Romeo and Rosaline - 18

It was a declaration as if he would part her belly. He withdrew his hand and stood up, beginning to remove his shirt. From the long scar that crossed her collarbone to his firm and well-defined chest, his sweating skin was composed solely of muscles, without any gaps, and his perfectly chiseled abs were like carved statues.

Full of savagery and vulgarity, he was a beautiful man.

“Rosaline, if you look at me like that, I can’t refuse.”

He grinned ferociously and bent down. She slipped her tongue into his gaping mouth, pressing it against the mucous membrane, then undid his belt. His erect p*nis throbbed, rising to his navel.

Rosaline, who was tilting her chin absentmindedly while kissing, glanced at him as if brushing past his presence. Her eyes widened in surprise, but only the root of her tongue deeply entwined.

Romeo swiftly ran his fingers over his erect m*mber, then grasped the flowing pre-c*m from the gl*ns with his thumb and index finger before rubbing it back onto the sh*ft. There was a frictional sound as if he were m*sturbating.

“It will hurt.”

The gl*ns precisely touched the entrance. Rosaline’s br*asts swelled significantly, much larger than her fingers could compare. It was undoubtedly going to be painful as he said, but Rosaline first grabbed his chin and pressed her lips firmly.

“It’s okay.”

She faintly smiled.

“It’s okay, if it’s you.”

Romeo’s eyes became even more cloudy. They were dark eyes that could suffocate someone. For the first time, Rosaline briefly considered if it was a wrong choice.

“Are you afraid or not?”

Between the red and moist folds, the gl*ns pushed in. The barely opened entrance seemed to resist the intrusion, but he didn’t stop. Rosaline shed tears from the unbearable pain, as if her body was being torn apart.

“You shouldn’t do it recklessly.”

Romeo was ecstatic at the sensation of his c*ck tightening inside her. Ah, I promised myself I wouldn’t do this again. I wanted to torment you as much as you tormented me and then leave.

Intentionally refusing to heed his words, this sincere yet foolish woman wrapped her legs around his waist, despite the pain. Her p*ssy, which hadn’t even taken half of his c*ck, quivered and contracted. Whether it was an effort to resist or a growing longing, her abdomen split open with an overwhelming ache.

The black hair haphazardly clinging to her cheeks and forehead, lips reddened like soaked in blood, and eyes filled with scars were more pitiful than satisfying.

“It’s tight.”

In a self-pitying manner, he bent his waist and kissed her, as if trying to console her. Her lascivious oral cavity was lovely, and her eyelashes touching her cheek were willing. But down there, she couldn’t fully devour him. It was her own sin that she couldn’t cut off his c*ck, that she couldn’t get all the way down on Romeo’s giant hide.

Well, he’s Romeo now.

“Romeo…”

Although he hadn’t fully entered, Rosaline wrapped her arms around his neck, faintly smiling as if she was okay. The moist and warm flesh touching his neck, the affection that seemed boundless at a glance.

Those pupils.

A fire ignited within him.

“Huik!”

Rosaline gritted her teeth at his rough gesture. Gently, he said. She whimpered in his ear, and he arched his back, thrusting harder, his half-entered c*ck carving a path of its own, the continuous sensation was dizzying.

At the peak of pleasure, a burst of ecstasy erupted. Romeo ej*culated, thrusting his tongue into Rosaline’s mouth as he cl*maxed. His blunt tip plunged deeply and mercilessly. He buried his c*ck deep inside her, spurting his c*m all over the inside of her v*ginal walls, tearing at the thin lining.

This insignificant stimulation became a significant one for Rosaline, who couldn’t come down from the cl*max. She was in a state where she couldn’t even think and couldn’t enjoy the lingering pleasure.

“Now, that’s enough…….”

Lying on his back next to her, Romeo wrapped his arms around her waist and slowly pulled his c*ck out. His erect c*ck, even after ej*culation, was almost the same as it was in the beginning.

The gl*ns, which was only slightly thicker than the sh*ft, hung limply, and soon all of it was out. The c*ck still rested uneasily between her thighs, but Rosaline couldn’t be bothered to dry it.

Now I understand why s*xual relations are forbidden. At the same time, I sympathized with the priests who died unable to resist such acts, even though they were forbidden. With unnecessary thoughts, she nestled her body comfortably against his arm under her neck and closed her eyes.

She almost fell asleep, if it weren’t for the fingers that delved into her moist v*gina.

