“Sir Emmett… Haa. Touch me…”

Rosé guided Emmett’s wrist to her chest. His pupils shook at the unexpected soft sensation. He hadn’t intended to grasp it, but she pressed his frozen hand directly against it.

“Mm, like this, touch me.”

“I can’t… do that…”

“Please, Sir Emmett.”

Her large, round eyes, stained with tears, looked up at him pitifully. Emmett unconsciously squeezed her chest.

“Mm!”

Rosé’s back arched. Even his clumsy touch sent tingles through her chest. She couldn’t resist.

Rosé lowered her shoulder strap and exposed her br*asts to Emmett. Her chest, naturally spreading under her armpits, filled his eyes.

“Quickly… mm, harder.”

“I can’t. You and I are not yet…”

“Haa, it doesn’t matter.”

Rosé captured Emmett’s lips, who was only spouting boring words, as if devouring them. She felt his rough breath as he took a sharp inhale. Then his eyes slowly closed. It was the moment when instinct overpowered reason.

“Mm, ah…!”

“Haa, damn it. Haa…”

Emmett’s tongue licked her lips, pried them open, and then roughly invaded inside. He ravaged her palate, teeth, and the back of her tongue, scraping it as he plunged deeper.

It was a kiss that seemed to steal her breath away. Along with it, his hand that had been lingering on her collarbone slid down to her chest.

Emmett, who covered Rosé like a predator, squeezed her chest hard enough to crumple it. Rosé shuddered with a pleasant sigh.

The hands of a man who only held a sword were hard and rough. He couldn’t control his strength and gripped her soft flesh so hard that it hurt.

But she liked that clumsy touch. The man, who seemed uninterested in such things, persistently pursued her, which thrilled Rosé.

Emmett, who grabbed her chin and poured a sloppy kiss, lifted Rosé’s leg to his chest. His broad chest heaved like a beast unable to contain its excitement.

He pushed her small body with force, pressing her close to him. His enlarged member rubbed against Rosé’s groin, as if it would pierce through the fabric and enter her any moment.

How starved had he been? Watching Emmett, who seemed satisfied just by rubbing through the fabric, Rosé exhaled a languid breath. He might be fine with that, but Rosé wasn’t.

“Haa… Sir Emmett, it’s gotten big.”

Rosé gently pushed him away and smiled, glancing at his bulging lower part. The left side of his uniform pants was noticeably swollen.

The wrinkled outline of his c*ck continued down his left thigh. The thing trapped in his tight pants looked pitiful.

“Shall I… haa, make sure it doesn’t hurt?”

The question was unnecessary. Emmett, staring blankly at Rosé’s lips, seemed to have lost all reason.

As he merely nodded slightly, Rosé eagerly climbed on top of him.

“Wait… hold on…”

Rosé’s small hands, unbuttoning his pants, were quicker than ever, like a squirrel peeling an acorn. Pop, pop, pop. As she roughly undid and pulled down his pants, his wet, er*ect c*ck sprang out, hitting her nose.

‘It’s so intense…’

The c*ck smelled so strong, as if it hadn’t been used for a long time, maybe a lifetime. Despite its size, the foreskin hadn’t peeled back, indicating he hadn’t touched it often.

“Please, don’t look at it like that… please…”

Emmett’s cheeks turned red with the shame of showing his lower part to someone for the first time. If looking wasn’t allowed, how about licking?

Rosé cautiously grasped the base and lowered her head. Haa. As soon as she bit the tip, clear liquid spurted from the urethra.

“What are you… ugh!”

Emmett’s brows furrowed at the unfamiliar sensation he’s experiencing for the first time. The heat rushed to his lower abdomen, making him feel like something unknown would explode.

“I’m disinfecting it… haa, disinfecting it. Mmm.”

Rosé licked the slippery urethral opening like it was a candy. The sensitive gl*ns twitched, oozing prec*m.

How much would he release? Just a little licking made him dribble like urine.

“Please, stop… ah, ugh.”

Emmett could only bite his lips helplessly. Every time her small mouth sucked his, an indescribable sensation swept over him.

It was the first time he felt like he wanted to ej*culate like a little boy. It wasn’t even that he needed to pee, but something felt like it would pour out.

“Haa, it’s dripping down the shaft… mm, ah.”

Rosé, looking up at Emmett with a mischievous gaze, licked down the shaft.

