With her eyes cast firmly downward, her husband’s member was clearly visible. The c*ck that had been moving up and down around Celian’s gap was now near her chest, having passed her abdomen. The p*nis that received her gaze twitched in greeting.

But that was merely a physical response; the face reflected in her raised gaze was utterly rigid. It seemed Izer had no intention today. She decided to give up instead of being stubborn for no reason.

The failed attempt was somewhat embarrassing. The fact that only she seemed excited about being n*ked and pressed together made her face flush hot. She dropped her hand and avoided his gaze.

“Sorry, I’ll sleep quietly.”

“Hm?”

“I said I won’t do it. Sorry for fooling around.”

She muttered and pushed against his firm abdomen. It didn’t budge. Celian voiced her opinion once more, quietly.

“Get off, you’re heavy.”

But neither he nor his c*ck moved from their positions. It was then that the man who had been looking down at her with the same expression moved his hips forward.

“……!”

The protruding gl*ns touched her swollen n*pple. When she reflexively screamed at the unfamiliar sensation, a large hand covered her mouth. Izer looked down at his wife, who was gripping his wrist, and growled.

“When will my queen finally admit that her husband is not in his right mind.”

“……”

“Lian, because you keep doing this, I can’t control myself even when I try to be gentle. It’s like you’re testing a person’s patience, teasing to see how much I’ll endure today……”

Despite his leisurely voice, his eyes burned. Even in the darkness, she could clearly see him gripping his p*nis and rubbing it against Celian’s n*pples.

The part that discharged s*men was rubbing against the position meant to feed babies. The n*pple that hadn’t even been touched by lips quickly became wet. Still unsatisfied, Izer brought the tip where liquid flowed to her n*pple and persistently rubbed it. Not stopping there, he even drew circles with the prec*m that had flowed abundantly over her br*ast.

The small bumps that protruded on her ar*ola became wet, then dried and became parched as his hand moved elsewhere. Watching the skin that had stiffened while standing er*ect, Izer struck her n*pple with his c*ck. Celian’s body flinched.

He growled in a deeply sunken voice.

“Seducing someone who’s barely holding back and then saying you don’t want to…… there are all kinds of ways to drive a person crazy. Of course, if it’s what you want, I’d even drink poison for you.”

Thwack, thwack, heavy impacts continued on the swollen, sensitive area. Unfortunately for Izer, he had only one c*ck, so for the peak he couldn’t directly cherish, he personally pinched it between his fingertips and alternately crossed two fingers like scissors. A thin moan flowed from Celian, whose mind became hazy from the different stimulations coming from both br*asts.

“Ah……!”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

It didn’t hurt, but it was shameful. Tears welled up from the excessively intense stimulation. Even knowing that Izer got more excited the more she struggled, she couldn’t help it.

Now Izer gathered the two pieces of flesh that stood high toward the sky and squeezed his p*nis between them. Thanks to using liquid that might have been sweat or prec*m as lubricant, his posture of moving back and forth between her br*asts looked utterly comfortable.

But she, with her chest squeezed to the point of bursting, was not comfortable. Every time the tip of the large gl*ns came toward her face, Celian’s back tensed up accordingly. Her tension was not based on fear of when that flesh would pierce her throat, but stemmed from imagining it moving violently inside her.

Izer whispered nonchalantly while quickening his back-and-forth movement.

“There will be strong handprints. Is that okay?”

“Uh, yes.”

She barely managed to answer. It was absurd even to herself to give consent when her breathing was constricted, but if she said no at that point, Izer’s eyes would completely lose it.

Today Izer acted as if he was using Celian for entertainment rather than for her sake. In other words, his caresses were being used as a means to maximize his own pleasure instead of for the purpose of exciting Celian. Even knowing this obvious fact, her vaginal walls began moving on their own, waiting only to accept their partner.

Izer read her flustered expression accurately.

“You’re making a face that’s properly feeling it, Lian.”

“……”

Without time to stop him, the tip that had been tormenting her chest moved downward. His hand also moved to her g*nitals. Her legs reflexively drew together at the touch that tickled the tender flesh inside her thighs, which were damp with moisture.

“It tickles.”

“Spread them.”

The thigh that squeezed between her legs somewhat roughly spread her two legs apart. The man’s stiff pubic hair stabbed at the small protrusion where the skin had peeled. Her pelvis twisted at that sensation, and her cl*toris, responding to the friction, cheered and increased in size.

