Towards the Winter Cabin of Serenity and Madness, Cinderella Runs - Chapter 96
Suddenly, a tingling sensation spread between her legs, and she felt a trickle of moisture. Roel tensed her thighs in surprise, realizing she might end up soaking the chair if this continued. She looked up at him with a mix of anxiety and desperation. The intense heat in Kyden’s gaze, as scorching as the midsummer sun, made her heart tighten.
“Let’s just eat normally…”
“I’ve waited long enough. I don’t want to pull out.”
“W-When did you ever wait, Kyden?”
“I’ve been holding back since the carriage.”
“…Huh, liar.”
Roel couldn’t bring herself to push him away harshly, nor could she fully accept the idea of eating while impaled on him. She could only pant, her breath quickening with anxiety.
Seeing her hesitate, Kyden picked up a spoon and fed her some soup. Roel let out a faint moan as she struggled to swallow it.
“Is it good?”
“Yes…”
Roel nodded, trembling slightly with her head bowed. She couldn’t taste anything. She bit her lower lip, trying to keep her composure as her stomach clenched.
As he continued to feed her, Kyden felt her inner walls tighten around him, causing him to smile slyly.
“Seems like your lower half thinks it’s delicious too.”
His teasing words made Roel squeeze her eyes shut in embarrassment. Kyden, clearly excited, was behaving unpredictably. He didn’t seem likely to pull out anytime soon, nor would he stop the meal. The only way to escape this situation was to finish eating quickly and satisfy him.
Roel obediently ate the food he offered, flinching every time he made a mischievous remark. Throughout the meal, Kyden remained intensely e-ect, watching her closely as she carefully chewed and swallowed.
Just seeing her eat well made him feel full. The sight of her helplessly trapped with him still inside her was intoxicating. If they had more time, he’d want to stay like this all day.
“You’re eating well.”
“Ugh… I-I’m done now.”
Kyden rubbed his face against Roel’s tear-streaked cheek.
“Are you full?”
To check, he kneaded her stomach, making Roel double over and squirm.
“Ah, stop… please…!”
She really didn’t like having her stomach touched. Sensitive cats often hated having their bellies touched, and it seemed Roel was no different. Her passive, delicate nature made it plausible.
Reluctantly, Kyden removed his hand from her belly, but then he moved it up to her chest. With a practiced ease, he began to fondle her b*****s, as if deciding that since her stomach was off-limits, this area would be just fine.
“Hah!”
Roel’s moderately-sized b*****s and soft n–ples suited her perfectly. He squeezed her hardened n–ple between his fingers, rubbing it gently. When he tugged a bit harder, Roel’s body tensed in response.
“Ouch! That hurts!”
Roel gasped as each firm caress of her b*****s caused her inner walls to contract, heightening her excitement without any need for additional thrusting. Kyden’s hands seemed to move on their own as he kneaded the soft, supple flesh, his thoughts slipping out of his mouth.
“They say b*****s get bigger when you have a baby.”
“W-Why are you talking about that all of a sudden, Kyden?”
“Now is the perfect time.”
Roel turned her gaze away, a hint of sadness crossing her face.
“A baby…”
“I know, you said it wouldn’t happen,” Kyden replied, his tone casual as if it didn’t bother him much.
Was it truly hopeless? It was a bit disappointing, but he could accept it. Although he would have liked a child who resembled Roel, the idea of just the two of them living together peacefully also appealed to him.
Having been sent to serve as a page in the Count’s household at a young age, Kyden had little attachment to the concept of family.
Roel hesitated, then closed her mouth. The truth was, she had recently started menstruating again. Since their time at the cabin, her health had gradually improved, likely due to regular meals at the inn.
But she wasn’t sure if she was healthy enough to conceive, so she didn’t want to bring it up prematurely.
“L-Let’s… haah… go to bed now.”
“Let’s do it here first.”
“W-What? Ah!”
Kyden gripped her waist and began to move, causing her to bounce up and down on his lap. Each thrust hit deep, jarring her all the way to her womb, making her mouth open wide in shock.
“Ah! Ahh! Stop!”
Roel tried to brace herself against the table, hoping to stop the intense thrusts, but instead, it only seemed to make his movements more vigorous. Kyden stood up, lifting her with him, and began thrusting in earnest, his hips moving powerfully.
The table shook violently, and the dishes rattled, threatening to fall.
“Kyden! Ngh!”
Her legs gave out, her knees buckling as her feet dangled helplessly in the air, held up only by his firm grip on her hips. Kyden licked his lips as he watched her slender waist twist, her plump b******s jiggle, and her trembling hands grip the table.
The sight stirred something within him, lighting a fire in his eyes. Holding her again, he felt a strange mix of desires—greed, possessiveness, a hunger to claim not just her body, but her mind, every glance, every moment of pleasure, all for himself.
“Roel, does it feel good?”
“N-No…”
“How about this?”
“Ah…! Ahh!”
He alternated between gentle thrusts and hard, deep movements, savoring the way she panted and squirmed. He briefly wondered if there was something wrong with him as he found her embarrassed reactions so captivating.
