Chapter 1.3

“Elexion, don’t tell me what you want is…”

“Yesterday was too short.”  

“What…?”  

The unfamiliar movement made her throat dry. The lips she thought would only touch the back of her hand licked and sucked at her neck, and a breath blown against her made her back stiffen and her lower abdomen tighten.  

“The night was too short.”  

The hand that had been groping her thigh yesterday moved into her groin. Her breath quickened, and her legs tensed. Her wet underwear clung to her private parts.  

But Elexion kneaded the soft flesh of her groin, not her private parts.  

Her mind cleared. Her cheeks flushed red with shame. How could her body expect so much just from one night!  

She tried to hide her wet underwear by pushing her hips back, but his long fingers had already brushed the fabric embedded in her skin.  

“You’re wet.”  

It seemed she heard the growl of a beast laughing.  

His fingers touched the underwear pressing against her cl*toris, which had forgotten its original purpose. Without pressing or rubbing, her underwear grew wetter.  

“Muriel, you’re rubbing yourself. Do you know that?”  

‘No, that’s not it. It’s just that my hips shake with every wheel turn…’  

Only a moan came out instead of the excuses filling her head. The more she tried to stop her hips, the more they shook. His low laughter fueled her shame.  

Just as tears were about to fall, the soaked underwear roughly dug into her parted flesh.  

“Ah! Ugh, mm…!”  

She was mechanically pressed and spilled fluid. Every time the carriage shook, every time her hips shivered, the swollen cl*toris rubbed against the hot iron pipe that had burrowed between her thighs.  

“Xion… Xion.”  

Not knowing what she was hungry for, she rubbed the swollen, pulsing hole and looked up.  

A strange man was looking down at her.  

Her n*pples tingled under her dress.  

***

“Xion…”

The fiancée he had wanted so much looked up with teary eyes. With his c*ck buried between her soft thighs, she showed him her tear-stained face. Such a lewd face, pleasuring herself with his c*ck and begging to be fed.  

Forget about being a puppy.  

Somehow, a large hand slipped through the open front of her dress. As her round br*ast was crushed against his firm palm, the gl*ns scraped from her perineum to her cl*toris.  

“Eeek!”  

Even as she whimpered that this wasn’t right, Elexion pinched her n*pple and rubbed her cl*toris with his thick gl*ns. She was about to cry from frustration when his fingers plunged in.  

“Xion! Xion…!”  

“Yes. I’m here.”  

She knew that wasn’t what he meant! Muriel sobbed and held her breath. The two fingers that roughly entered her dripping hole poked at her peak from the start.  

Even as she twisted her hips to escape, the carriage’s jolts only drove them deeper. She panted, unaware that she was hitting and rubbing the good spots herself.  

Her v*gina opened, and cold air rushed in, making her shiver. Inside, it quickly heated up.  

And then, as if everything until now had been child’s play, he roughly thrust in with a thud. Each time her body bounced and settled, it grew rougher.  

As he shook her, Muriel couldn’t even make a sound, her entire body stiffened. Her inner walls contracted, trying not to lose what had entered.  

Only after her half-n*ked body collapsed onto his firm chest did the fingers that had been enjoying the trembling of her inner walls slide out. Her thighs squeezed Elexion’s shaft as if to fill the void.  

Her vision filled with his index, middle, and ring fingers.  

From the tips of his long fingers, with joints bulging, to his palm, they were soaked in a sticky, opaque liquid.  

‘What is that…’  

It wasn’t the time to be thinking blankly like that.  

The moment Muriel realized what it was, she should have jumped up. Instead of squeezing and rubbing the veined thing between her thighs with every breath.  

“Have you been holding this in all this time?”  

If only she had realized sooner that Elexion, even after dirtying his thigh with thick, milky fluid, hadn’t lost his er*ction.  

“Isn’t this too lewd?”  

No, even if she had known, she wouldn’t have been able to escape the carriage.  

His lips, hotter than before, pressed against her deer-like neck, making her shiver and moan.  

“Ah!”  

The slippery fingers that hadn’t touched her n*pples flicked them.  

“This side stood up even without being touched.”  

Her waist arched on its own. The gl*ns poked at her entrance. As her waist trembled and half-floated in the air, he grabbed her and held her in place.  

With every movement of the carriage, the gl*ns caught at the entrance and poked lightly at her v*gina. The tightness below made her dizzy.  

“Muriel.”  

Then Elexion whispered like a devil.  

