Chapter 3 – In the Deep Night, In Your Bedroom (Part 3)

Thud, thud, thud-thud-thud-!

The endless pounding echoed loudly, and Anasha, trembling from the rising cl*max, tightened below. As if not wanting to miss a moment of the lingering sensation, she sucked his p*nis deep inside, fully surrendering to the swirling pl*asure.

“Ah!”

Finally, the tightening in her lower abdomen from the boiling pl*asure sent a long tremor through her. As the hard-earned cl*max slipped away without a chance to savor it, her entire body suddenly went limp. The moment her lower mouth, which had been holding his member, lost its strength, he accelerated his pounding in response to the squeezing pressure.

“Haah…!”

Even after the cl*max had ended, her limp body felt an overwhelming pl*asure from the unstoppable furious thrusting. Though she wanted to cry out for him to stop, her trembling voice failed to form words, only expressing incoherent cries. Tears streamed down, and the sensation of being torn below made her shudder.

“Uh! Uh! Ah!”

Karcian embraced her waist, pounding his m*mber into her like a dog. His panting moans escaped from his throat.

“Haah!”

“Ugh! Ha, ha, Anasha….”

Karcian paused his thrusting for a moment, suppressing the urge to climax, and licked away Anasha’s tears. He gently patted the back of her head and left fleeting kisses.

Just as she began to resent his relentless assault, the soothing touch on her back calmed her. Though it was painful while it lasted, the desire to do it again kept rising within her, making Anasha wiggle her legs.

Encouraged by this, Karcian removed his leg from between Anasha’s thighs. Keeping their joined parts still connected, he placed his hand on her stomach and lifted his waist, suddenly hoisting her b*ttocks into a bent-over position. Anasha, like a newly born foal, couldn’t hold her posture and stumbled.

“Is it hard?”

“Ugh…”

Karcian, worriedly observing her complexion, supported her chest and lifted her lightly.

“Huh!”

Every time she moved while being held by him, her flesh was pressed by his manhood, which showed no sign of shrinking.

Karcian placed a pillow on the bed’s headboard and laid her there. More accurately, she was sitting propped against the headboard.

Anasha clung to the pillow and, relying on the headboard for support, straddled his thighs. When he fiercely snapped his waist, Anasha was lifted by her b*ttocks, accelerated by gravity, and slammed down onto his p*nis.

“Uh, uh! Ah! Uh, ah!”

“Ha, Anasha, ha! Shasha…!”

Thud, thud, with each rhythmic movement of his waist, Anasha felt a sensation of slightly lifting and falling. Each thrust caused a tingling vibration at the junction.

Anasha moaned, feeling pleasure from his deeper thrusts, and clung to the bed’s headboard. Every time Karcian pulled her waist toward him and thrust hard, the itch inside was satisfyingly scratched. As the sensation below stirred, Anasha bent her back, leaning her weight on him.

Karcian embraced Anasha, who had entrusted herself to him, and kneaded and twisted her exposed br*asts and cl*toris, sucking on her neck. Her arms hung limply as he continued his thrusts. Anasha leaned her head against his broad shoulder and moaned.

“Ah, ah! Ah! Uh, uh!”

His hands and p*nis stimulated her pleasure points from above and below. Anasha trembled as she approached another climax. With each thrust, the tightly gripping flesh pillar swelled without fail. Anasha held her breath and tensed her lower abdomen as the climax approached.

“Uh!”

“Ha! Shasha! Grr!”

Karcian, who had been thrusting without pause, suddenly pressed his hips tightly against her b*ttocks. His expanding manhood seemed ready to fill her womb as it released its seed. As the warm fl*id spread from deep inside, Anasha felt more regret than relief that it was over.

“More, ha, do more…”

Her whispered words right by his ear reignited Karcian’s excitement, making him forget the afterglow of his climax. The last thread of rationality, hanging by a single strand, snapped.

Karcian quickly flipped her over and began to thrust like a madman. As he supported her lower abdomen with his hand, Anasha couldn’t think of anything else and shook her hips in response to his deep penetration. The relentless pressure from below, which made her feel like blood was rushing to her head, left her feeling pleasantly sore. The entrance, heated to the point of rawness, felt good despite the aching sensation.

Ah, maybe I’m the real crazy one.

Anasha curled up, overwhelmed by the escalating stimulation.

“Ah, uh…”

Karcian leaned forward, embracing Anasha’s small, trembling back. With one arm around her shoulder and the other around her lower abdomen, he pounded into her like a beast. The rise and fall of his chest was clearly felt against her back.

The hole, accustomed to the brutish size tearing through her, swelled and tightened over time. The friction against the crumbling inner walls should have hurt, but instead, the pain transformed into pleasure that dominated her whole body.

The strength in her lower abdomen was waning, but the rising heat gathered into a sharp, concentrated point. Then suddenly, she felt an unfamiliar sensation. The tingling building below was different.

“Wait! Stop! Huh, wait, ah! No…! Ah!”

Anasha clung to the strong arm wrapped around her shoulder and cried out. Despite tensing up, she couldn’t stop the intense heat that burst forth like a fountain.

“Ahhh…!”

“Ah, uh…!”

Karcian stopped, holding Anasha tightly, as she drenched his lower body with her flowing spring. The warmth of her fl*id quickly cooled, slightly easing the heat that had flared up.

