We're Married, After All - Chapter 75
The man who knew my body better than I did bit down on my heel. The soft, unused flesh that had barely touched the ground was chewed gently, almost like savoring ripe fruit. His fingers quickened their pace, urging me toward pleasure with relentless precision.
I couldn’t hold out any longer.
“Ah… ah, stop… please, stop…”
I whimpered like a helpless child, but Danel only tormented me more persistently. He knew this was the only time he could hear such a voice from me—the voice he craved. He was already well-versed in how to make me cry out.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Heat radiated from every point of contact between us, spilling into an overwhelming pleasure that made me feel unsteady and insecure.
My reason evaporated in an instant.
“Ahhh…!”
A vulgar scream tore from my throat as pleasure exploded between my legs. His hands, giving me no room for escape, drove me relentlessly, causing my fluids to spatter like crushed fruit.
After a long, ringing silence, reason slowly crept back into my mind. I could feel Danel’s tongue tracing over every drop of fluid spilling from me, lapping up the evidence of my climax.
I lay there blankly, reduced to nothing more than a sound-producing doll. I didn’t even have the strength to suppress the moans that escaped my lips.
All I could do was desperately remind myself that the man greedily sucking between my legs wouldn’t be in the estate by morning.
If I pass out now, I won’t wake up until evening…
Just then, Danel rose from between my legs. He must have noticed that I was fighting to stay conscious.
“…”
My breath caught. I already knew what he would do next.
Danel, still half-draped over me, unbuttoned his trousers. With a loud thud, his massive, engorged length sprang free. It glistened with arousal, slick from the fluids staining his base.
I bit my lip.
Despite being this aroused, Danel never penetrated me—not since the time he’d violated me in Petios’ sickroom.
Sometimes, when my b*****s overflowed with milk, his violet eyes would darken with need. But he always crushed that desire before it surfaced. When he couldn’t hold back, he’d bury his face between my thighs instead, leaving me dazed and dripping with arousal.
Once, in desperation, I had begged him to put it in. Even then, he hadn’t lowered his trousers.
The only time Danel ever exposed himself was when he intended to make me feel something I couldn’t endure.
Heat pressed against my mound. His strong arms pulled my thighs together, creating a tight space just wide enough for his s***t to fit.
Danel thrust his hips forward, his thick, veiny length sliding wetly between my thighs. His fluids smeared over my freshly cleaned folds, soaking me again.
“…Ugh.”
A strained breath slipped through my clenched lips. His s***t ground against every sensitive part—my entrance, c******s, and even the soft mound above—all at once, leaving a burning trail of slick heat.
With every thrust, his arousal spilled out, dripping over my trembling thighs. My neglected entrance clenched and quivered, leaking its own fluids in response.
The memory of him buried deep inside me resurfaced, amplifying the torment. To be so close and yet denied… it felt like torture.
I thought about how thoroughly Danel had trained my body. Maybe his relentless obsession with my pleasure had been for this exact moment—to make me realize there was no escaping him.
“Hngh… ah… ahh…”
Our heated skin rubbed together, slickened by our shared arousal. Each thrust of his hips produced a lewd, wet sound.
It was absurd, feeling this much pleasure from something as simple as rubbing against each other. But I craved the stimulation Danel gave me just as much as he craved me. We were trapped in this twisted cycle where even friction alone could bring us both intense satisfaction.
Of course, it’d be better if he just put it in.
“Ha… ahh… ahh…”
His ragged breaths spilled over my exposed skin.
Every time our bodies met, pleasure surged between us—raw, desperate, and unfulfilled.
I glared into Danel’s unwavering gaze as he stared down at me.
I had known from the start that he was doing this just to put me to sleep. Accepting even a hint of risk was something he couldn’t tolerate—knocking me unconscious was the easiest way to keep me quiet and compliant.
After all, my body, already molded to his hands, would succumb to pleasure until I slept for an entire day—or longer.
So, I endured until Danel finally spilled himself. I needed to believe I wasn’t the only one trapped and addicted to this twisted cycle. Even if it was meaningless, I wanted to know that I wasn’t the only one completely broken.
Suddenly, a large hand wrapped around my throat. Reflexively, I opened my mouth, and Danel’s lips crushed against mine.
Even while imprisoning and dominating me, his tongue roamed my mouth with desperate fear—searching, stealing every breath and drop of saliva. His kiss was slow and tender, contradicting the wild intensity of his gaze.
A searing heat burst across my lower abdomen like scattered embers. At the same time, Danel’s grip on my throat tightened just slightly.
His release, warm and sticky, pooled over my bare skin before dripping onto the already-soiled bed.
Despite the mess of fluids soaking the mattress, the kiss continued—endless and consuming.
In the end, I lost. The last thread of consciousness slipped through my fingers.
Even as I plunged into darkness, worry plagued me.
I need to wake up early. I have to be ready to leave the moment Danel departs tomorrow. If I wait any longer, my body will grow too heavy, and I won’t be able to walk far…
Thoughts like those filled my head until everything faded.
Fortunately, I woke just before dawn.
The room still reeked of lust, and the bed was damp with sweat and fluids. My body still radiated warmth from lingering heat.
But Danel was gone.
At first, I thought I’d woken at the right time. Though I didn’t know the exact hour, it clearly wasn’t the dead of night. I could hear multiple footsteps echoing from the floors below.
But something didn’t add up.