“Can I put it in?”  

He never dug into the itchy part. Only the entrance was teased, torturing her half-heated body.  

“Hmm?”  

Then, as if tempting her, he slipped the entire gl*ns in and gently shook it.  

“…Put it in.”  

“Hmm?”  

“Put it in. Xion, put it in.”  

It didn’t take long for Muriel’s reason to crumble.  

***

The moment his tongue sucked, she felt her insides pushed up, and her breath hitched. Muriel closed her eyes tightly, letting out a faint moan.  

Elexion soaked his wrist as he loosened her below. Even when she was wet and gasping, it was so tight for his thing to enter, but what if she saw it?

‘How big is it?’  

Curiosity surged, but she quickly shook her head.  

She hadn’t seen it properly yet, but if possible, she wanted to never know its true form. She wanted to leave it to imagination. Sometimes ignorance was bliss.  

If she saw it, she might cry and beg Elexion, saying she could never do it again.  

“Are you getting used to it?”  

She shivered. How could she get used to such thickness, hardness, and length!  

She shook her head with a pale face, but when the thick, hot thing scraped and rubbed her tight vaginal walls, she couldn’t think.  

“Ha, ah! Hn? Hnnng!”  

She moaned, shaking her chest with n*pples painfully er*ect.  

But it didn’t reach the deepest, itchiest part. Last night, when she clung to Xion who roughly thrust up into her as if her reason had disappeared, she longed for it.  

“It’s only the second time, are you moving?”

No matter how she shook her hips, the carriage’s jolts made her miss.  

“So lewd. Hm? How could you be like this?”  

“Ah, ah! Xion…!”  

“Muriel. I want to kiss.”  

Was it because her desire was being satisfied, or was it because only ambiguous places were being touched, leaving her unsatisfied?  

Muriel, unable to accurately judge her situation, cried tears of confusion, and the flesh suddenly withdrew, scraping roughly.  

“Ah!”  

Thick, hot liquid slowly trickled down her thigh. Her entire body shuddered, and her vision spun.  

Muriel realized then that, unlike her half-n*ked state, Elexion had only taken out his member.  

“Wait.”  

Just as embarrassment was about to rise, Xion smiled faintly. With the gentle, kind smile that made Muriel want to do anything for him, he leaned in for a kiss.  

Then, he lowered her round hips.  

“Mmmp!”  

His firm flesh naturally pushed into her already wet inner walls. Her white hips, held tightly, bore new handprints.  

“Mm. Hn…!”  

Even as their lips met, moans escaped.  

With every jolt of the carriage, the squelching sounds echoed in her ears. Each time he pressed and rubbed her inner walls, white sparks flew before her eyes.  

Did he know that when she felt it so intensely her back arched, she squeezed tighter, making him thrust harder?  

Elexion didn’t know. He was too busy kissing Muriel’s face, who was completely absorbed in feeling him.  

He tugged at her n*pples, which stood er*ect even when ignored, and they were wet.  

The pale pink n*pples were covered in a milky fluid. It looked like milk had formed.  

He pounced like a beast.  

“Ugh, ah! Hiii!”

Muriel Lake’s body trembled as Elexion Fredior held her waist firmly. He sucked and bit her pale pink n*pples until they turned red, then licked them lengthwise, unable to control the burning excitement that consumed his brain. His movements shook her waist uncontrollably.

Despite there being no space left to enter, the tip of his manhood pressed against her inner walls. Her organs seemed to be pushed upward, leaving Muriel gasping for breath as he held her tightly.

“Too much, uh! Ah, ah!”

“But it feels like milk might come out.”

He chuckled faintly while pressing down gently. What had he done to make her tighten again?

“Did you want my seed that badly?”

“Ah, ah!”

There was no room for denial. At that moment, the carriage raced down a dirt road.

“I should’ve realized earlier when you were holding onto my seed inside you, but I was late. I’m sorry. However, now is not the time.”

The carriage wheels rolled quickly, occasionally hitting stones that caused the body of the carriage to shake. Elexion didn’t even need to move; Muriel herself swallowed his manhood to the root and rubbed against it.

“Are you moving your waist on your own?”

Tears streamed down her face. Unfortunately, the spot that felt the best was being pressed down.

“Muriel, do you know?”

Her curled toes trembled uncontrollably. Nothing else registered in her mind except the intense sensation of the water filling her insides.

She finally managed to take a proper breath before collapsing onto Elexion’s chest.