Chapter 9 Part 6

The question slipped out unconsciously. I was so flustered that I didn’t even realize what I was saying. It only happened once, but hadn’t I accepted that size into my body anyway? Now I understood the pain from back then. It was even more surprising that I could soon cling to him, overwhelmed by pleasure.

Instead of answering, Harten gave an awkward smile, looking as though he was holding something back. The vague stimulation continued, seemingly wearing down his patience. This time, his touch on my waist was a bit more hurried. Pretending not to notice his intention, I turned my attention back to his body.

I gripped him with both hands. That part of him, with faint veins showing, was unexpectedly firm yet soft. When I wrapped my palm around the top and rubbed it, Harten flinched and shuddered.

“Ah, kuh…”

I could plainly see him clenching his teeth to endure the pleasure. Unable to take my eyes off his face, I finally understood why he’d pushed me so hard. The mere fact that he was feeling pleasure from my touch aroused me in turn.

I slowly rubbed with my fingertip the opening where fluid was beginning to seep out. A slightly sticky liquid spread around under my movements. Letting out a short moan, Harten stopped my hand.

“My Lady, no more…”

While I was absorbed in his body, Harten—who had been taking in all those sensations—suddenly had slightly unfocused eyes. With somewhat rough breathing, he stopped me and hurriedly wiped his face with one hand. His neck veins stood out, showing how hard he was clenching his teeth.

I slowly lifted my fingers, which were coated with sticky prec*m, and brought them to my mouth. Harten’s eyes opened wide in surprise.

“My Lady!”

Startled, Harten grabbed my hand, but I had already swallowed some of the fluid. The salty taste lingered on the tip of my tongue before disappearing. Harten looked up at me with a stunned expression. It seemed his face had turned red again.

“…Now, that’s enough. I’ll…”

…Ah, damn. As though his suppressed desire had burst open, he cut himself off mid-sentence and spat out a curse. Without saying a word, I placed my hand on his shoulder, and he anxiously pulled me into his arms. He quickly laid me down on the bed, took position over me, and whispered through a distorted face,

“I can’t hold back anymore, My Lady…”

Harten grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him, pressing his body against mine. I felt that part of him—which had been teased by my hand earlier—rubbing near the entrance. The vein-lined sh*ft slowly stimulated my swollen, sensitive cl*toris before pulling away.

“If it hurts at all, please tell me.”

Even though his eyes blaze as if he wants to devour me, his words remain tender. That gap between gentleness and ferocity was so very like him. I looked up at his face, which seemed pressed for time, and couldn’t help but laugh. Even if he acts impatient, as though he can’t endure it, in the end, I know he’ll stop everything the moment I feel pain.

With a few rubs, the slickened sh*ft blocked my entrance. The sensation of flesh slowly pushing in stole most of my awareness. Its thickness, incomparable to the fingers that only tickled a little before, pried open the passage.

“Mmng… ngh.”

Even in that moment, he moved in and out at a deliberate pace, as though he was being considerate. I could feel each press inward, then a slight withdrawal, and then another push, all against my heightened nerves. As if to soothe my soft moans, Harten lowered his hand and rubbed my cl*toris. Several stars flickered before my eyes. Digging my nails into his solid shoulder, I endured the mix of pain and pleasure.

With a wet sound, his body pulled back again. I wrapped my legs around his waist, longing for the movement that had been pressing right near my pleasure point but then pulled away. Harten let out a short groan and moved his body back a bit more.

He bent down to kiss me soothingly. Because of that, his body pushed in a little farther. Beginning to enter again slowly, he kept going without stopping, all the way inside. At the same time, I caught a faint taste of blood on my tongue.

“Ahng, aaahng!”

As if to make up for the frustrating sensation from before, his sh*ft pressed exactly on the spot and sent a flash of pleasure through my eyes. When our joined lips parted and I faced him, traces of unrepressed desire still lingered on his face. It looked as though the long, drawn-out insertion had eroded his patience, leaving bite marks on his lips. I raised my hand and gently touched his wounded lips.

“It’s so hot. Can you feel it here? It’s all the way in.”

Moving in small motions as if to assert its presence, he poked around the pleasure spot. It wasn’t as extreme as what I felt moments ago, but it gave me a sense of fulfillment, as though filling some long-standing void.

He took the hand that was supporting my waist away and grabbed my hips. Around his eyes, now focused on my condition, a flush of red had spread. His disheveled hair, wrinkled clothes, and reddened eyes gave him a decadent and lustful aura.

“Ah, aaah…!”

Harten, pulling out his p*nis slowly like before, furrowed his brow again. The thick tip paused at the entrance, causing another spark of pleasure. I reached out and clung to his neck.

“Hheuk, mm!”

At the forceful thrust that landed with a thud, my mouth fell open on its own. Incoherent sounds slipped out in scattered bursts.

The sensation overloaded my nervous system to the point of overflowing. It feels like everything is spinning before my eyes. My toes curl up as the pleasure pushes me higher and higher. In the meantime, he brought his lips to mine several times, but each time I was so out of breath that I had to push him away.

“You’re so beautiful, My Lady.”

Contrary to the merciless chain of pleasure, his voice was sweetly drenched as it echoed in my ears. He licked away every tear that flowed from the overwhelming pleasure and smiled tenderly. …Just like last time and this time too, does Harten have a thing for a crying face?

“…Are you thinking of something else? I’m getting jealous.”

Somehow sensing my brief wandering thoughts, he pushed in more roughly. It was as though everything before had been a mere tease; without the slightest bit of mercy, he rubbed directly on my pleasure spot. Stars burst in my vision and my head began to overload, yet he only gripped my hips harder and thrust deeper inside.

The wet squelching sound wouldn’t stop. It came from the friction of our most intimate parts, where the flowing fluids met heated flesh.

Heated sh*ft parted my flesh mercilessly, pushing deeper inside. With every thrust, again and again, it felt like it burrowed further in.

I noticed that the hand I had placed on his shoulder was leaving marks on him, but I couldn’t pull it away. The massive tip, almost too big to bear, was closing in. Even Harten, who had met my gaze so tenderly until now, was suddenly furrowing his brow.

“Mmng, Te-en… hheuuh.”

I wanted to tell him to stop, that I couldn’t handle it anymore, but as if anticipating my words, Harten pressed his lips against mine. Although he always acts like he’d do anything for me, at critical moments like this, he pretends not to hear.

As I felt his tongue intertwining with mine urgently and closed my eyes, he suddenly rammed into me roughly as if signaling the end. My final moan, too, was swallowed up by him, and I felt as though my entire body was being devoured. A sweet yet electrifying pleasure shot up my spine into my brain. It burned away every nerve ending that had already been half melted.

With a tingling tremor, my body slipped out of control. Harten clung to me as if he wouldn’t let go, thrusting a few more times until I felt everything to its very limit. That was when I blacked out.