Startled, she grabbed his forearm and turned her head back. But what Rosaline faced was Romeo, completely awakened. He shamelessly devoured her approaching lips, pinched her n*pples with his embracing hand, and pressed down on her cl*toris with his other hand. As a result, the pent-up viscous c*m mixed with her love juices gushed out.

“Hu, huup, Romeo.”

He continued to thrust, his gl*ns pressing against her twitching v*gina again.

“Are you protesting because it’s not enough.”

“No, no.”

“If you need it…”

He seemed to not hear her voice. The breath of the man, who grunted and groaned, and his firm body pressed against her, suppressing her.

“I have to give it to you.”

There was no need for f*replay. He lifted one of her thighs and thrust all the way into her soaked v*gina.

“Aaah!”

Rosaline twisted her body and leaned against his chest. Being f*cked from behind was different because of the depth. As soon as he reached the root, her sensitive v*ginal walls trembled as if they had become entirely er*genous zones.

“Feel it, just let it out.”

Unconsciously, as she tightly closed her mouth, Romeo inserted his fingers, soaked in love juices, into her mouth and swirled them around.

“Ha, Ahh, Ah.”

Saliva flowed along his fingers, and below, he relentlessly thrust in and out. The motion of his hips, lifting and pushing in a circular motion, was cruel. But Rosaline, who clung to him desperately, couldn’t blame him.

“It’s breaking. It’s okay, Rosaline.”

“Hu, eup.”

“We’ll break together.”

Amidst a whitened field of view, his desperate whisper reached her ears. As he said, it wasn’t just her who was being destroyed. Even Romeo, baring his nakedness and manhood in the bed, was the same.

They were falling and rising together. Rosaline screamed until her throat was hoarse, caressing his golden hair, or rather, uttering the name Romeo inside her mouth.

With him, even the night felt bright. Rosaline surrendered herself to ecstasy until she lost consciousness.

It was the first time in her life that she wasn’t alone in the night.

* * *

Whether it was the nature of those who wielded swords or truly the result of magic, he appeared everywhere and everywhere.

In the corridors where Rosaline finished her work, in the gardens on her way back from the temple, in the storage room where she went to tidy up. Wherever she went, he would suddenly emerge from the shadows and embrace her tightly.

‘As long as it’s just an embrace, it’ll be fine.’

Whenever he appeared, the place turned into a sultry affair. It was quite cruel, tormenting her body with tension, fearing others might discover them. With his large hands, he covered her mouth, sucked on her earlobe, and thrust himself inside her.

He never seemed to tire, nor did his c*ck. Thanks to that, her bruised br*asts and swollen l*bia never found relief. Of course, he didn’t insert himself excessively the next day, but the torment remained constant.

Such days were able to continue because no one noticed him, as if he were a part of the Capulet mansion. No matter how he dressed like the mansion’s servants or seamlessly blended in with the crowd, it was a mysterious occurrence.

He would openly wander among the servants, even asking them who he was in front of Rosaline. Every time, the servants would utter different names without any hesitation. Haines, Felix, and so on.

Although she had grown to trust that he wouldn’t be discovered, it was different when it came to the wine cellar right above the servants’ quarters. When Rosaline became nervous, he sighed and pushed her into a corner, pressing his nose against her chest.

“There’s no chance of being discovered. The door is locked.”

Romeo gestured towards the entrance of the wine cellar and spoke indifferently.

While Rosaline went to the cellar to fetch wine, he followed behind. In an instant, she was grabbed from behind, and their lips met. When she came to her senses, she found herself trapped between the wall and him.

She didn’t dislike him either. In fact, whenever he came, she welcomed him with subtle anticipation and a sense of small liberation.

“But, umm…”

Romeo had already nibbled on her swollen n*pples, sore from the previous day.

“There’s no need for contraception. Even if we indulge all day, there won’t be any risk of pregnancy.”

Romeo seemed particularly disgusted by the contraceptive tea that Rosaline drank. It was secretly distributed among the clergy, and as a novice, Rosaline had been required to take a certain amount after coming of age.

“Why? Romeo, could it be infertility…?”

“Yes, let’s assume so.”

He rolled his tongue over her n*pple and slipped his hand beneath her pants. He skillfully traced the familiar cleft, spreading it open and pressing against her cl*toris. Rosaline grabbed his hair and moaned. His hands were always clean, and as he approached, a dense and refreshing scent filled the air. Even if he touched her indiscriminately, it only tingled slightly, not ticklish at all.

“Anyway, don’t drink it. It’s not good for your body.”

There were many things he forbade her to do, but he didn’t explain any convincing reasons. While stroking his hair, she made an effort to engage in conversation with Romeo, who was being particularly mischievous today.

