Chapter 10: Flowing With Milk And Honey (Part 3)

“What do you mean I can’t? If you say that a man with his c*ck cut off is not worthy to be your husband, I’ll carve a wooden c*ck and f*ck you with it.”

Bieren laughed mockingly at Lizbeth’s protests, moving his hips gracefully. The idea of his c*ck being severed inside her was absurd. But he couldn’t help but feel anxious that Lizbeth, with her innocent face, might want another man if his m*mber were severed. However, Lizbeth nodded her head, her face flushing.

“Bieren, it’s… okay…”

At that moment, it felt like his rationality had been torn away. Seeing her whimpering underneath him, expressing her desire, he couldn’t help it. With just the gl*ns in place, he withdrew his hips and thrust his cock in with a loud smack. His hips grew wilder as his hard torso crushed Lizbeth’s br*asts and her milk shot out. Lizbeth wrapped her legs around his waist, trembling as she held on tight.

“Ah, please… gently…”

The way she cried out for him to be gentle with her was so pretty it was almost irresistible. Bieren stopped pounding his cock as deeply as she requested, and instead grabbed Lizbeth’s waist and rhythmically pounded. Lizbeth’s thighs quivered with the inescapable pl*asure, and she spat out a stream of juices.

“More, please… ah…”

“This feels so… good, doesn’t it?”

Almost simultaneously, moans of ecstasy escaped from Bieren’s lips too. The moment Lizbeth tightened around his m*mber after reaching cl*max was indescribably good. He knew how desperately she would suck and gasp for breath when he inserted his cock into her now-hot mouth. 

Ah, that was something I had done when I treated Lizbeth like a disposable maid.

As memories of his past terrible treatment flooded back, he felt his fervor quickly fading and spoke up.

“It would be wise for you to learn some teasing words to taunt me too.”

Kind-hearted Lizbeth would never in her life treat Bieren with such disrespect. So perhaps it would be best for Bieren to teach her how to handle him roughly. He looked at Lizbeth, whose eyes were slow to blink due to the overwhelming pl*asure, and continued speaking.

“Since I think your p*ssy squeezing around my cock feels good, how about you say that my cock bending and pounding inside you isn’t so bad either?”

Bieren intended to teach Lizbeth some dismissive words so that she would know how to talk down to him. Like a noblewoman buying a pr*stitute, waving her fan, and telling him he wasn’t bad for a one-night stand. Lizbeth recoiled at Bieren’s specific examples of mocking words, her face contorting in shock.

“How could I… say such things…?”

As Bieren pressed into her, Lizbeth twisted her waist in response to the sensation of his cock pushing against her inner walls. With each slow withdrawal of his cock, dragging out the pooled s*men, her body trembled. She’d just cl*maxed, and now she felt like she was about to spurt downward again. It felt like she might squirt out more fl*ids, maybe even urine, at any moment.

“What…I’m c*mming… I feel it… uh…”

“Just c*m all over me. And when you’re done, tell me if my cock wasn’t bad for a, uh, one-night stand.”

As Bieren urged Lizbeth to mock him, her vision repeatedly flickered. She knew that cutting off this sensation would leave her feeling unbearable emptiness. So while she wanted Bieren to stop, she also didn’t want him to stop. As the cl*max approached, Lizbeth wrapped her legs around Biern’s waist tightly and whimpered.

“Bieren… your cock… feels… good…”

“Fuck…”

Bieren swore under his breath. His body shuddered as if he’d been struck by lightning and a tingling sensation rushed to the tip of his cock. She had a knack for driving people crazy with her innocent responses when he pushed her to tease him. He realized that he would probably never beat her for the rest of his life. No, he wouldn’t even consider winning. He grabbed Lizbeth’s hips and pounded his waist like a rutting beast in heat. She wasn’t the only one anticipating what would come next. He also felt a sensation close to org*sm, with his mouth drying up and the tip of his cock swelling. Lizbeth let out a high-pitched cry as his hips quickened.

“Uhhh, uhhh, ahh, ahhh!”

At the peak of her cl*max, she finally spurted a stream of juices, a copious amount that soaked their connection point. Bieren erupted in a stream of fl*id at the same time as her. Lizbeth’s eyes widened at the vigorous stream pouring inside her, but soon she relaxed her lower abdomen. Bieren sighed in pl*asure as he pulled out his p*nis and held it up for her to see.

“You may be seeing it for the first time, but when I thrust hard enough to make you collapse from exhaustion, this is the c*m from me you experienced before. It’s not urine, so don’t worry.”

Bieren displayed his cock, gleaming with translucent fl*id, as he caught his breath. Lizbeth, caught in the aftermath, blinked her wet eyelids as she stared at it quietly. It was unfamiliar yet fascinating. Sex with him had once been so sad, but now she was glad he felt the same sensations as her. With newfound strength from her gaze, Bieren pushed his ar*used m*mber back into her.

“I happen to have the same climax as you.”

“Huh….”

Lizbeth felt like she was receiving the man’s pulsing heart as he entered her. She remembered what someone at the almshouse had told her: ‘You shouldn’t have s*x with someone because to have s*x is to mix your souls’. The flip side of that was that you could get a piece of the other person’s soul if you did. Lizbeth was happy to give hers and receive his, feeling the warmth of the bed akin to the traces of their exchanged souls.

* * *

Lizbeth, walking down the wedding aisle, looked incredibly radiant and beautiful. She had delayed revealing her dazzling figure even during dress fittings out of modesty, but now she showcased it at the wedding. Bieren stood stiffly at the end of the wedding aisle, watching her approach. It felt like spring was walking towards him. She looked at the man standing at the end of the wedding arch adorned with fresh flowers. He was her husband.

“You look so beautiful.”

Bieren declared, his golden eyes glittering like jewels, and he offered his arm to escort Lizbeth away. She slipped her arm through his, and found herself standing beside him, a place she couldn’t have dreamed of. She could not take her eyes off Bieren as she heard the High Priest’s voice ring out. Happiness was right beside her.

“May the future of the couple, who have pledged eternal love, be filled with blessings.”

Unlike flowers that bloom and fade, what they gave each other was a season that would never wither. They met in the spring when flowers bloomed, and spent the summer days filled with excitement. They endured the fall filled with misunderstandings and a cold winter of separation, only to welcome spring again. Imagining countless seasons together was enough to make them happy.

<The Pregnant Maid Runs Away, The End>

See you in Volume 2 (Side Story)!