Chapter 4.2

As doubt piled upon doubt, Lyla tilted her head.  

“If we really did spend the night together… shouldn’t I be in pain? But I don’t feel anything at all.”  

Lyla gently placed her hands between her legs.  

“Could it be… it’s too small…?”  

Lost in thought, Lyla accidentally muttered her conclusion aloud.  

She hadn’t meant for him to hear it, but…  

“You’re saying my c*ck is small?”  

Kadis’s forehead bulged with a vein as he instantly grasped her words.  

It was as if she had touched a nerve. His entire body turned red with anger, and his muscular frame tensed and flexed. The scar on his neck grew even redder, making him look like a volcano on the verge of eruption.  

Oh no. 

Lyla covered her mouth with both hands.  

They say strong denial is a form of affirmation.  

This was bad. Without meaning to, she had wounded Kadis’s pride.  

He was likely at an age where such matters were particularly sensitive. Then again, he was an adult now, so maybe he was past that phase. Still, men from the North were notoriously proud.  

Lyla scrambled to fix the situation.  

“Lord Kadis, I didn’t mean to insult you, I—ah!”  

Before she could finish, her body was pushed backward.  

A shadow the size of Kadis’s body loomed over her.  

“Want to check for yourself?”  

“…What?”  

“See for yourself how big your lord’s c*ck is.”  

Kadis pinned her shoulders down and began undoing his belt with one hand. Lyla panicked, writhing beneath him.  

“Ow! I think it hurts already! Lord Kadis, it’s definitely not small!”  

“Too late to take it back now.”  

“Shut up and look.” 

Kadis growled.  

As Lyla struggled to escape, Kadis effortlessly unbuckled his belt and flung it aside.  

Realizing escape was impossible, Lyla squeezed her eyes shut. She turned her head to the side, but Kadis grabbed her small chin and forced her to face him.  

“Open your eyes.”  

“Ugh…”  

“Lyle.”  

“Ah…!”  

Reluctantly, Lyla opened one eye.  

The moment she did, her gaze met the tip of his length, dripping with prec*m. She let out a silent scream.  

Even though her mouth wasn’t covered, she couldn’t bring herself to speak.  

Most of all…  

‘It’s huge!’  

Its sheer size made her feel as though every part of her body was aching in sympathy. Her thighs instinctively pressed together in humility.  

And yet… why?  

Amid her fear, a strange sense of calm washed over her.  

“Th-thank goodness.”  

“What?”  

“It’s… it’s so impressive… There’s no problem with you continuing your lineage…”  

In her dazed state, Lyla babbled nonsense.  

Though nonsensical, her words carried a sliver of sincerity. She had once overheard the kitchen maids say that bigger fish—and men—were better. If that were true, Kadis’s size would satisfy any woman. Of course, she excluded herself from that category.  

“What? Ha. You’ve completely lost it.” 

Kadis muttered, bewildered.  

As he let go of her chin, Lyla quickly turned away. She crawled on all fours in a futile attempt to escape.  

“Where do you think you’re going?”  

“Eek…!”  

Kadis grabbed her ankle and dragged her back. Her body collapsed helplessly onto the floor.  

Kadis stared down at Lyla, now beneath him.  

Even though he had only lightly grabbed her, red marks appeared on her ankle. The thought of leaving similar marks on other parts of her body made his lower half throb with satisfaction.  

“Showing your as$ to your lord—where did you learn such manners?”  

Smack!  

Kadis’s hand came down on her raised backside.  

The flesh rippled under his palm, and Lyla let out a sharp gasp. The sound of her voice made his head spin.  

How am I supposed to stay sane? 

Kadis gritted his teeth.  

“Is this what I taught you?”  

“Ah!”  

When he raised his hand again, Lyla instinctively clenched below. She discovered, much to her dismay, that she could control her muscles there.  

It was not a sensation she wanted to be aware of.  

“You’re a man, so you understand, don’t you? That thing you have to take care of every morning.”  

“W-what…?”  

Fortunately, the spanking stopped after one strike.  

Kadis began kneading her reddened skin as if to soothe the pain. Despite her slender frame, her backside was plump and satisfying to grab.  

Lyla trembled, unsure of how to react to her lord’s actions.  

“Lord Kadis…”  

She glanced back at him nervously.  

Ignoring her plea, Kadis spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tightly closed folds. Lyla’s eyes filled with tears.  

But her reaction only fanned the flames of Kadis’s sadistic desires.  