“Do they teach you things like that on the battlefield? Hiding your body… getting rid of your presence.”

“Well, you can say that.”

Once again, he slumped down in that manner. Rosaline frowned. His lips, as they descended along her sternum, reached her navel. He had a habit of playfully kissing her deep navel, finding it adorable. The problem was that if he went any lower, conversation became impossible.

“Then, can I ask… ha, question?”

“About whom?”

Kneeling down, he even removed her pants. Slowly lowering her underwear, a w*t fl*id formed long strands that stretched between the fabric and her l*bia. It was when he tilted his head to taste her cl*t.

“Master Tybalt… ah!”

Suddenly, his middle and index fingers sank in. His were long and hard, making other men’s p*nis seem meager in comparison. He bent his fingertips to scratch somewhere, and juices trickled down the back of his hand. Rosaline shuddered and gripped his shoulders, looking at him in disbelief.

“Why, why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re saying such nonsensical things.”

He pulled out slowly, teasingly, then thrust in forcefully, scraping against her inner walls. With his thumb, he flicked her cl*toris, causing her to melt under his touch unexpectedly.

“Why, ha, ah…”

Rosaline gritted her teeth and shuddered as Romeo squeezed her swaying mounds. To avoid toppling over, she relied completely on his body, mustering strength in her wobbly legs. She had to speak while he was momentarily still.

“If you can do it, then master Tybalt, can do it too. I wanted to ask…”

“Master, master. Soon you’ll be calling hum husband, too.”

It was such an absurd statement that Rosaline lost the will to argue. He continued speaking, still frustrated.

“Why on earth are you asking that?”

“Well, I’m curious…”

Rosaline embraced his neck and blinked her eyes.

“Even though it’s your job, it’s fascinating.”

“….”

“Romeo never talks about himself.”

The light vanished from his eyes. Romeo withdrew his hand as he muttered something in an unfamiliar language. The hand that had been inside scraped against her walls even as it pulled out. The same hand that scratched her insides when entering was surprisingly adept at leaving.

Her body, already accustomed to the suffocating stimulation, was in a state of restlessness. Amidst a strange emptiness and lingering ar*usal, he gripped her firm b*ttocks and swiftly lifted her, pressing her against the wall. Before she knew it, her legs were wrapped around his waist, his erect*on slipping out of his pants and pressing against her v*gina.

With a swift motion, it plunged deeply, root and all.

“Ah!”

Her supple instep met his firm lower back. She could feel his back muscles tense as he responded to the movement of her foot. His body was like a beast, each muscle pulsating with life. With a swipe of her leg, he sank his teeth into the nape of her neck, then raised his waist high before thrusting down forcefully like a hammer.

“Am I the one you’re curious about?”

She couldn’t answer with a yes. Gasps and moans were the only words she could utter. With every thrust, she could only rely on his hands, afraid of falling apart, her whole body in a state of tension. She could feel his grip on her even tighter than usual.

“I’m asking, are you curious about me?”

But he didn’t consider her situation and continued to press down on her body while thrusting from below. He momentarily forgot that he was an impulsive and impatient man.

He leaned back.

“Rosaline.”

With a deep connection, he whispered as he turned his waist, causing her walls to convulse.

“Answer.”

Again, with a forceful movement, only her spread legs and the rhythmic twitching of her lower body remained. Succumbing to pleasure, she nodded her head as if being chased.

It had been a long time since the last cl*max. The cycles of ecstasy were becoming shorter, and with each thrust, a relentless pleasure akin to pain overwhelmed her.

“Yes, yesss.”

Just in case he didn’t understand her intention, she pressed her cheek against his cheek and even brushed her lips against his. His sharp nose pressed firmly against her soft skin.

“I’m curious about you, Romeo.”

“Ha….”

With a long breath, he forcefully pushed his c*ck inside while gripping her b*ttocks with all his strength. Despite being unable to go any deeper, his throbbing c*ck was forced in. Holding onto the dull pain emanating from his grip, they fit together seamlessly.

Instead of his waist, he rolled her b*ttocks. As a result, the inside of her was whipped into a circle.

The movement of her v*gina, not his c*ck, brought a different kind of pleasure.

“Ah!”

His c*ck tilted diagonally, making room inside her v*gina. An obsc*ne friction sounded from underneath the engorged cl*t. Stabbing, stabbing. As he began teasing her waist, she moaned uncontrollably. The sensations that felt on the verge of exploding continued to accumulate without release, driving her to the brink of madness.