The thick shaft, too wide to grasp with one hand, throbbed hotly wherever her tongue touched. The foreskin, thickly wrapped, was a lovely peach color, but the veins were dark and blue, resembling a beast’s c*ck.

“I can’t take it anymore. Ugh, please stop…”

Now he understood why male dogs pounced more when told no. Rosé couldn’t suppress her rising lust and took the tip into her mouth.

“Mm, mm…”

“Not there, damn it, ugh!”

The pain in her jaw was momentary. Rosé pushed her hair back and swallowed the shaft. The heavy thing invaded her mouth, making her cheeks bulge.

She endured the gag reflex and managed to take in half the shaft. The prec*m was so abundant, her mouth felt like it was filled with soup.

“Mm, mm…”

“I feel like… ugh, I feel like I’m going to come. Please, stop.”

Regardless of his pleading, Rosé bobbed her head, sucking his c*ck diligently. The strong scent of c*ck mixed with the smell of chestnut flowers filled her mouth. The liquid was so thick it made her entire mouth tingle.

Should she swallow it all the way to the base? The gl*ns, protruding from the pushed-back foreskin, was a lovely peach color but as thick and solid as a lotus root. It would be hard to breathe with it in her mouth, but she wanted to eat it.

Rosé held back the gag reflex as much as possible and swallowed the base. The pubic hair, smelling of prec*m, touched her philtrum, giving her a perverse sense of satisfaction.

Emmett’s struggles intensified. Unable to endure it, he grabbed Rosé’s hair.

“If you swallow that far, ugh, I’ll come… I’ll come. Please.”

She felt him trying to push her face away. But the more he did, the more Rosé tightened her throat around the gl*ns.

A sticky discharge flowed down her esophagus. It was ridiculous to still resist while being so aroused.

“Mm, mm, mm.”

“Huh… huh, ugh…”

Strength gradually left the rough hand that was gripping her hair. He stopped trying to push her away and instead caressed her head. He even pressed her down as if telling her to swallow deeper.

Rosé, pretending to comply, sucked his c*ck. She lowered the foreskin to the base, then raised it back over the gl*ns. The thick foreskin moving up and down was so erotic it drove her crazy.

When would he finally release his s*men? Rosé watched Emmett with her eyes raised. He had his eyes tightly shut, his face flushed with a rosy hue.

Below, his large chest and abs glistened with sweat. He was so aroused that his massive chest muscles heaved without rest.

Yet, he calmly held her head, moving it up and down, which was endearing.

“Haa, ugh, please. I’m going crazy. Ugh…”

The man who was the idol of the empire and the pillar of the imperial knight order was pathetically begging. All because his c*ck was being sucked.

Rosé’s lower part heated up. This wouldn’t satisfy her.

While sucking his c*ck, Rosé rubbed her cl*toris with one hand. The stronger the scent of his p*nis, the faster her hand moved in circles.

“Haa… haa, ugh, ah, ugh.”

Approaching climax, Emmett squinted to check on Rosé. She was m*sturbating while sucking his undoubtedly dirty c*ck.

At that moment, lust surged within him. An irrational certainty that she was his and a violent desire to control her as he pleased overwhelmed him.

“Ugh! Mm!”

The thought of protecting her had long been forgotten. Emmett pressed her head down hard to make her take the base of his c*ck. Her face turned red as she struggled to breathe.

“Huff, ugh, huff, huff…”

The angry tip of his c*ck rubbed against the back of her throat. Blood rushed to the shaft, making it swell. It was the limit. He thrust his hips up, forcing the remaining base into her mouth.

“Ugh!”

Gagging, Rosé hit Emmett’s thigh as the c*ck water spurted out. Emmett ignored it and pressed her head down.

Her throat contracted in shock, squeezing the gl*ns tightly. Spurts of s*men shot out.

The first ej*culation of his life was thicker and denser than milk. The amount was so much that it didn’t stop until her whole mouth was filled with the scent of his c*ck.

Rosé kept gagging, trying to spit out the c*ck. Emmett didn’t let her.

One ej*culation wasn’t enough. The shaft kept twitching, leaking s*men. He didn’t want to end it like this.

“Haa, haa… open your mouth wider. Deeper…”

“Ugh, mm, mm!”

Now it was Emmett who was forcing it. He grabbed Rosé’s head with both hands and moved it back and forth. His now fierce c*ck thrust roughly in and out of Rosé’s mouth.