We're Married, After All - Chapter 22
It was such an absurd statement that I felt like my energy drained entirely. Saying it was better to never touch me from the start because he didn’t know what he might do—anyone hearing that would think he’d done nothing until now.
So, I made my opinion very clear. What I wanted was compromise. While his actions were confusing, I didn’t dislike them, and since we were married, we couldn’t go on living like this forever.
However, finding middle ground wasn’t easy. When I asked him to explain why he hoarded my belongings or to simply voice his thoughts aloud, Danel remained silent.
That didn’t mean none of my opinions were acknowledged, though.
The hand that had been trailing up my thigh now spread apart my tightly closed labia. Between the parted folds, his seed began to trickle out, a remnant of what he had left inside me during the evening.
Danel’s lips descended onto the plump mound. His hot tongue and lips worked at the soft flesh for a while, as if this was his way of consoling himself. Perhaps he preferred this because when I was awake, even the feeling of his tongue on my toes made me shudder.
This time, his damp tongue left my foot and moved to my c******s. Heat began to radiate from the small nub that had already started to swell. Without realizing it, I tensed my lower abdomen.
“Ah…”
The warm pleasure made my thighs twitch. The split folds beneath revealed a sensitive protrusion, and every time his slippery tongue rubbed against it, it sent tremors deep into my lower abdomen. It felt as though my entire body was under his control.
As soon as I began to react, Danel pushed a finger into my entrance. His long index finger moved slowly, stirring the trembling opening. It was as if he was coaxing the slick fluid—both mine and his—that my body couldn’t contain.
“Ah… ugh, ah… ah…”
Flattening his tongue, Danel pressed it firmly against my c******s. The pressure on the nerve-filled spot sent an electrifying sensation rippling through me.
The heat spread all the way to my womb, igniting bursts of fiery pleasure. My arousal surged, pooling and spilling over.
Danel’s fingers, which had been pressing and probing deep inside, began to move with more force. As his pace quickened, the wet sounds became louder and more pronounced. Squelch, squelch. The mixture of fluids coated his hands and dripped onto the bed beneath us.
My hips jerked upward involuntarily. Without realizing it, my body, already conditioned to this pleasure, clenched around his fingers, silently urging him on.
Soon, my mind began to blur into a blank, white haze. His relentless touch and the way his fingertips precisely targeted my most sensitive spots left me wanting to surrender everything. If he went just a little deeper, I knew I would lose myself completely.
“Ahh, ah… ahh, ah…!”
At some point, another finger joined in, relentlessly teasing my weak spots. My hips bucked uncontrollably as waves of stimulation crashed into me from both inside and out, causing my body to release even more fluids.
Instinctively, my hands reached for Danel’s hair, gripping it tightly. Yet, even as I felt like my lower half was melting away, I couldn’t bring myself to tug at his beautiful golden locks. Instead, I tangled my fingers in his hair, using it as an anchor to endure the overwhelming pleasure.
The heat that consumed my body soon sharpened into a piercing climax. Unable to even scream, I trembled violently as the pure, white ecstasy overtook me.
“Haa… ugh… ahh…”
The intensity of the sensations made my mind flicker, alternating between clarity and blankness. Unswallowed saliva dripped down my chin. Only after bringing me to the peak of pleasure with just his fingers and tongue did Danel finally straighten himself.
He positioned himself firmly between my legs, leaning forward. His hot tongue traced my neck and jaw, licking away the saliva that had trailed down.
As the lingering tremors in my toes began to subside, Danel entered me. His length filled me completely, sliding in deeply. My already softened and relaxed walls welcomed him effortlessly, taking in his size with ease.
“Haa…”
A warm breath brushed against my damp cheek. The intense pressure from my convulsing inner walls seemed to be affecting him as well—his usually composed forehead was now scrunched in disarray. It was an utterly obscene sight, enough to leave anyone momentarily speechless.
Perhaps that’s why I blurted out a question, uncharacteristically abrupt.
“Tomorrow… where are you going?”
It wasn’t unusual for Danel to engage in behavior I might find uncomfortable while I was asleep. Since accepting his eccentricities, I’d woken up more than once to him sucking on my feet or the back of my neck.
But it rarely escalated into something more intimate. Almost never did he wake me up intentionally for it.
There must have been a reason this time—perhaps he wouldn’t be able to spend the night with me tomorrow.
Danel nodded slightly in response. As he slowly pulled back his hips, the tip of his member scraped tightly against the sensitive ceiling of my walls. As he exhaled sharply, a guttural sound escaping his lips, he finally answered.
“Yes, in the morning…”
“Hah, where…?”
“I have to go to Lamprey Castle… to bring in a… new pharmacist.” His breath came in heavy gasps as he spoke.
The head of his length pushed back in deeply, pressing firmly against my cervix. With a slow, deliberate motion, he moved his hips, spreading his essence further inside, as if painting the depths of me.
“I also…”
Barely able to exhale through the suffocating pressure that felt like it was crushing even my heart, I forced the words out. Though exhausted, my mind was unusually clear. If I was going to say it, now was the time.
“Can I… come with you?”
