Chapter 4

Straddling Edward, Rosaline grabbed his member and pushed it inside her body right away. Bracing herself on Edward’s chest, she moved her hips vigorously, as if pounding a pestle. Smack, smack, the sound of wet flesh colliding was loud. Huff, pant, Edward, pinned below, accepted the woman moving on top of him like a temptress.

Rosaline’s body seemed intent on milking him dry, sucking at his member. She would pound down, swirl her hips seductively, and even rub back and forth as if riding a horse.

Her inner walls were hot, wet, and clinging. Each time her walls convulsed around him, Edward found it impossible to hold back. Moreover, the more passionately she moved, the more her luscious br*asts bounced, stimulating his eyes.

Ah, forget it. Countess or not. Overcome by l*st, Edward lifted his hips so much they nearly floated, thrusting up into her. Rosaline, squatting above, accepted Edward’s member. The curved tip scraped her inner walls. Rosaline’s mouth hung open in ecstasy.

“Hnnnn…! Haaa!”

“Ahh!”

In the end, just a month after joining the Earldom, the young stableboy was claimed by the Countess. Led by Rosaline, he released his seed deep inside her tight body.

But it didn’t end there. Edward, suddenly energized, pushed Rosaline onto the straw and entered her again, moving his hips like a dog in heat. The sound of slapping flesh echoed. Edward moved, not caring if anyone saw, and reached his second climax.

“I-I’m sorry, Madame. How could I…”

“It’s fine, you did well. Go back to work.”

After releasing his seed twice, he finally came to his senses. Edward bowed his head, embarrassed, and hurriedly left the stable as soon as Rosaline dismissed him. He thought for sure he’d lose his head if the Earl found out.

Meanwhile, Rosaline sat comfortably on the straw, catching her breath. Her body still pulsed, and her heart raced. Her youthful face was flushed with desire.

Just then, someone entered the stable. It was Earl Balzac. He strode straight to Rosaline’s stall, and without a word, spread her legs wide.

Her body was still pulsing, holding onto Edward’s seed, and yet, it kept twitching, as if waiting for another.

“Do you feel more stretched today?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe a little… Mm.”

The Earl pushed his fingers into her body, holding the seed. Truly, even after months of passionate s*x, Rosaline’s body remained as tight as a virgin.

After s*x with the Earl, Rosaline was fully awakened to desire. She made love with him day and night, not for heirs but for pleasure alone. But as a busy man, the Earl couldn’t spend every day in bed for months. For his young wife, whose desire had awakened late, he permitted her to sleep with other men. He also hoped Rosaline’s still tight body would loosen a bit.

The Earl gently pushed Rosaline’s upper body back. She leaned on the soft straw and spread her legs. The Earl lowered his trousers and revealed his swollen member. As he tapped her plump body with the tip, Rosaline wrapped her legs around his waist.

“To think you’d become such a lustful kitten. I didn’t expect I wouldn’t be enough for you.”

“Hnnn. But you’re busy, Honey… Hng.”

Using Edward’s seed as lubricant, Balzac’s member slid deep inside her. Accepting another man did make the passage smoother than before. Still, her body clung to him as tightly as ever.

The Earl, bracing himself on the straw, moved only his firm waist muscles, grinding his hips. Smack, smack, the sound of flesh echoed as Rosaline moaned loudly, not caring who heard. The Earl didn’t stop her. Rather, he found his bold young bride adorable, smiling at her lovingly.

“Maybe one day, even I won’t satisfy you. Should I bring in the horses and let you be handled by them?”

“N-no… Not the horses… Ah!”

From all around the stable, the horses neighed.

“Only you… Only you, Honey… Hnn…”

“My wife, you speak so prettily.”

As the Earl bent down, Rosaline eagerly grabbed his cheek and kissed him. At first, she disliked him for his age. But now, she liked the deep gaze, the maturity, and the sense of security he gave. His warmth, even heat, his sturdy frame, and the firmness of his body satisfied her.

His thick tongue filled her mouth, brushing her teeth. Rosaline sucked on his tongue as if it were life itself and swallowed his saliva. Between her legs, his club-like member still moved inside her. Each time the Earl thrust, Rosaline’s soft hips were pressed and squashed. Edward’s cloudy seed, left behind, traced a path along Rosaline’s peach-like bottom as the Earl moved.

The Earl broke the kiss and began to move harder. Their joining was already messy with seed and essence. The Earl touched Rosaline’s swollen sensitive spot as he quickened his pace. Thump, thump! As he pressed in with his weight, the friction grew louder and Rosaline’s moans turned into wild cries.

“I love it, ah, your thick member feels so good…!”

Watching his bold, self-moving wife, the Earl smiled. Then he thrust deep, as if piercing her core, and released.

“Hnnng!”

Rosaline arched her back, trembling. The huge member inside her pulsed, releasing thick seed. Rosaline felt her belly swell with the sheer volume. Eyes rolling back, she enjoyed the afterglow as the Earl sucked on her br*asts. Her soft flesh and n*pples were thoroughly ravished in his hot mouth.

“To have such a cute wife in my old age, I’m truly lucky.”

“Hnnn… I love it… Ah.”

The Earl, enjoying the afterglow, fondled Rosaline’s br*asts. Her full, white br*asts flowed like cream. The ar*ola, once small on their first night, had grown a little, but the pink color remained. Rosaline smiled with her n*pples standing tall.

“I love that you played with me today, Honey…”

“If you love it so much, maybe I should have a toy made in the shape of my member.”

“Mm, that would be nice… I’d keep it inside all day…”

If she could, Rosaline wanted to keep a toy shaped exactly like Balzac’s member inside her at all times. The Earl kissed Rosaline’s soft lips. He too wanted to see her with something just like his own.

“I’ll call the woodworker right away.”

“Hnnn, thank you, Honey.”

Rosaline acted cute and kissed him. Her heart felt as full as the seed inside her. It truly was a happy marriage.

fin.