I Was Tricked Into A Fraudulent Marriage By The Obsessive Villain - Chapter 5.12 - Banquet (R19)

It was the moment Iona was about to call Carvain, saying she couldn’t continue. Unable to withstand the stimulation brought about by her moving tongue, Carvain, whose endurance was broken, pulled his p*nis out of her mouth and lifted Iona, swiftly throwing her onto the bed.

The veins in his neck stood out.

“Look at this, my Wife. Even as a Grand Duchess, you dare to treat the lower part with such disrespect.”

Carvain criticized her while looking at the s*men flowing down the spot where Iona was sitting.

Although his words were cruel, his face maintained an incredibly joyful expression, as if enjoying the situation.

However, his face, filled with heightened sensitivity, displayed a fierce determination unlike usual.

“We should feed you quickly, shouldn’t we? Huh? You seem quite hungry.”

“Mmm, please, quickly.”

When Iona urged him, Carvain made her stand on all fours, just like before and penetrated her from behind.

“Why, mmph. Why like this… Ah…!”

“You said you wanted to eat quickly, didn’t you?”

Thump! He buried himself completely inside her.

“Haa. It tastes even better like this. My wife.”

“Ah, aaah, ah…!”

He started thrusting in earnest.

Thump, thump! Thump! He pounded her relentlessly, and her sanity evaporated.

Carvain tightly grasped the snow-white b*ttocks that swayed in front of him, as if wanting to crush them. The pressure left marks as the flesh turned red, much to his liking.

“Hang, aaah… Huh, aaah, ah!”

“Oh, it’s still there.”

“Heuk, what… Hngh, what is it…”

“Candy.”

Carvain pressed the candy against her inner wall as if letting her know it was there, with the tip of his gl*ns.

“Haa, yes! No, no… I don’t like it…”

“Don’t like it?”

“Inside, heuk. Inside… It feels like it’s going in… Ah!”

“Inside where? In your ut*rus?”

Carvain pressed his hand against her abdomen and applied pressure.

“Hak…!”

When he pressed firmly, her inner wall stuck tighter to his p*nis, intensifying the stimulation. Iona twisted her neck back and let out a moan.

“You can’t get pregnant with candy, Iona.”

“Ah, let… let go! My stomach, ah… it’s too… ah, ah!”

“Should I try putting it in somewhere? See if you get pregnant.”

“No, ah… ah! Ah! Ah!”

Carvain pounded her as if he were trying to insert the last remaining candy into her ut*rus.

When Iona expressed her dislike by squirming, he pulled out his erect p*nis that he had thrust inside and attached his mouth underneath.

“Uh! Ha, why, why, ugh, ugh!”

“You said to take it out.”

The remaining candy that had been melting inside her was brought out.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah…”

The stimulation was so intense that Iona collapsed.

She thought the erect p*nis would penetrate her b*ttocks again, but Carvain didn’t move.

“Carvain…?”

When Iona called him, he grabbed her arm and lifted her up.

“Put it in yourself, wife.”

“Why, hic. Why again…”

Iona cried, wondering what this man was obsessed with this time.

Carvain insisted that he wouldn’t even move a finger to help her, despite the fact that she had been receiving stimulation for so long and had not yet relieved her heat.

Iona, who was fed up with Carvain’s stubbornness, climbed onto his lap.

“Huh, ah, ah…”

“Shh, slowly. That’s right.”

Carvain caressed Iona’s back as she climbed onto his large m*mber.

“Ah…”

The sensation of his large sh*ft entering her flesh from below was exhilarating.

The sensation of being pierced by a spear was so intense that Iona couldn’t swallow his p*nis all at once.

“You’re trying to dry me out and kill me.”

Carvain, who was no match for her, grabbed her waist and pulled her forcefully.

“Ah!”

When she swallowed it all the way to the root, she involuntarily gagged. She felt like his p*nis was filling her throat, and Iona struggled to breathe as Carvain began to move his hips.

“Uh, uh, uh, gently…! Ah! Too fast…!”

“Ha, Iona. Iona.”

Thud. Crash. Thud! Carvain continued to thrust with the force to pierce her abdomen.

“Hah…!”

“Kngh…!”

The walls that were completely hit by his firm g*nitals vibrated violently and reached their cl*max. Carvain thrust deeply into the strongly contracted walls.

***

“There…”

“Carvain.”

With a cracked voice, she called out to him, and the man firmly corrected her name.

“Carvain.”

“Yes, Iona.”

The handsome man was elegantly cutting a piece of meat with graceful hand gestures.

“But yesterday, weren’t we supposed to pay our respects to the Emperor and Empress?”

Iona asked cautiously.

She had been thinking about it all morning, but she couldn’t find an answer.

No matter how hard she thought about it, the position was certainly meant for her to be announced as the Grand Duchess.

Then shouldn’t she have received approval from the Emperor and Empress? At the very least, greetings.

Carvain habitually closed one eye halfway and spoke.

“I gave my respects separately, so it’s fine. Besides, they would not accept them anyway. “

“You mean they won’t take it? No, wait. Does that mean I can skip greeting the emperor if he doesn’t accept……?”

“Of course. I’m his beloved son.”

“……Lie.”

Iona glanced at Carvain, who had a smiling face.

She shoved mashed potatoes into her mouth with a fork.

The dish, a mix of eggs and potatoes with added spices, crumbled in her mouth.

“…….”

Carvain’s gaze flew to Iona, who continued to work and locked on her.

“I guess running away is a bad idea now, huh?”

“……Gulp!”

The words that were spat out in an instant almost made Iona scream.

It was as if Carvain saw through Iona’s heart, which had been neatly folded away, even though she had not completely given up on the idea of escaping.

Well. If she hadn’t had the intention to run away in the first place, she would have somehow kicked Johanna away for the sake of saving face.

It’s clear that Johanna knew that and pushed for it.

He said she still had the desire to run away.

Carvain, who stabbed that part sharply, continued eating without a care in the world.

…He’s a ghost. He’s a ghost who knows everything.

“My wife may not have seen it yesterday, but I have quite a few enemies. So, my wife was in a difficult position. “

Carvain tilted his head and raised the corners of his mouth.

“Difficult?”

“Politically or militarily, I can easily defeat my enemies. But the social scene is a different story.”

It was only then that Iona understood Carvain’s words.

The hospitality he entrusted to her was not just about running the mansion or estate, but also about social activities.

“…Even though you saw me causing a ruckus yesterday, you still want to send me into society?”

“Yesterday, my wife simply saved me.”

Carvain stared at Iona with his crimson eyes.

“I believe my wife will continue to save me in the future.”

Carvain whispered as if she needed a push.