It was a good situation to be caught in. Two fingers pinched precisely, and a moan burst out involuntarily.

“Haah.”

“How is it, do you still not want to do it?”

The voice that whispered while twisting and stimulating the protrusion was lascivious. What use was it to curve his eyes like a crescent moon when his gaze was already that of a beast? What use was it to ask as if being generous when he was already tracing his fingers at the entrance of her gap, showing he wouldn’t allow refusal?

And Celian wanted him like that. Her rapid breathing urged Izer on.

“Do it, do it for me. Ugh!”

Their positions instantly reversed. Izer, lying on his back on the bed, looked up at her sitting on his chest.

“You…… do it.”

The handprints he had left on her br*asts were vivid. He could anticipate the spectacular sight of those marks shaking along when she moved her body, and saliva gathered in his mouth.

Celian followed his words. She wriggled and lifted her pelvis upward, trying to fit herself below. Her erected thighs were so lewd that he was about to thrust his hips up immediately, but decided to endure so that giving her the initiative would be worthwhile. However, when he felt the entrance rubbing against her vaginal opening, he could no longer endure.

“Ah!”

A scream burst from the woman’s mouth as she was instantly penetrated by him. There would be some shock since he had penetrated all at once.

The woman looking up from below was ecstatic. He swallowed his breath while staring intently at Celian’s face and thrusting his hips upward. Celian’s interior, which had been trembling violently, suddenly tightened.

“What’s wrong, Lian…… If you do this, I won’t be able to let you go quickly.”

“Hah, uh……”

“Damn……”

She wasn’t used to being on top. That clumsiness was sweet to Izer. During the day, he was helplessly dragged along by Celian and elated with joy, and at night, he held her leash and shook her as he wanted. What a perfect relationship. Especially if the woman who had been following his lead began voluntarily swaying her hips, intoxicated by her own sensations.

Once he brought her to a certain level of excitement, Celian would voluntarily swallow Izer. Even now, the red inner walls that were greedily swallowing his tip would probably be reluctantly following along even when he withdrew. It was his joy to serve passionately in tune with her moans that pressured his excessively swollen member as if to squeeze it while urging him to go deeper.

The female body that had been shaking her hips with her hands braced behind her back collapsed onto him with a thud. Her entire body was drenched in sweat and slippery.

Izer asked while sensuously stroking her thighs that were trembling with exhaustion. He could hear panting breaths by his ear.

“Done? Can you sleep now?”

“Uh, yes……”

“I’m not.”

He was still inside her. Izer gripped her struggling shoulder blades and thrust his hips upward. Her limp body moaned and shook.

“Just bear with it a little, Lian.”

“Hah, haah……”

“I’ll make you come once more……”

Drawing out consecutive climaxes was simple. Deeper than the first time, stronger, faster. It was even more effective if he chose the parts where she felt it well and stabbed them. As much as he wanted to torment her more, he reminded himself repeatedly that he must not forget his original purpose by being dominated by lust, and he focused on draining his wife’s strength.

The female body that had been sobbing like a wrongfully dead ghost with her head drooped on Izer’s shoulder convulsed once more. Izer pretended to be benevolent as he stroked Celian’s cheek.

“I’d like you to moan a little louder today, my queen.”

So that the damn storm cannot harm your night. Izer swallowed his unspoken words and gripped Celian’s pelvis.

***

At least one of Celian’s claims was certain. She fell asleep so exhausted that she couldn’t even lift her body, let alone get out of bed.

Izer gave her his arm as a pillow and held her close. As soon as her thighs, which had become fluffy after being carefully wiped clean, brushed against his center, his lower body heated up hotly again.

Fortunately, he had enough sense not to succumb to that level of desire. Izer slightly pulled his b*ttocks back, hoping he wouldn’t wake Celian. His deeply sleeping wife didn’t move at all. A quiet sigh flowed through the teeth of the man lying straight so his breath wouldn’t reach his wife.

‘She needs to sleep soundly until morning.’

For two consecutive days, fierce storms had blown. Just as he had expected when he lay in bed warily watching the thickening raindrops, Celian got up around midnight and headed for the window. Following Owen’s advice that it would be dangerous to forcibly drag her from unconsciousness and mix it with consciousness, Izer waited one step behind for Celian to come to her senses.