soft leather blanket, she fell into a deep sleep without even dreaming.
Three days passed like that.
And on the morning of the third day, sunlight poured in through the large windows.
If she were back in her homeland, the sun would’ve felt harsh against her delicate skin. Though the calendar marked early summer, here it was still spring.
The gentle sunlight, light as a tickle against her skin, made Floria’s eyelashes flutter faintly. “Mmm······.”
She tried to turn away from the sunlight, but even that was difficult.
Creak, creak—pain flared through every joint in her body.
It ached and throbbed, just like when she first learned to ride a horse.
Staring blankly up at the white ceiling, Floria whispered, “······Was it a dream?”
That’s how lost in pleasure she had been—enough to wonder if it had all been a dream.
To Floria, who hadn’t even known such acts existed in the world, it had been something terrifying—painful, yet electrifying.
As expected, Aidan was a frightening man.
The image of his face, as he hovered over her and moved his hips, rose vividly in her mind.