“Keep your thighs together.”  

“W-What…?”  

“I’ll show you exactly what you did last night.”  

“W-What do you mean…? Ah!”  

It happened in an instant.  

A hot mass of flesh slipped between her thighs.  

* * *  

“Ah, ah, ah…?”  

“Hah. Huff. Hah, damn…!”  

What on earth was happening?  

Lyla’s mind was in complete chaos. Her body, raised like a beast in heat, and Kadis, who was grinding behind her, were beyond her comprehension.  

Even as confusion clouded her thoughts, Kadis, now overtaken by lust, moved his hips like a feral animal.  

“Ugh, hah. Ah…!”  

“Mm, ngh! Ngh.”  

Every time Kadis thrust upward, a helpless, foolish moan escaped Lyla’s lips.  

“Hah, Lyle…”  

In contrast, Kadis let out hot breaths that could melt one’s ears just from hearing them.  

Squelch, slurp. Smack.  

Kadis grabbed Lyla’s neck with one hand and began sucking and biting at her nape. His hot breath left her skin damp.  

Though he had the urge to bite her neck like a beast, he restrained himself. Instead, he nibbled lightly, leaving no marks, and licked the area with his tongue.  

All while his hips never stopped moving.  

Thud, thud, thud.  

Lyla’s body swayed uncontrollably. The movements were so intense it felt as if her organs might spill out. She shuddered at the thought that, without the bandages, even her chest would be shaking wildly.  

But at this rate, that unsettling thought seemed close to becoming reality. Kadis’s relentless thrusts were loosening the tightly bound bandages.  

‘No!’  

Lyla pressed her chest with both hands to keep it in place. This caused her entire body to tense up.  

Naturally, her thighs, which Kadis’s heated shaft slid between, also tightened.  

“Ah. Damn. Why are you suddenly squeezing like that? Ugh…!”  

“S-Sorry!”  

Lyla apologized, not even knowing what she’d done wrong.  

“Who told you to apologize? Ah, wait. Squeeze tighter. Damn. That feels amazing. It’s like I’m melting.”  

Straightening his upper body, Kadis slapped Lyla’s backside.  

“Eek!”  

“Damn, it keeps tightening.”  

Though Kadis frowned as if he couldn’t take it anymore, he continued spanking her, making her thighs clamp down even harder. It was unclear whether he found the tightness unbearable or irresistible.  

Smack!  

Another sharp slap landed on her b*ttocks.  

“Ahk!”  

Lyla bit her lip hard.  

She barely managed to swallow her moans, but she couldn’t stop the fluids flowing from her. Like a child punished and crying, her nectar dripped endlessly from her core.  

‘It’s so wet….’  

Her soaked underwear clung to her most sensitive area, and her thighs were drenched.  

‘It’s so hot….’  

The inner sides of her thighs, rubbed raw by the veined shaft, and her reddened, spanked b*ttocks ached all over. Even without looking, she could feel how inflamed the areas were.  

And yet. And yet.  

Why was I so aroused? 

Her hangover had long since vanished. Instead, her entire body was consumed by a heat far stronger than any drunken stupor. Her heightened sensitivity made her vividly aware of the fluids trickling down her thighs.  

As much as Kadis, who moved like a dog in heat behind her, Lyla’s own body, reacting to this pseudo-s*xual act, was far from normal.  

At least Kadis had the excuse of being stimulated, but she was merely lending her thighs like some kind of surrogate. Though the bulbous head of his shaft occasionally grazed her sensitive area…  

“Hah, Lord Kadis… Please… Please stop, I beg you!”  

“Huff, hah…!”  

Lyla pleaded desperately, pressing her forehead against the sheets, but Kadis, who was nearing his climax, had no room to listen.  

After all, this was his first time.  

Damn it. 

Kadis was a virgin, and this was just a practice round to avoid messing up during the real thing. However, once he started, even this rehearsal was driving him mad with pleasure.  

Her thighs were so tight it felt like they would snap his shaft in half. Every now and then, when they clenched involuntarily, it felt as if they were trying to crush him.  

Her thighs, soft yet firm, were unlike her slim wrists and arms. They enveloped him warmly, making him wonder just how snug her insides would feel.  

“Lord Kadis…!”  

Unable to bear it any longer, Lyla reached back and pushed against Kadis’s thighs. They were as hard as if they, too, were aroused.  

“Ah!”  

At that moment, Kadis grabbed both her wrists and pulled them back, thrusting upward with force.  

