Chapter 39

She heard something like the sound of water from somewhere.

‘…Is it the bathroom?’

Maybe it was her husband bathing. Aisha’s consciousness stirred, but she still lingered in the realm of sleep. The soft pillow behind her head and the smooth sheets under her hands kept guiding her deeper into slumber.

‘Feels nice…’

She felt a bit short of breath, and cool air touched her collarbone, but in her weary state, she didn’t notice anything strange.

“Mm…”

Suddenly, her chest was pulled into something warm and moist. The intense sensation through the fabric made Aisha flinch.

The pressure soon eased, and she breathed evenly again.

Squish…

A sticky sound echoed from somewhere, and her body gradually warmed.

‘Mm, what is this…’

It felt good, but her sleep kept being disturbed.

Aisha whimpered softly like a child. Warm breath settled on her lips.

“Mmm…”

Her lips were gently sucked. A tongue slipped between her parted lips, exploring inside. The movement traced softly along her sensitive inner mouth, causing her eyelashes to tremble.

‘Tristan…’

She knew exactly what this feeling was. It was the kiss of the person she loved most.

Even half-asleep, Aisha smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. He chuckled softly inside her mouth.

‘He must have finished bathing. Then I should wash up too…’

But Aisha’s thoughts didn’t get any further.

Press.

Something hot and heavy touched her intimate area. The unfamiliar sensation made her pause, unable to process what was happening. As she hesitated, the tight entrance parted and a thick column pressed inside.

“Uh… Ah…?”

The sensation of her entrance stretching, closed for so long, instantly banished sleep. Even so, she couldn’t fully wake, her eyes only half-open.

Through the dim, blurry vision, she made out the outline of a man’s face looking down at her.

“Hoo…”

Short, dark hair fell over his face, casting shadows, but she could still feel his intense gaze.

And finally…

Push…!

“Ahh…!”

She woke up, pinned below.

“Hah…!”

Tristan looked down at her, his face filled with confusion, surprise, and faint pleasure. He gently caressed the area of her belly where he was fully joined to her.

“Awake, Aisha?”

“Ugh? Tr-tristan, what… is this… Ah!”

A twitch inside her made her gasp. After so long without even a kiss or intimate touch, the sensation, though not her first, felt overwhelming. Aisha panted, struggling to catch her breath.

He took her searching hand and kissed it gently.

“You were sleeping so deeply, I almost didn’t want to wake you.”

“Ah, mm…!”

“I wondered if I could give you pleasant dreams this way… Hah.”

Enjoying the feeling of her tight inner walls, Tristan smiled.

“Sorry for waking you. Next time I’ll stick to using my mouth and hands.”

“N-no, don’t… Just normally… mm!”

“Isn’t this normal?”

Tristan intertwined his fingers with hers, holding her tightly.

“It’s a husband’s normal job to make his wife feel good when she sleeps and when she wakes…”

“Eek…!”

He gently thr*st his hips. But the effect was anything but gentle. Her inner walls squeezed tightly, suddenly contracting.

“Ah, ah! Honey, ahh…!”

Even as she reached her cl*max, Aisha couldn’t believe it, her lower abdomen trembling uncontrollably.

A stream burst from her, soaking his stomach. Both froze at the sight.

“Ah, ah…!”

“Hah, Aisha.”

Aisha’s face flushed with embarrassment, and Tristan’s eyes glazed over.

Thud! Thud!

His large member plunged fiercely into her, now softened after release.

“Ahh! Stop! Just now! Ah!”

“Hah… Yes, just now. Ugh. Show me again, okay?”

“N-no… Ahh! Wait, too… strong, ahh!”

“Does it happen if I go harder? Or do I need to hit your favorite spot?”

“Ahh! Ah, ahh, ah!”

He thr*st roughly, their bodies slapping together. Somehow, he remembered and pressed her sensitive spot exactly.

Aisha, crying, tried to twist away, but his hand, still entwined with hers, and the other gripping her br*ast, held her fast.

“Let’s see you do it again, okay?”

