Chapter 12 (Part 4)

Under the thumb that never left, all sensations seemed to melt. Her cl*toris throbbed in his hand.

“Hah, ah, my lord, my lord…”

“Edarson.”

“My lord… Hah.”

“My parents called me Erdira.”

“Sob, hng, it’s, it’s strange, stop, stop…”

Ellenia’s trembling feet wandered in the air, rubbing against Edarson’s thigh. Feeling her movements through his pants, Edarson had to grit his teeth.

“Just endure a little longer.”

He quickly bent down and whispered in her ear. To endure the sensation that seemed to burn to his head, the well-knit muscles of his back bulged and twitched.

“It seems you’re a bit tight for me to enter.”

“Hah. Stop, stop… Hah.”

Ellenia tightly closed her eyes. The hot fire rising from her toes seemed to burn her insides where his fingers moved. Her fingertips trembled as she clung to his back. Between her fingers, his restraint pulsed.

“‘Honey.’”

“Hah…”

As his fingers slid along her cl*toris, lubricated by her thick secretion, it felt like sparks flew behind her tightly shut eyes. The fire that had traveled from her knees to her gr*in gathered and condensed further.

“How about ‘honey’? No one has called me that yet.”

“Hon, honey. Honey, honey…”

Clinging to his upper body, Ellenia trembled below. His relentless stimulation was terrifying, yet the thrill of reaching the peak kept drawing her in.

If this was proof of being a harlot, if the witch’s blood in me caused this lust…

That would be fine.

Ellenia buried her face in her husband’s chest and showered him with clumsy kisses.

Brighter and hotter than the lightning outside, a light flickered inside her eyelids. She held on and held on, but eventually, the dam of accumulated sensations broke.

Edarson’s hand was soaked.

Ellenia, her strength drained, fell away from his body.

“Hah, hah…”

“Are you okay?”

She had intended to give her husband pl*asure, so why was she the one who dared to feel it? Her face, filled with such confusion, turned towards Edarson.

That subtle expression was somewhat sensual.

Edarson removed the trousers he had been wearing all along. As he pulled down his underwear along with them, his manhood sprang out.

Ellenia’s face turned pale at the sight.

‘It’s not that I’m a bit tight…’

It was as thick as her forearm. Although she hadn’t been educated about marital relations, she wasn’t entirely ignorant about intercourse. None of the servants’ s*xual activities she had heard about mentioned such a size.

I won’t be able to enjoy something like that, so I must not be a harlot…

Ellenia swallowed dryly.

If her husband was satisfied and she proved she wasn’t a harlot, it would be a good gamble.

While trying to erase the brainwashing from her imaginary grandfather, her thoughts kept drifting that way.

Seeing her face turn white, worry appeared on Edarson’s face. 

Should I not do it after all? Even if it’s not my manhood, something else went in, so wouldn’t this count as consummation…

Noticing his hesitation, Ellenia managed to lift the corners of her mouth.

“It’s, it’s alright.”

At her words, his manhood twitched greatly.

In truth, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

As he brought his manhood to her entrance, the slickness from her ar*usal mingled with the fl*id on his tip. Carefully, he pushed the head into the trembling folds.

Ellenia’s face contorted. Yes, they had said it would hurt. They had also said it would feel like her insides were being split. They had said that enjoying such things was why her grandmother gave birth to her mother and her mother gave birth to her.

The pain was both welcome and excruciating. Edarson felt the same way, unable to go deeper due to her pained expression, yet unable to pull out from the tight sensation.

Ellenia reached out her hand. As if entranced, Edarson placed his hand over hers. When their fingers interlocked, her slender fingers protruded between his thick ones.

Come to think of it, this was the first time we held hands like this…

As he looked at it with unfamiliarity, Ellenia grabbed his hand.

“It’s okay, it’s okay… Hng!”

“…Kuh.”

Following her lead, Edarson braced himself on her shoulder and thrust. Unconsciously collapsing, he seemed to go a bit deeper.

With tears hanging at the corners of her eyes, Ellenia showed a composed expression. She lifted her hand and touched Edarson’s cheek.

“You are too kind, my lord.”

Despite his worries, Edarson gave a short laugh and leaned into her touch. Kissing her hand, he gradually entered her deeper and deeper.

He thought he was molding her insides to his shape. Or perhaps, her insides were his mold. The first experience with a woman was too soft and gripping, making it hard to tell where the boundaries were.