“Ugh…!”  

“Hngh!”  

The upward curve of his shaft grazed her sensitive bud, sending a sharp jolt through her.  

Lyla was reminded once again why she was so wet. That thick, pointed head kept rubbing against her most sensitive spot, leaving her no choice but to react.  

“Ah, damn. This is amazing.”  

“Ah…!”  

As the bulbous head withdrew, it brushed her bud again, making her tremble violently.  

Her thighs convulsed and tightened around him, causing her to climax from the stimulation alone.  

“Damn, if you keep squeezing like that…!”  

“Hah…!”  

Finally, Kadis released his seed.  

The moment he let go of her wrists, Lyla collapsed forward.  

“Ah…!”  

His shaft, still lodged between her thighs, shot out thick streams of s*men.  

One, two, three, four powerful jets of fluid sprayed out before the flow began to slow.  

By then, Lyla’s face was completely drenched in his release, as if she’d been splashed with water.  

“Hah, cough…!”  

The s*men, not only covering her face but even slipping into her mouth, left a salty taste on her tongue. It felt as though she’d just performed an act she hadn’t.  

“Ugh…”  

As Lyla struggled to deal with the liquid in her mouth, Kadis flipped her over.  

“Why… Why are you swallowing my seed?”  

Still dazed from his climax, Kadis gazed at her with half-lidded eyes.  

‘Because you shot so much that it ended up in my mouth!’  

Lyla cursed him inwardly.  

Oblivious to her thoughts, Kadis smirked and ran a hand through her hair, now sticky with his release.  

“Consider it an honor.”  

Gripping her chin, he tilted her head back, forcing her to swallow.  

“Swallow it all.”  

Though she resisted, she eventually gave in.  

Gulp. 

She swallowed it.  

The seed Kadis had released disappeared into her stomach, serving no purpose.  

The only comfort was that she had received it in her mouth and not elsewhere. With the sheer amount, she might have gotten pregnant if it had gone below.  

“Good.”  

Kadis, satisfied that Lyla had swallowed, gently shook her chin before releasing her.  

“Hah… Hah…”  

Lyla gasped for breath, which she had been holding back. Every time she opened her mouth, the viscous remnants of the seed stretched out.  

As her ragged breathing filled the air, Kadis’s shaft began to stir again. Unable to hold back, he climbed on top of Lyla.  

“Stay still.”  

“?”  

Kadis began moving his shaft.  

Before Lyla’s eyes, the Duke of the North, a war hero and the man who had saved her life in a bandit hideout ten years ago, began pleasuring himself.  

At that moment, all her memories shattered into pieces.  

“Damn.”  

Kadis, who had been stroking himself quickly, aimed downward.  

And released.  

Once again, an overwhelming amount of seed sprayed forth, no less than before.  

This time, it splattered across Lyla’s chest. Even the tightly wound bandages around her chest absorbed the warm liquid.  

Lyla stared blankly at her chest. She found herself regretting the wasted seed.  

“Do you regret it?”  

Perhaps reading her thoughts, Kadis smirked and asked. Lyla shook her head with her lips tightly sealed.  

“If you regret it, I can feed you more below.”  

His large hand caressed the inside of her thigh.  

His palm, rough and hardened with calluses, was smeared with seed. It felt both unbearably hot and as though it might burn her.  

‘No. Please, stop!’  

Lyla clasped her hands together as if in prayer, trembling. Kadis’s red eyes bore into her.  

Did she really need to look so afraid?  

Kadis’s lips twisted slightly. The mood was suddenly ruined.  

“Fine, I’ll stop.”  

“…What?”  

Lyla cautiously opened one eye and asked.  

“W-What did you just say…?”  

As if to confirm she hadn’t misheard, she asked again. But by then, Kadis had already moved to lie down on the bed. Only then did Lyla let out a sigh of relief.  

“I said I’m sleeping.”  

“Eek!”  

But when Kadis turned toward her and wrapped an arm around her waist, she nearly stopped breathing. His arm was as thick as a log and as unyielding as chains, crushing any will to resist.  

“You should sleep too.”  

Kadis patted Lyla’s body as if soothing a child.  

How could she possibly sleep in this situation?  

Her face was smeared with seed, her thighs stung from friction, and her reddened bottom still burned from the spanking.  

Then Kadis tightened his hold on her and whispered.  

“If you try to run away while I’m asleep, I swear I’ll take you for real.”