Embarrassed, she buried her face and sobbed, while Karcian gently turned her over. Lying face-to-face with him again, Anasha was too exhausted to even remove the hair stuck to her tear- and sweat-streaked face, letting out small sobs. Karcian carefully removed the hair for her and kissed her flushed cheek.

“Ha, Shasha… Your lower part, ha… is holding me tight…”

“Haa, huh, sh-shut up! Huh, sniff…!”

“Looks delicious…”

“Wha-what?”

Her embarrassment quickly turned into exasperation at his nonsense. After several rounds of climax, their intermingled fl*ids were dripping onto the bed. He looked down at the l*quid soaking the sheets and smacked his lips.

“It looks like honey is dripping from your lower part.”

“Oh, really! Huh, stop talking!”

Seeing Anasha embarrassed by her own ar*usal, Karcian spoke cheerfully, making her blush again.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry.”

Karcian, soothing Anasha like a child, hugged her and patted her back, rubbing his face against her shoulder and moving his hips again. The sensation of him leisurely stirring her insides made Anasha hold him tightly. As his penis moved in and out of her w*tness, their fl*ids mixed, creating a frothy lather. The wetter her lower part became with their mingled fl*ids, the louder the sounds grew.

“Ha, ah! Huh! Ugh! Ah!”

As if this was their first copulation, Karcian endlessly stirred her below with his vividly alive penis. The creaking of the bed was drowned out by her heated cries.

Karcian captured the image of Anasha beneath him in his pupils, as if engraving it. As the night deepened, memories of the past debutante night overlapped. Even then, Anasha, flushed and struggling, had begged for more. Karcian couldn’t let go of today’s Anasha, fearing she might vanish like she did that night.

If she showed any pain, he would immediately stop and soothe her, and when her voice grew hoarse from crying out, he would hold her close and give her water. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself from driving into her. He feared today might mark the beginning of another indefinite wait.

‘I love you. I love you, Anasha.’

Karcian buried his face in her shoulder, rubbing his skin against hers like a cat marking its scent.

How many times had it been? Anasha, losing track, surrendered her body to his relentless thrusting, swaying endlessly. As dawn broke, her lower part, which had eagerly welcomed his thrusts, convulsed with Karcian’s climax. This time, as he paused with his manhood deeply embedded in her, Anasha thought it might finally be over and breathed a sigh of relief. But as her breathing steadied, she forgot her exhaustion and rubbed her thighs against the manhood still inside her.

“Karcian…”

Karcian, who was holding her from behind as she turned to her side, lifted his upper body while keeping his lower part still. Anasha thought about suggesting they do it one more time before sleeping, but then she saw it.

Gulp, gulp, she ended up seeing Karcian cleanly downing a second contraceptive pill.

“You beast!”

“Ah, don’twant…?”

No, I don’t really mind… actually, it’s rather nice…

Anasha swallowed the words that almost escaped and buried her face in the bed. Watching her like a puppy left behind, Karcian smiled softly and kissed her cheek. After licking and kneading Anasha’s body, which was covered in red marks from his bites and kisses, he began to move his hips again.

‘My Shasha.’

My beloved Anasha.

***

“Ugh…”

The relationship that continued even after seeing the morning sun only ended when she fell asleep from exhaustion.

Clicking his tongue in regret, Karcian washed her gently and dressed Anasha in the soft velvet slip he had prepared for this day. To spare her any embarrassment, the noble Young Master personally changed the bed sheets. Familiar with her sleep patterns and internal clock, Karcian prepared a simple meal as the sun rose high in the sky.

Thus, Anasha finally opened her eyes around late lunchtime. Her legs, waist, and even shoulders ached, causing her to curl up and groan. Meanwhile, Karcian, who had been holding her from behind, sat up and checked on her. His large hand touched her forehead for a moment before pulling away.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

Of course, you maniac.

Anasha tried to speak with her cracked voice but winced at the pain tearing through her vocal cords. Karcian slipped his hand under her armpit and effortlessly lifted her to a sitting position. He propped a pillow against the headboard and handed her a cup of cold water.

Once Anasha obediently finished the water, Karcian took the empty cup and placed it on the bedside table. Then he carried her to the tea table attached to the room. A thick soup, steaming hot, and freshly baked bread awaited her. Anasha, accustomed to his care, filled her stomach and took pain-relieving medicine before finally taking a breath.

“Shall I wash you?”

…What, you jerk?

At his brazen question, Anasha looked down at herself. The soft slip she had never seen before was wrapped around her smooth skin. Her body was neatly cleaned and dressed as if last night’s events had never happened, clearly indicating someone had washed and dressed her. So, his question implied he would ‘again’ wash her after another round. At his suggestive question, Anasha glared at him with cold eyes. 

This h*rny dog. 

She seriously contemplated her future, which she could vividly foresee.

‘Should I run away?’

It seems this crazy guy is really messed up.

Anasha turned her gaze sideways and looked at the empty birth control pill bottle left on the bedside table with trembling eyes. 

Why… why was the lid open, and the contents completely gone?

Karcian, following her gaze to the empty bottle, stealthily started to move. He casually knocked the bottle off into the trash bin right below, and with a plink, the sound of glass tinkling broke the quiet silence.

Anasha gasped, swallowing her breath and screamed in an outburst.

“Stop it!”

Stop it, you maniac!