“Please, please…!”

Rosaline pleaded as she groped his moving waist. He chuckled.

“What should I do to satisfy you?”

“I don’t know, just… Haah!”

“Tell me to f*ck you.”

Romeo pressed closer, sealing their lips together. Trapped between the wall and his body, Rosaline quivered.

“Tell me to come inside you.”

“Do it, Romeo.”

Rosaline whispered faintly.

“Fill me up with your c*m.”

Before she could finish her command, his frighteningly throbbing, erect c*ck turned a terrifying shade of crimson. It emerged so intensely that it grazed the tip of the gl*ns. And with an unbelievable speed, it thrust in and out. A moan escaped their lips.

Thump, thump, thump, thump. It scraped against the entirety of her inner walls, and with each withdrawal, strands of white foam splattered, dirtying their bodies. Rosaline clung to him, unable to do anything but emit gasps in sync with his relentless rhythm.

Of all places, it had to be in the Capulet’s house. And of all things, in the wine cellar where Juliet kept her most cherished wines.

Disparate p*bic hairs mingled with bodily fl*ids, half-n*ked, filling the cold space with an unparalleled debauchery and suppressed sighs.

The strange question arose: What if they were caught? A mix of fear and curiosity. Mother would surely cast me aside, but would she forgive me? There was no way they would ever get caught, and she would rather not get caught, but the immoral pleasure amplified by just imagination was indescribable.

“Ah, ah. Ahng, ah!”

It was a forceful movement that threatened to break her. Why is he so cruel today? It was more intense than usual, never less. She opened her legs wide, relying solely on him, hoping to somehow appease him.

“You’re still tight, even now.”

With a smirk that seemed dissatisfied, he thrust deep. The walls of her v*gina seemed to become entirely sensitive, and she could distinctly feel his swollen c*ck. As he pressed against a certain spot that heightened her sensations, an intense cl*max surged through her mind.

“Ah!!!”

His tongue met her open mouth. Romeo reached his cl*max, relentlessly pounding into her depths, releasing his c*m. With each withdrawal and penetration, the sticky fl*id filled her, splattering and dirtying them. It was nothing short of bestial.

“Stop, ah, stop. Stop moving… Ahh!”

“It feels good.”

Honesty flowed from his mouth as he continued thrusting relentlessly.

“After all, when it’s over, ha, won’t you go to Lady Capulet?”

Ah. It was only now, at this late hour, that Rosaline realized why he was being such a jerk.

Juliet was leaving on a trip with her fiancé today. It wasn’t a long journey, but they would be separated for quite some time. I had come down to make sure she has a nice bottle of wine.

He still coveted the feelings she had given to Juliet. Rosaline did not feel sorry. The fact that Romeo understood her was because he had a similar experience. He, too, must have feelings he couldn’t give to her.

In the end, they both had half-hearted feelings for each other. So, she didn’t feel sorry, but she felt a tender affection based on their shared experience. It was quite lovely.

“While the lady is away on her trip… I will be with you.”

Rosaline kissed his jawline, barely suppressing her moans.

“I’ll be in my room, so please stay with me.”

Romeo momentarily stopped his intense movements. Even though it was burdensome just to hold him, she could fully see Romeo when he stopped.

After a short silence, Romeo spoke as if releasing his words.

“You’re so lovely to me.”

And then, before he could finish his sentence, his c*ck stabbed diagonally against her tight inner walls, creating a gaping hole. Unable to speak at all, he sucked on her tongue and reached down, teasing her cl*toris with his hand.

“Just do it to me, please.”

“Yeah, ah, ah.”

“Rosaline, Rosaline…”

Romeo pounded savagely. While Rosaline trembled incessantly, unable to control her limp body.

The friction that sticks inside, the heat and desire felt from his body, and the young dark eyes that are facing each other, all of it, oxidized her mind and left her with nothing but the exhilaration of being alive.

“Don’t go, Rosaline.”

Hearing her name being muttered in a low voice, a tingling sensation ran through a corner of her heart along with a satisfying pleasure.

“It’s alcohol, go ahead and drink it.”

“Hmm, ah.”

“Stay by my side.”

No matter how long it had been since our last encounter, his swollen c*ck pressed against me, exerting pressure. Relentlessly, it did not let go of the place where she was throbbing.

“Ha, uh…!!!”

Pushed to her limits once more in the swirling frenzy, let out a scream-like moan. Even though it was devoured by his lips that felt like a trap, it was okay.

In the shattered fragments of her mind, she completely surrendered herself to him.