We're Married, After All - Chapter 61
“Ah, ahh… ahhhh!”
Another climax swept over me—my third one already.
The fact that I could even keep track meant I still retained a sliver of rational thought. Even the relentless pleasure couldn’t entirely erase my feelings of humiliation and anger.
And yet, in the afterglow of my release, I felt a strange sense of déjà vu. Amidst the waves of pleasure, something felt… different. The steady breathing I had been hearing all along had changed.
No… it can’t be.
Suddenly, my mind cleared. I managed to turn my head slightly and look at Petios’s face.
His eyelids were still firmly shut. But instinct told me that something about his faint, continuous breathing was different from before.
I had cared for Petios for so long, tending to him during fevers and illnesses countless times. I had come to know his condition just by the sound of his breathing.
Perhaps it was my imagination—no, it had to be. The idea of him regaining consciousness now, after being unresponsive for so long, was unthinkable.
Yet, as if to shatter my desperate denial, Danel thrust his tip deep against my womb.
“Hahh…!”
Reflexively, my lower belly tensed. My walls clenched tightly around him, the friction of our intertwined flesh creating an overwhelming, almost violent sensation.
At that moment, one of Petios’s fingers twitched.
Burying my face into the sheets, I looked up at him. Tears blurred my vision, making it hard to see the expression on his face. But my ears were painfully alert, and I could tell that his breathing hitched whenever I moaned.
I clenched down hard on the intruding s***t inside me, trying to suppress the wave of shame washing over me. My body stiffened with tension.
“Damn it…”
Danel’s hand trembled on my waist. Caught off guard by the sudden contraction, he paused his movements.
I felt his hot breath against my back, heavy and strained, as if he were holding back the urge to climax. Even that faint touch was enough to send ripples through me, igniting a shiver that quickly escalated into a shallow, involuntary o****m.
Despite myself, a low, beastly whimper escaped my throat.
Meanwhile, Petios made no sound at all. He seemed to have stopped breathing, like someone holding their breath out of shock.
I let out a bitter laugh.
Of course. Even I didn’t know I could make sounds like this. Why would you?
The shame was unbearable—not because someone might witness this intimate scene, but because even in such a degrading situation, I couldn’t push Danel away or bring myself to truly despise him.
And knowing that Danel might never understand this fact only made it worse.
Once my nerves settled, Danel began to move again. Face buried in the sheets, I sobbed openly.
“Hic, ugh… ughh…”
Now, only full-blown sobs spilled from my lips. Despite the relentless pounding against my womb, the tears were for the situation itself.
Noticing my cries, Danel lifted me into his arms, keeping himself buried deep inside me as if he had no intention of stopping.
“Ahhh…!”
My legs dangled in mid-air as he moved. Instinctively, I clung to his neck as he continued to impale me. His immense, searing presence overwhelmed me completely.
“Agh, ahh, ahh!”
High-pitched cries poured out of me as the unfamiliar position sent jolts of raw sensation coursing through me. I had never experienced anything remotely like this before. All I could do was helplessly endure and feel.
His massive length relentlessly stirred me up inside. Each time he thrust upward, I writhed and twisted in his arms. The burning, suffocating pressure was too much to handle, leaving me terrified of the inevitable.
And then, I released something I couldn’t control.
“Ahn, ah, no, stop—stop! Ahhh!”
A stream of clear liquid gushed from me, soaking Danel’s lower abdomen and filling the air with an intoxicatingly sweet scent.
Even as this happened, Danel focused his movements on my most vulnerable spot, leaving me no choice but to cry out in response.
Suspended in mid-air, I felt my thoughts gradually slipping away. My body grew heavy, and my mind emptied, leaving behind only scattered impressions: the weight of his arms holding me, the force of gravity pulling me downward, and his relentless rhythm that erased everything else.
The only things grounding me to reality were the relentless pounding inside me and the hot breaths cascading over the crown of my head.
It became painfully clear—no one understood my body better than Danel. When he set his mind to tormenting me like this, there was no room for coherent thought.
I didn’t know how long I had been drowning in pleasure, but eventually, Danel thrust himself into the root and released. Only then did my thoughts start to resurface.
“Hah… nnngh… ahhh…”
The hot seed shot into my womb in powerful streams, one after another, making my insides convulse in reaction. He had held back for so long that his release was drawn out, leaving me filled to the brim and spilling onto the bed beneath us. My body responded instinctively.
Drip.
Tears pooled in my eyes and trailed down my cheeks.
I felt utterly wretched. That I could experience pleasure even in such a degrading situation. That the man who caused this believed I hated him. That I couldn’t bring myself to hate him, even now.
I suddenly realized how convenient it had been to do nothing but surrender to him, reduced to a mindless animal. Just letting myself be taken, crying out senselessly—it had been easier than facing everything.
“Haa… ahhh… AHHH!”
Every breath I took came out as a moan. I didn’t want to make any sound at all, but I couldn’t stop myself. My head felt like it was filled with white noise.
I just wanted it all to stop. I didn’t want to feel anything anymore. Not pleasure, not pain—just nothing.
And so, I let go.
I gave up.
