Towards the Winter Cabin of Serenity and Madness, Cinderella Runs - Chapter 21
Kyden didn’t believe it was his fault.
The rustle of soft, small female within his arms, the breaths gasping from exhaustion after crying, and the eyes, moist and tenderly swollen, were what provoked him.
It was an unavoidable situation. He was aggravated by her crying so hard. Had she been left to sleep quietly, none of this would have happened.
The body he had tasted once before excited him. He vividly remembered its taste, how it felt wet and how to embrace it. It was impossible to restrain himself.
Eventually, he grasped the flesh that fit easily in his hand, swept down her waist and slid his hand down to part her thighs.
They lay side by side, facing each other, with Roel’s calves climbing over his side. Her legs widely parted, pressing against his thick lower body. Terrified, Roel trembled and clutched his forearm, recalling the pain and fear from the night before.
“Huh, ah… just, just a bit gently,” Roel pleaded desperately.
Though her voice was so faint it could be drowned out by the blizzard outside the cabin.
A pressure akin to a child’s fist pressed against Roel’s private parts. Her body tensing at the rough and unstoppable entry. After getting exhausted from crying, she had no strength to appease his desire. Nor did she have the courage to push him away and resist.
Roel looked up at him with desperate eyes. Her gaze soaked in fear and sorrow.
In contrast, Kyden’s yellow eyes glowed red like a sunset. His face, usually cold by day, became passionate and lascivious by night.
His clean-shaven face made his desires all the more apparent. His expression, unfamiliar and wild like a beast ready to pounce, was menacing despite being expressionless.
Roel was dry again today. Because of it, the tip of his member entered with difficulty, creating a stinging sensation.
Kyden clicked his tongue in annoyance because he couldn’t do it right away. Though it wasn’t her fault for not being wet, Roel held her breath, watching his reactions. She feared his anger for not being able to proceed as he wished.
Instead of becoming angry, he began to rub between her legs with the palm of his hand. Despite the strange sensation causing Roel to twitch, she couldn’t push away his thick forearm. The more she struggled, the more she felt trapped in his embrace.
His hand was large, with thick and calloused knuckles, making it exceedingly rough. Under his coarse hand, her tender flesh was squashed and rubbed. Then, something slippery flowed from between her legs.
He spread it onto his member and, as if unable to wait any longer, entered her in one swift move.
“Ah!”
Roel’s eyes widened with intense pain, and Kyden scrutinized her expression.
It was better than yesterday, he thought and licked his lower lip. Still, it was frustratingly tight, so he patted Roel’s b******s to comfort her.
“Relax.”
Her body, unable to resist, just trembled and swallowed her cries. At this point, he had to admit it.
He was excited for her small stature, the blush on her delicate face, and the way her chest heaved with each breath. Her face, which appeared gloomy during the day, turned indecently alluring as the night seeped in and the heat rose.
Kyden recalled seeing Roel’s naked body briefly during the day.
It was the first time he had properly seen her body, aside from what he saw at night, and she was smaller and thinner than he had thought.
Her skin was pale, making her immature face with ash-colored eyes and honey-colored hair appear even more faint. He wondered how he could fit inside her, whether it was possible, or if he hadn’t fully entered before.
It’s possible, Kyden thought, pressing his lower body against her again. A sense of conquest and satisfaction vibrated through him as he filled her completely.
However, dissatisfaction lingered. Roel was too thin and fragile. Just fully entering her made her breath hitch. So he was unable to satisfy his greed.
Moving slowly and tediously to avoid overexerting her caused his mouth to dry out with thirst.
“Huh, huh….Please, please.”
“Please? What?”
Roel sobbed, burying her face against his chest. She was overwhelmed by the thing filling her, the obscene sounds, and the heat slowly rising from her lower abdomen. Everything felt too much and frightening. It felt almost unreal.
She wished she could just faint away. If this relationship brought only pain and shame, it wouldn’t be so confusing. The flutter in her heart when their eyes met, the wetness between her legs as if welcoming him, and the undeniable tingling sensations tormented Roel.
No, no. She shook her head in denial. She felt that not running or ignoring it would lead to despair.
Feeling repulsed by herself for experiencing pleasure while being helplessly violated at his demand was unbearable.
She told herself it should feel terrifying and awful. To him, this night was nothing but a lowly diversion. He wouldn’t promise her anything. Once the snowstorm ended, he would discard her without a second thought. She shouldn’t cling to any cruel hope.
Therefore, she should fear this night.
“Ah… Ah!”
Did her plea reach him? His movements became rougher, erasing any faint pleasure with searing pain that consumed her.
Her vision flashes white. Despite twisting her body against his tight grip, it was futile.
His heavy, solid bulk pressed down on her like a slab of iron.
