The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 9
Realizing that there was no use in resisting with strength, her legs slowly parted.
The reddened mucous membrane was revealed before his eyes.
She had to endure everything.
Even if there was pain, she had to endure it.
She repeated the words her mother had once told her, but it was hard to hold back, and Floria’s hips twitched.
It wasn’t the pain that was the problem.
Just his gaze upon that place made her feel a ticklish sensation inside and set her aflame.
Floria felt so ashamed and embarrassed, and on top of that, a whirlwind of unfamiliar emotions surged within her, driving her to the brink of madness.
The eyes of the man positioned between her legs gleamed.
He was quietly gazing at her most private place.
Hot blood rushed between her thighs, causing them to flush red.
Surely, the sight of herself with her legs spread must look grotesque and strange.
Thinking that, she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.
Raising her hand, Floria covered her face.
“Please…”
“Please, what are you asking me to do?” Is she asking me to just leave her as is? Even though she knew he wouldn’t do that, she muttered. As she panted, unable to understand the true meaning of her words, Floria whispered.
“If it’s considered proper etiquette in Alto More for a man to kiss a woman’s hand, then in Cief…”
Aidan pried open the tightly closed flesh with his fingers. Although it was slightly moist from his kiss, the body was still not accustomed to such pleasure. The delicate opening parted slightly, and the tension rising within could be felt.
“On the wedding night, if the husband doesn’t embrace his wife, it’s grounds for annulment.”
Perhaps thinking that her small entrance was still too unprepared to accept him, Aidan released her for a moment.
He then cupped Floría’s face, which was panting from the sensation shaking her abdomen and the fear of the unknown.
“I can’t send you back to Altomore.”
“······.”
“I can’t give up my bride.”
Aidan’s gaze fell upon Floría’s lips, which were slightly parted. Her naturally red lips had turned an even deeper shade of crimson from their earlier rough kiss. Seeing that, he muttered to himself.
“Not good.”
What could he mean by that?
Unable to understand the meaning behind his sigh-filled words, Floría attempted to move, but Aidan reached out and placed his hand on her reddened lips.
“Part your lips.”
At his command, Floría slowly parted her lips. Transparent saliva gathered within her red mucous membrane. Then, Aidan thrust his thick fingers into her open, crimson mouth.
“Lick.”
Without understanding the meaning, Floría did as he instructed. She licked his fingers as if she were licking a sweet candy. Her soft tongue entwined around his fingers.
His fingers, calloused from gripping a sword, met the delicate tip of Floría’s tongue, which lightly licked at them. Contrary to her worries, there was no taste, but strangely, her tongue felt squashed, and her mouth filled with saliva. The area around her lips became wet with drool.
“Lick my fingers.” He was such a strange person.
Wanting to know his intentions, Floria watched Aidan’s expression while sucking on her fingers, which were filled in her mouth.
However, Aidan simply stared at her with a slight frown on his face. Every time he moved his hand, the delicate parts were pressed, and strange sensations arose.
“You’re wet enough.”
He spoke those words and pulled his fingers out. A strand of saliva stretched between his hand and Floria’s lips. He lowered his hand and once again dug between her legs.
And touched the small piece of flesh hidden within. Why is this happening?
Floria, embarrassed, curled her toes. At first, she felt no sensation.
The man, however, was persistent.
The c******s darted here and there at the touch of the wet fingertip.
A jolt of electricity coursed through her entire body from the plump flesh that slipped away from the fingertip hidden within the folds.
“Haah!”
A clear jolt of pleasure suddenly struck and surged upward with a thud.
Startled by it, her hips jolted upward.
At her reaction, Aidan—whose brows had been deeply furrowed until just moments ago—relaxed slightly.
“Is it here?”
