She was so wet it didn’t hurt. Dante gauged her reaction, then slid in a second finger. When he spread them apart like scissors, a m*an tore out of her immediately, low and helpless. Dante soothed her as though to say it was alright, and focused on working his fingers deeper inside her.

“Hh, aah, haa……!”

When he added a third finger and thr*st them in a pumping motion, the wet, slapping sound it made set her ears burning. Lionette thought she wanted to cover her ears, yet found herself caught between that and not wanting to escape this pleasure. It was a deeply strange feeling.

“I’m sorry. I’ve heard the first time hurts no matter what…… I’ve tried to loosen you up as much as I can.”

It will probably hurt. Dante freed himself and leaned forward, pressing his lips to Lionette’s forehead. The soft little sound it made sent her heart lurching.

She hadn’t been able to bring herself to look, but his c*ck was already fully hard, leaking enough that it glistened from tip to base, wet the way something would be if it had been slicked on purpose. It was clear enough that Dante was just as worked up as she was.

Dante took hold of himself and rubbed against her folds. When the head grazed her cl*t, two m*ans in entirely different registers rang out and tangled together all at once.

“Ah…… Lionette.”

“Hh, mm…….”

Dante looked down at her for a moment, measuring, then slowly began to push inside. Even stretched to three fingers, the moment something the size of his forearm started pressing in, she tensed up immediately. Her walls clenched tight, and Dante’s face creased.

“Nngh…….”

“Ah, ah…….”

“Lionette, this is too…….”

Lionette sucked in a breath, and Dante pressed his lips to her face in quick, pecking kisses. Her cheek, the tip of her nose, her jaw, down to her neck, the ticklish press of his lips against each spot eased some of the tension out of her. She glanced down to check how far he had gotten and immediately had to stifle a sound of alarm. More than half was still left. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how full she would feel when he was all the way in.

“Slowly, ngh, I’ll go slowly…… relax.”

Dante did go relatively slowly, but what he hadn’t accounted for was that Lionette’s tension was unwinding even more slowly than that.

No matter how slowly he pushed in, the feeling of being completely filled didn’t go away. It felt, subjectively, like he was packed all the way up to her throat, and Lionette had to press her hand against her stomach between gasping breaths just to check that he hadn’t actually pushed through her.

But that only made things worse. She could faintly feel the outline of him through the thin skin of her belly. Her inner walls clenched hard all at once, and Dante sucked in a sharp breath.

“Hnn, ah, deep, hh!”

“Ah, Lionette, you’re so tight, nngh…….”

Dante was stuck, unable to move forward or pull back, so he reached down and rubbed her cl*t the same way he had before. Like a switch wired directly to her, the tension in her walls eased, and she could feel it herself.

“Hnn, ah, not so hard, hh!”

“Gently, I’ll go gently…… just relax a little…….”

You’re so tight, you’re going to cut me off.

A bead of sweat dropped from Dante’s jaw and rolled down onto her chest as he said it. His voice was thick and strained, and the desperation in it was oddly sensual, so much so that despite everything he had done to ease her, her walls clenched around him again. Dante must have thought he hadn’t worked her cl*t well enough, because he rubbed it harder with his thumb and even gave it a small pinch. Lionette was the only one suffering.

“Ah, aah, Dante, mmn…….”

Every time he pressed deep inside her, every thought she had simply evaporated.

How? How can something like this exist in the world? Both of them gasped and thought the same thing.

Every nerve in her body felt like it had been converted into an organ for pleasure. Lionette wrapped her arms around Dante’s neck without meaning to and panted against him. He pulled her naturally into his arms and drove his hips forward. A torrent of m*ans broke free.

“Hnn, mmn……!”

“Ah, Lionette, Lionette…….”

Dante curved slightly at the tip, and because of it he scraped against the deepest part of her, driving her nearly out of her mind. Dante, for his part, was drowning in pleasure with his c*ck buried inside her, wet and clenching tight around him. He felt like he wouldn’t have noticed if someone drove a blade into his back right then.

Lionette buried her face against his shoulder, rubbing her cheek there as though to wipe away the tears the pleasure had drawn out of her.

Every time his long hair tickled the back of his neck, Dante couldn’t suppress a shudder. Instead he bent his head and licked at her br*ast, sucking the peak into his mouth. All Lionette could do was cling to him and beg him to be gentle, to please not bite.

“Haa, ah, hh!”

Coming from penetration was a little different from the cl*max she had reached when he worked her cl*t. What mattered, either way, was that it left Lionette thrashing in pleasure until she was too exhausted to form words. Her ears went muffled, then cleared, and every sensation seemed to pour through her all at once.

Not long after, Dante groaned and pulled out at the deepest point, spilling onto her stomach. With no idea what kind of look Dante was giving the white skin of her belly now streaked with him, Lionette dropped into sleep like a stone.

***

Since the previous duke and duchess had already passed, being married to the duke was nothing but convenient for Lionette.

The agreement between her and Dante came down to two things.

They would eat dinner together, and they would share a bed at least once a week.

The second, however, was being kept more than faithfully, to the point of excess. Once a week, please. Two people who had tasted pleasure for the first time couldn’t keep their hands off each other the moment their eyes met. It was almost strange that she hadn’t gotten pregnant.

Even while Lionette was trying to read.

“Mmn, hh!”

“Haa…….”

“Wait, just a moment…….”

Dante cupped her br*ast in his large hand. The pressure was exactly enough to feel good.

He had settled Lionette in his lap and ran his tongue along her neck. Goosebumps rose across her skin. Lionette had already half-slipped out of her dress, shed like a second skin. Dante was still fully dressed, but what she felt pressing against her from below was nothing short of feral.

That wasn’t all. The two of them were the kind of couple who could end up tangled together in the middle of breakfast. Lionette had felt playful and stretched her foot under the table to tease him, and Dante dropped his fork before she even finished.

He waved off the servant who came running at the sound, then crawled under the table. Good heavens, Dante Siegfried of all people. Then, like a child, he ducked under her dress and sucked at her relentlessly.

“Ah, I’m sorry, hnn, I’m sorry…….”

Lionette hadn’t expected a little teasing to end up like this, and she cried and begged, but he didn’t stop until she came at least once.

After bringing her to a quick cl*max with his tongue pressed flat against her cl*t, he finally came out from under her dress.

He must have been short of air, because his face was flushed red. The sight of it only drew Lionette in further.