Chapter 10: Flowing With Milk And Honey (Part 2)

Bieren stood frozen, as if his mind had gone blank at Lizbeth’s question. Her innocent question was so provocative that it had become painful to endure. She seemed to express disappointment that he hadn’t held her since then. Before, he was eager to indulge his desires between her legs, but now, it was urgent to delay his ar*used state and console Lizbeth.

“I didn’t bring you here to treat you like I did before.”

Bieren didn’t want to treat Lizbeth the same way as before. He didn’t want to show her the same image as before. He wanted to remain her affectionate husband for the rest of her life. He whispered, cupping her cheeks lovingly as her long eyelashes fluttered as she looked at him.

“You came back from the brink of life and death after giving birth to a child, how can I pour my seed into you again?”

Bieren wanted to part with the days when he thought pouring his seed between Lizbeth’s legs was a sign of his ownership of her. He wanted to show Lizbeth how precious she was to him. That’s why he repeatedly stated that he wanted to treat her differently from the past, where he only used his passion.

“I don’t want to lose you again. I don’t want to treat you recklessly.”

“Even if I… want you, Bieren?”

Lizbeth asked with a hesitant tone, her lips quivering. Her blushing face, as if embarrassed, crumbled Bieren’s determination like a sandcastle. He was finally facing the moment he had longed for so much. Overwhelmed with joy at the miracle of her wanting him, he couldn’t contain himself. Lizbeth stuttered with her small lips.

“I want to have a second child, but if you don’t want to…”

“How could I dare not to give you that?”

“Then, if you would hold me as much as I want, then… “

Bieren sucked in Lizbeth’s lips as if devouring them when she asked to be held as much as she wanted. He didn’t know how long he had been waiting for this kiss. If she hadn’t wanted it, he didn’t want anything, not even a kiss when she slept. The kiss was so sweet. Every time he sucked in their tangled tongues and swallowed her breath, something in his chest felt like it was about to explode. Lizbeth moaned as he sucked on her tongue until the root of her tongue tingled and her breath caught in her throat.

“Hmm, yeah…”

He couldn’t have asked for a better moment to lust after her. His movements were impatient, as if he’d waited too long to be considerate of her. Without breaking their lips, Bieren’s hands moved impatiently to undo the robe and toss it aside. The moment their lips parted, Lizbeth gasped.

“Hmph….”

“Do you know how much you mean to me, letting me have you as much as I want?”

Bieren asked Lizbeth, who was willing to endure his dark desires. With one hand pulling her waist and the other kneading her br*asts, he pressed his bulged c*ck against her. With each squeeze on her br*asts, the remaining milk flowed, wetting the hard sh*ft and rubbing against her flat stomach. He saw his c*ck, soaked with the milk Lizbeth had spilled, and pulled their thighs together, rocking their hips.

“Uh, Bieren, if you want… it’s good, ah, uh, yeah….”

Lizbeth moaned at the sensation of her inner thighs being rubbed by the swollen c*ck. Bieren trembled with excitement at her innocent response. He finally spurted his load between her white thighs. He withdrew his still spurting c*ck and buried his face between Lizbeth’s legs.

“Then it’s time for you to find what you want now.”

Bieren muttered with a voice softened by the aftermath of their passion. There was no hesitation in his tongue as he licked between her legs. Lizbeth felt like her swollen cl*toris was about to explode under the flickering tip of his tongue. Bieren didn’t stop there; he inserted his fingers into her slick folds and teased slowly.

“It seems tighter after not being touched for so long. How does it feel here? Does it hurt?”

“Oh, no, huh, it’s… oh…”

Lizbeth whimpered and shook her head at the mention of pain. Her cl*t throbbed and her back arched with each thrust of his fingers. Since he had already kneaded her br*asts and suckled the stale milk once before, her dripping ar*usal soaked all the way to his chin. Lizbeth shuddered as Bieren kissed between her legs, sucking up her ar*usal as if kissing her lips, pressing his nose against her mound, it send shivers down her spine.

“Ha, uh, hmm, it’s… hot down there, oh, yeah…”

“Does it hurt or is it just hot?”

Bieren moved his lips between the folds of Lizbeth’s c*nt. Lizbeth often said it was hot when her cl*toris rubbed against something. Sometimes she said ridiculous things like her soles were hot, but that was before reaching cl*max. Lizbeth gasped as she released her ar*usal, squeezing his face between her thighs. She moaned, her legs trembling as they curled up to the soles of her feet.

“Huh, hmm, inside, oh…”

Lizbeth closed her mouth, about to release more ar*usal. It seemed ingrained in her to squeeze out her arousal to reach cl*max. Bieren regretted their past licentious times as he witnessed her behavior. Perhaps for the rest of his life, every time he faced the traces of his recklessness towards her, he would surely regret it. Bieren kissed the inside of Lizbeth’s thigh and said,

“You don’t have to say those things anymore. Just ask for what you want from me.”

“I… want you inside… I want to be held by you, Bieren.”

Lizbeth pursed her lips, swallowing the shame that flushed through her. If she could speak so nobly of wanting him inside her, Bieren wondered if she might be nobility instead of himself. As a nobleman himself, he found all sorts of vulgar words that came to mind when he looked at her. Like a man in a daze, Bieren rubbed his stiffened p*nis against her v*gina and pushed harder.

“Ugh….”

As Lizbeth felt his m*mber penetrating her entrance, she squirmed her thighs and moaned. Perhaps because they hadn’t shared intimacy for so long, it felt unbearably tight. Feeling the pressure building up as he went deeper, she felt her vision blur. Her husband’s cock was too big, even for her.

“Is it really the same v*gina that bore a child? Ah, it’s so tight like this…”

After slowly pushing his cock all the way in, Bieren gasped for air and tightened his abs. His naughty tongue couldn’t help but taunt Lizbeth with habitual mocking words. As he felt the tightness of her warmth, excitement surged, and he blurted out words before he could think. It felt so good to be enveloped as if she wouldn’t let a drop of blood pass through. Lizbeth felt unjustly accused and spoke up.

“Is… my… inside… so, tight?”

Bieren could have said that it would be considered tight even for another man with a healthy cock, or that it might be especially tight because of his particularly large cock. But he couldn’t bring himself to say it out of impatience, fearing that Lizbeth might momentarily imagine another man with her. Though he had promised to quell his jealousy, he still couldn’t let go of these messy suspicions. He slowly rocked his hips and gradually pushed his cock inside.

“It’s very tight. It might cut off my cock soon.”

“Well, hmmm, then, you can’t….”