“No! Just now was a mistake… mm!”

“Mistakes like that are welcome. It was so beautiful. The scent, too, hah…”

“J-just! Really… ah!”

She’d forgotten how relentless he could be when he lost control.

Aisha managed to turn halfway, crawling with her elbows. She realized both of them were still in their reception attire.

She didn’t even notice her favorite pearl dress was creased and stretched as she crawled. The long diamond necklace around her neck swung pitifully.

But…

Push!

“Mmm…!”

“Hah… That position is so naughty.”

He grabbed her bent leg and thr*st from the side. The new angle made her collapse completely.

Her upper body fell, legs spread wide in the air, and Tristan’s breathing grew rough at her shameless pose.

“Mm, ah, ugh! Not there, don’t… ahh…”

“Shh…”

She felt herself surrendering to his persistence. Overwhelmed, Aisha shook her head. Tristan looked at her with concern and bent down.

“It’s okay, Aisha. I won’t hurt you.”

“Haah, ah, ah, so deep…!”

“I’ll make you feel good.”

Her thighs pressed close to her body. With him entering even deeper, Aisha’s breathing grew rapid.

Tristan bent down and kissed her lips gently, helping her catch her breath.

“From now on, always.”

“Haa, ah, aa…!”

Her body, folded beneath his, convulsed.

He held her tightly, pinning her as she trembled with intensity. When she felt it most, he buried himself deep inside, close to her womb, receiving the tightest squeeze at her deepest place, and he gritted his teeth.

The sticky desire he’d held back for so long spilled inside her. Aisha’s legs, unable to even cry out, trembled intermittently, and Tristan, his mind blank from the dizzying sensation of release, finally let out a long breath after a while.

He then kissed her parted lips again, lingering.

“Haa… Mm… huh?”

Aisha, too exhausted to protest, simply accepted his kiss, then flinched.

The pillar still buried deep inside her was hardening again.

“Ah, mm, Tristan… stop… I can’t anymore…”

“…Understood.”

Aisha, worried he might continue, used all her strength to grip his shoulder. He paused, then kissed her temple gently as if to reassure her.

“First, let’s get undressed… It’s best to bathe before the water cools. I’ll help you.”

“Mm, no, I can… huh?!”

Just when Aisha thought it was over, she let out a startled m*an. He had lifted her up while still holding her close.

Thud!

His length, still joined deep inside, pressed harder. Tristan, seeing her momentarily dazed, wore an awkward expression.

“Oh, Aisha… Are you alright?”

“……”

“Hmm… Sorry. I’ll be careful from now on.”

“…Mm? No, just wait… take it out… ah!”

He really did move carefully, but the problem was he still hadn’t withdrawn.

“If I take it out, putting it back in will wake you up again, so I can’t.”

‘Just don’t put it back in again!’

“This time, I’ll make sure you feel good without waking you.”

Whether he knew her thoughts or not, Tristan held her securely, and as her vision blurred from the overwhelming stimulation, he kindly shut her eyelids for her.

“Sleep well, Aisha. I’ll take care of everything.”

‘This… this… crazy…’

On their wedding night, the new bride fainted.

And on the morning after their marriage, the groom was kicked out of the room.

“Honey? Aisha? Madame?”

“We’ll sleep separately for a while.”

“?!”

And the next afternoon, Aisha opened the gift from her friend and was shocked.

“This friend is insane…!”

The gift was the latest s*xy l*ngerie trending in Selbreed. Without a second thought, Aisha threw it in the trash.

A week later, when she visited her husband’s room to end their separate sleeping arrangement, she found the l*ngerie there.

“……”

“Ah, ah, wait, Aisha! It’s a misunderstanding. I was just curious…!”

“Eek! Don’t bring it out!”

Thus, their separate sleeping days increased.

The servants looking up at the third floor, where the Duke and Duchess resided, smiled warmly at the ongoing commotion since the wedding.

“It’s newlywed bliss.”

“It certainly is.”

The Raymore ducal residence, with its new member, was livelier than ever before.

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