I Was Tricked Into A Fraudulent Marriage By The Obsessive Villain - Chapter 5.11 - Banquet (R19)

He was stimulating her cl*toris, urging her to c*m quickly, as if he was annoyed that she wasn’t w*t enough.

He licked the area around her cl*toris with the tip of his tongue and then pushed his flesh inside.

“Ah…”

Feeling the slippery flesh entering, Iona’s upper body sank downward.

Despite losing balance and collapsing below her waist, Carvain didn’t let her go.

While gripping her tempting b*ttocks in both hands, he continued to absorb the moisture. Thanks to that, Iona ended up in a shameful position with her head buried in the floor, only her b*ttocks sticking out.

“Iona, raise your b*ttocks.”

If her b*ttocks lowered even slightly, Carvain smacked her b*ttocks hard, causing pain.

“Ugh, ah…”

Where his palm struck, it felt like being pricked with a needle. Nevertheless, the fl*id that spurts out reflexively proves that she isn’t entirely in pain.

“Ha, haa… Stop, Carvain, ugh…!”

Carvain greedily devoured her insides, not satisfied.

He licked the entrance and then continued with the insertion movement with his tongue, suddenly inserting his tongue all the way in.

Her lower region was already soaked, as evident from the dampness on the bedsheet.

“Haah. Lady Hardin. Did you dance with w*t clothes like this?”

As he pulled up the underwear that had fallen down, he scolded her angrily.

When she wore underwear soaked from being sucked w*t, the underwear quickly became stained with l*quid.

“Dancing while rubbing like this. Huh?”

“Huh, no… haa.”

His accusation about her dancing while so w*t was absurd, given how he had made her so w*t in the first place.

“Explain it to me. Iona, when did you get w*t, huh?”

“Ha…. Mmm.”

He licked the part where her private area was located above her panties.

The fabric, which was already w*t, became even more soaked and clung tightly to her.

The white underwear had been w*t for a long time and was no longer functioning properly. Carvein couldn’t take his eyes off Iona’s g*nitals that were revealed through the w*t fabric.

It seemed as if there were holes tempting him even beyond the fabric.

“Explain it to me. When did you get w*t?”

He pressed his thumb firmly on the spot where her private area was located.

“Ah, aah…”

Along with the fabric, his thumb entered inside. Overwhelmed by the tantalizing sensation of the underwear entering her, Iona couldn’t give a response and let out a moan.

Her legs trembled as if they were about to give out any moment. The b*ttocks she was lifting up vibrated as if they were about to fall.

“If even a drop of your juices spilled on the floor of this party, I’d be tempted to kill everyone who was there tonight.”

“Carvain, please, stop… uh, haa!”

“Huh? What do you think, Iona?”

Firmly. Carvain pushed his thumb further inside like drilling a hole. Iona exhaled a trembling breath and answered him.

“Now, haa. Like this…”

“Oh. You like this, Iona?”

Huh? So that’s why you’re so w*t?

Carvain licked her cheek and asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Hm, haah…”

“I’m just like you.”

Biting her earlobe, he whispered. Carvain took her hand and placed it on his bulging pants.

“Haa.”

Iona felt her fingers twitch at the heat beneath her palm.

Rubbing against her palms, he was getting even harder down there.

Ugh, how big is this going to get……?

Even in a semi-conscious state, Iona felt sweat running down her spine from the object that kept swelling beneath her palm.

Carvain, still rubbing his lower region against her hand, suddenly reached out to the table next to the bed.

He picked up something from it and grabbed Iona’s ankle, flipping her over.

As he spread her white thighs, he inserted something into her below.

“Ah…! What, what is…!”

Startled by the sudden intrusion, Iona asked. Despite her astonished reaction, Carvain laughed and inserted more inside her.

“Hngh, mmh…!”

Clank. The sound of the inserted objects colliding inside her could be heard. Something round was inside her.

“Hm, what is this?”

“It’s candy.”

Carvain took out a round candy from the candy box and showed it to her.

Iona’s eyes widened when she saw the round strawberry-flavored candy.

“Wh-what… Ah, don’t put it in, Carvain, hng!”

Enjoying her reaction, Carvain inserted another candy into her v*gina.

“Why? You were eating them well at the party earlier.”

“Hmph, ugh… Ah, no, hm!”

“You eat well with your upper lips, and now you eat well with your lower lips too.”

Carvain pressed her abdomen with his large hand.

Then, she felt the candy balls inside her rubbing against each other.

“Hak, ah… ah!”

“Is it that good?”

“Hmph, let go… Carvain, hngh.”

“Oh, if you beg like that, it weakens my resolve, wife.”

A man on the bed muttered empty words without even looking at her.

Carvain put his hand under Iona’s thigh and raised her lower body.

In that position, he brought his lips to her torn slit.

“Hngh!”

His tongue invaded the candy-filled interior.

Carvain stuck his tongue into her v*ginal opening, licking the candy.

“Ha, ah, huh… ah!”

“Ha, it’s sweet.”

Sweet to the point of madness, Iona.

The candy inserted into the hot inside was already starting to melt slowly.

Carvain seemed to be thinking of melting it and eating it inside her, as he continued to insert his tongue and move the candy with the tip of his tongue.

His constant movement caused the candies inside to bump against each other, constantly irritating the sensitive inner walls.

“Haah…!”

Iona’s neck was twisted back as she trembled.

“Stop, hm… Please, stop….”

“You need to speak properly.”

He advised, taking in the juices she was beginning to drip without spilling a drop.

“Please, hm, please… give it to me.”

The interior opened and closed as she begged for immediate relief of this sensation.

She needed his m*mber to stimulate her sensitive inner walls to reach cl*max.

“My wife is begging like this, so I have no choice but to comply.”

Carvain inserted two fingers at once.

Squish, squish. With a sound, two fingers moved inside her.

“Mmm, not fingers… umm… something else…”

“Something else, what?”

“…Hngh, why do you keep doing this?”

Looking at Iona, crying with teary eyes, Carvain smiled brightly.

“Unlike my wife, I’m far from being aroused. Nothing stirred.”

“You are, hm. You were earlier…!”

“Were I?”

Carvain withdrew from her. The fingers that had somewhat assuaged the hunger below quickly left.

Iona grabbed his hand, unsure of what to do with the heat that had gathered below.

“I’m angry…ngh, you said you would satisfy me…”

“I believe you were already quite satisfied.”

“Argh!”

Carvain flicked her swollen cl*toris with his finger.

“Look at this, wife. It’s all your own juices, isn’t that enough to take out your anger?”

Carvain turned her head, allowing Iona to see where her ar*usal had collected.

“Hngh, I was bad… bad…”

“Then go ahead and do it yourself.”

Carvain lowered her down the bed and sat on the edge.

Under his wiping hand, Iona slowly reached up and unzipped his trousers.

When she lowered his underwear, his already swollen p*nis popped out with a thud.

“Already…….”

“What are you saying?”

“…….”

The veins were prominent and the gl*ns twitching, clearly indicating that his desire was being held back to the point of pain.

Iona glanced at Carvain, who feigned ignorance until the very end, then grabbed his bulging c*ck with both hands.

The contrast between her beautiful face and the monstrous p*nis was something she could never get used to, no matter how many times she saw it.

Iona gathered her courage, swallowed her dry saliva, and stuck out her tongue to flick the tip of his gl*ns.

“Haah.”

A satisfied moan escaped from his firm lips. Gaining more courage from his reaction, she placed the gl*ns in her mouth. Even with just the gl*ns, her mouth was full.

This, this can’t be…?