He touched the part where they were joined with one hand. Her tight opening was halfway swallowing his member. Enjoying the seamless connection, he stroked her petals.

“…Hng.”

Perhaps feeling her insides soften a bit, her moan ended with a nasal sound. He brushed her most sensitive spot again.

“Haa…”

At the dizzying sensation imprinted moments ago, her insides trembled. Edarson barely held back from ej*culating.

Feeling her heated flesh, Edarson slowly pushed deeper. Her tight insides seemed to swallow his foreskin, but he barely managed to hold back each moment. Even a late-blooming groom knew that a quick ej*culation was unsightly.

Leaving some of the base outside, Edarson slowly pulled out. Parting the tight mucous membrane, he went back in deeply, then slowly pulled out again.

“…Kuh.”

It felt good. It felt incredibly good. It felt maddeningly good, and it was good that his wife wouldn’t return to her harsh family… The thought of soon losing this pl*asure was already agonizing.

To enjoy the pl*asure for even a second longer, Edarson pressed down the urge to ej*culate and repeated the slow movements.

Meanwhile, Ellenia was being pushed towards another cl*max by her husband’s relentless hand movements on her cl*toris. She trembled between the pain of penetration and the pleasure breaking down her exterior. Even in pain, excitement rose from afar. Her husband’s member, filling her completely, scraped her inner walls.

Her insides, which had dried up from the pain, began to moisten gradually. Edarson’s thrusts became a bit faster.

“Ah, ha, haa…”

Ellenia was helplessly pushed around beneath him. His thick m*mber pressed against her inner walls again and again. The pressure pushed her higher and higher towards cl*max. The pain that seemed to tear her apart began to give way to pleasure.

Her tightly stretched entrance was now trembling.

“Hng, hng, ah, ah…”

“Madame, Madame…”

Fixing his gaze on her flushed face, Edarson thrust into her, again and again.

The faint signs of cl*max blooming on her face gave him life. He couldn’t take his eyes off it and suppressed his urge to ej*culate. Thrusting endlessly into her now slippery insides.

When her cl*toris, pressed under his fingers, swelled up firmly.

“Ah, ah, haa…!”

Her trembling legs stiffened and then went limp. From the w*tness below and his wife’s utterly collapsed face, Edarson knew she had cl*maxed again beneath him.

He enclosed her face in his arms and left countless kisses on her forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips, accelerating his thrusts. Veins stood out on his forearms and forehead.

“Madame, it’s good. It’s so… so good.”

“Hng, hng.”

The remnants of her climax were relentless. Though her insides were exhausted, her husband’s m*mber rummaging inside her kept her from easily escaping the sensation.

And there was definitely pleasure in what her husband had given her.

It was good. It was undeniably good.

Even while looking down at her tearful face, her husband’s green eyes, filled with lust, were still kind. Ellenia bit her lip and stared straight into his eyes.

Those kind and hot eyes. That was enough.

As her tear-filled eyes formed a shallow arc, Edarson embraced his wife, who no one could take away now, and ej*culated.

The first night that started in the afternoon was long and long. Edarson’s manhood, which had finally ej*culated, continued to harden incessantly, as if to compensate for the months of restraint.

Yes, that was why he had held back.

Even though the hypocritical agent of the theocracy had married off his granddaughter at seventeen, Edarson had waited for his wife to come of age.

And still, he had held back, hoping their marriage would be a brief respite.

But now, he knew that even without him, Tarnu would be her safest haven.

“Honey, listen to me for a moment.”

“My lord…”

“Honey.”

“Honey… hng.”

“Ellie. It’s okay, it’s okay. Just trying to avoid divine punishment. You’re not a harlot…”

Edarson’s low voice soothed Ellenia. She sobbed and entrusted her hips to his hand. Holding her small, plump hips in his hand, Edarson knelt and thrust.

The feel of her soft flesh in his hand was delightful, her slick insides mixed with both of their fl*ids were delightful, and the way her body shook with each thrust was delightful.

Above all, it was good that she didn’t lose consciousness even though the thunderstorm had started again.

“Let’s focus on us, not on the gods, hng.”

Even as she whimpered beneath him, Ellenia trembled constantly from the pleasure of his thrusts. Her thighs, toes, and the membrane at the entrance accepting her husband’s manhood, her eyes that couldn’t come down from the climax, all trembled endlessly.

Thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed, but she wasn’t scared at all. As long as she was beneath her husband, who made every part of her inside and outside so sensitive.