The Nanny of House Herzen - Chapter 40
Even as her body trembled with pleasure, Carius didn’t give her a moment’s rest. Despite her protests about no more milk, he suckled at her breast.
“Ah, it hurts, Carius… It hurts when you suck and there’s nothing left.”
But as soon as she finished speaking, she felt a familiar tingle.
Carius pulled back, her n–ple glistening with moisture. His tongue flicked out, teasing the swollen, sensitive bud he had been suckling so insistently.
Seeing his red tongue dart out like that made her breasts tingle. It had been like this since his absence, and the sensation left her flustered.
He teased her, his gaze locked on her moist n–ple.
“Looks like your body is worried I’ll starve.”
“That’s not… not true…”
Evelyn’s face flushed, but there was a drop of milk clinging to each n–ple. Despite the small amount, he eagerly licked it away.
“Is this all mine now? Now that the real wet nurse has arrived?”
Evelyn pouted slightly. She knew she hadn’t been the best wet nurse, but hearing that a new one had been brought in still stung.
Despite knowing this, Carius ignored her and focused on her n–ple while sucking lightly.
Even as she tried to hide her hurt and did not moan, he continued to tease her, rubbing his hand against her most sensitive spot. He gently pinched her cli-, making her gasp.
“Ah!”
He let go of her leaking n–ple, moving down to her smooth belly, and began to work his tongue. As he rubbed his cheek against her light hair and gently nibbled her cli-, Evelyn closed her eyes and trembled.
“Oh…”
He slipped a finger into her, moving it in rhythm with his tongue. The combination of his fingers and tongue stroking and sucking was overwhelming. Evelyn forgot her irritation, her legs falling open.
Carius licked her entrance and whispered in a pleased mood.
“This hole is definitely mine.”
His finger curved, spreading her slightly as he observed her glistening inner walls. His tongue delved deeper, making Evelyn cry out.
“Ahh!”
“Then I think I could live on just you.”
“…You just said you weren’t a baby.”
Evelyn managed to retort. But Carius feigned ignorance as he withdrew his fingers.
“Did I?”
He then stood and immediately thrust himself inside her.
The stretched opening eagerly enveloped him.
He pulled her slender legs up, pressing them against his chest. Evelyn moaned and arched her back, tears welling up in her blue eyes as he plunged deeper.
“…Ah! It’s too…”
“Too?”
“Ugh, it feels too good…”
Carius held her trembling ankles, maintaining his rhythm of shallow and deep thrusts. Evelyn’s moans turned into near-screams.
“Ha…”
“Haa, you’re lying. If it’s that good, you wouldn’t have tried to run away twice.”
Despite knowing the truth, he teased her again. Her desperate blue eyes locked onto his, pleading for him to believe her even as she shook.
“Ah! It’s true, ugh… It’s really true…”
Unable to resist any longer, Carius covered her mouth with his. Their skin stuck together in a blend of heaven and hell.
His tongue explored hers, tracing her teeth. He probed the roof of her mouth to find what she liked.
All these joys were only possible because she was alive. The thought of almost missing out on this happiness was terrifying.
The heat from her tight grip was overwhelming.
She had given birth prematurely. Though he regretted not having her from the start, he was undoubtedly her first true lover. That Marquis, her former husband, was clearly a fool.
Carius understood her baseless fears once he learned about her past. She knew the gossip in society but tolerated it.
Even so, Evelyn had chosen him, thinking him a demon in human guise. She still held his hand.
That foolish, pitiful choice had saved him. It gave his previously directionless life purpose. He liked that, and so he hadn’t corrected her misunderstandings.
His heart burned so hotly that his body’s heat couldn’t dissipate. He drove into her fiercely, almost tearing her apart. When she cried, he licked away her tears. Still, the thirst wouldn’t be quenched.
Later, Carius found himself indulging alone, kissing and caressing Evelyn’s sleeping body while he pleasured himself to his climax. If his father knew how strong his drive was, he would probably be thrilled, even from beyond the grave.
His father had once put a prostitute in Carius’s bed when he had just come of age. He had insisted that sucking on the breast of a woman, who was of his aunt’s age, was a man’s duty.
The woman had a crude tattoo near her breast. Carius had chased the prostitute away, only to be treated like he had a dysfunction afterward.
He had felt nothing for the prostitute. Perhaps his father had been right, he thought, and he never tried again.
It didn’t matter. He found comfort in not being like his father.
But after Evelyn had shown him her body, he realized during those nights when he pleasured himself that he wasn’t imp-tent and that there was indeed a woman he wanted.
It just wasn’t a woman of his father’s taste, nor his cousin.
