Pregnancy for a Successor - Chapter 24

“Stop… Stop looking. Stop…”

It was shameful enough to show others, but showing herself to Eugen, who was practically her stepson, made Celia feel like she would go mad with shame.

A faint smile appeared on Eugen’s face, then he lowered his lips and began to leave his own marks over the traces already imprinted on Celia’s body. As he left deeper, darker marks, Celia repeatedly cried for him to stop.

However, as Eugen firmly held her down and repeatedly kissed her, she could no longer offer any resistance.

Having left as many marks as he wanted, Eugen lifted his head with satisfaction. When their eyes met and he grinned, Celia watched his actions while breathing heavily.

Whoosh, Celia’s body was turned over, and before she knew it, she was in a shameful position with her buttocks raised high and legs spread wide. With her waist held up by a strong arm and her nape firmly pressed down by a large hand, it was impossible to properly resist him.

“Mmph, mmph.”

Celia cried with her face buried. Her tears soaked the bedding, powerless, and there was nothing she could do.

Her negligee had already rolled up to her buttocks, fully exposing her lower body. There was nothing to shield her from another’s gaze except for the underwear covering her private parts.

“Mm, hng, ah…”

Eugen, aligning his body from behind, leisurely rubbed his lower part against Celia’s lower body. But what was already stiffly er*ect was no longer relaxed.

Just the rubbing sensation made the size she had seen earlier feel even more real. As the enraged thing that seemed about to thrust inside slid and prodded at her sensitive flesh, Celia burst into tears while lying face down.

Rip, the sound of tearing fabric echoed sharply. Her body began to tremble at the thought that there was nothing left to cover her.

“Hic…”

The sweet sound of crying was enough to stimulate Eugen further. With his even more taut thing aligned with her entrance, Eugen smiled with an ecstatic face.

“Look at how my lower part would rise seeing you call me ‘young master’.”

“……”

Celia closed her eyes as she heard the whisper from behind.

Thud.

“Ack!”

When the c*ck thrust all the way inside in one go, Celia let out a pitiful scream.

The man who leaned over her slender back didn’t start thrusting immediately, instead, he stimulated her by firmly pressing against her insides. And then he began to taste Celia as if he had stuck a fork into a delicious dessert.

“Ng, ugh!”

A shrill cry echoed through the room. Every time the thing thrust deep inside found and rubbed against a sensitive spot, screams burst out incessantly.

Her heaving br*asts were already being toyed with in the man’s strong hands. The man who held her soft, plump br*asts in his hands kneaded them at will, further stimulating Celia. He teased his tightly pressed lower body while scratching and stabbing her insides.

“Haa, nng, ah!”

As the flesh pillar that had been pulled out thrust back inside, Celia cried out in agony. This was followed by intense back-and-forth movements.

Thud, thud.

The thick, stiff c*ck thrust in repeatedly. The feeling of his blood vessels rubbing against her wet folds was transmitted intact. The sensation of his t*sticles slapping against her sensitive flesh was too vivid. The movement of fingers pinching and rolling her n*pples was the same.

Celia had to cry like that, face down, for a long time.

Before long, a muscular, long body overlapped her body that had collapsed downwards. He repeatedly thrust upwards with their connected parts.

“Ng, nng.”

Because she was face down, she couldn’t see his face. The incessant thrusting movements were no different from the man who had roughly taken her at the masked ball.

‘I don’t want this.’

One experience of being taken by someone whose face and name she didn’t know was enough.

How long had it been? Celia turned her head towards the man persistently digging into her insides.

“Face…”

“……”

“Show me… your face…”

The memory of being taken by a man whose face she didn’t know at the masked ball remained too vividly clear, tormenting her. So she didn’t want that now. The desire to clearly know who was taking her stirred deep inside.

“Celia…”

Eugen, slowly reducing his speed, turned Celia’s face. When her eyes full of tears turned towards him, he kissed her as if he couldn’t hold back.

“Mmng…”

Celia accepted his lips and tongue sweetly, breathing deeply. Her body, now turned over, began to moan deeply again under him.

With her slender legs wrapped around his waist, Eugen thrust his hips even deeper.

“Ah, ugh, haa, ah!”

The sound of skin rubbing filled the room with wet noises, then suddenly stopped.

Celia closed her eyes, thinking it was similar to that day, wondering if the sensation of coupling was all the same like this. Something deeply inside her spread its seed within, so much so that it overflowed and spilled out.

As Eugen, who had ej*culated enough to be satisfied, pulled out his c*ck, s*men flowed along the shaft.

“Ha…”

He gripped his thing that had become languid after ej*culating once with one hand. Celia watched what he was doing, trying hard to hold onto her fading consciousness. And once again, she was shocked.

He stroked it a few times with his hand, making it er*ect again. Celia’s face turned pale as she saw it quickly regain its strength.

It wasn’t just once?

At the masked ball, she had lost consciousness right away, so she didn’t remember what happened next. All she knew was that she had heard it wasn’t easy to achieve such a state again immediately after one encounter. Surely Eugen wasn’t going to…

“Ah, no.”

She retreated backward with a start. She shook her head with all her might and moved her buttocks back. As she moved hurriedly, she felt what he had painstakingly poured inside slipping out between her legs.

“Ah…”

Celia shuddered at that strange and unfamiliar sensation. While she blankly stared at the milky liquid seeping out between her legs, laughter echoed.

“Are you sorry to waste it?”

“……”

“Ah, it was the seed you wanted to receive so badly.”

There was a strange energy in the gaze looking at her. Celia thought she might really be devoured whole by him and retreated even further.

“If you’re that sorry, I’ll pour it in again.”

“No, ah!”

Eugen grabbed Celia’s legs that had slid down and spread them wide, then quickly inserted his thing.

Since it was already swollen to the point of bursting, it busily went in and out, once again bringing Celia to a climax.

Captured by him again, Celia could only fall into a limp, death-like sleep after repeating the insertion and ej*culation several more times.

***

Celia’s eyelids opened to the clear shining sunlight.

“……”

She blinked for a long time, trying to grasp the situation.

She must have had a terrible dream last night. Now that the dark hours had passed, it was just a shattered nightmare.

“Are you awake?”

Mrs. Letten approached her with a smiling face.

“……”

Celia looked around with a puzzled expression. There was no trace of last night’s presence, and everything around was filled with clear, bright light.

“Mrs. Letten.”

“Yes. What’s wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Celia tried to erase the confusion on her face as she stared blankly. She couldn’t possibly talk about last night’s dream.

“Hmm…”

As she tried to get up hurriedly, a heavy dull pain rising from her lower body pushed her back down. It was a pain that was both familiar and unfamiliar. This kind of pain was certainly… something she had experienced on the night of the masked ball.

“It will be hard if you move suddenly.”

Celia looked at Mrs. Letten hesitantly as she approached and spoke kindly.

“What did you say?”

“You’ll feel better if I put a cushion for you. I’ll bring your meal right away, so eat here. I think it’s better if you skip your walk too.”

“……”

Celia looked at Mrs. Letten with confused eyes. Mrs. Letten just smiled back at her gaze.

She seemed to know exactly what had happened last night. So, yesterday’s events were not a dream…