Chapter 2.3
Hurried hands pressed and rubbed against her cl*toris. She was already wet from being tickled earlier. Because of this, his rough movements slid down near her vaginal entrance but never touched it directly.
He was, indeed, gentlemanly.
“You shouldn’t rub too much.”
“Huh?”
At one point, Elexion wiped the tears from Muriel’s eyes with a gentle hand while she climbed on top of him again. That same hand grabbed her b*ttocks and spread them apart.
“Muriel, today, we won’t stop like this.”
He spread one trembling buttock slightly in anticipation. As the cold air touched her exposed skin, her fluids trickled down the inner walls of her v*gina.
“Do you want everyone in the city to know what we’re doing?”
Elexion’s soft question snapped her back to reality. Unlike the mess under her skirt, her top and dress remained perfectly intact, making her feel even more shameless.
As her face turned redder than ever, his fingers pressed against her tightly closed vaginal entrance.
“Hng!”
She shouldn’t be excited, but her already wet body reacted strongly to his rough touches. His long fingers moved urgently between her legs, poking and prodding without care.
The squelching sound of her fluids rang loudly in her ears.
She tried to resist, to clench her muscles and prevent him from going deeper, but when he rubbed her insides firmly, her strength melted away.
Leaning against Elexion’s shoulder in a daze, she felt something unfamiliar touch her vaginal entrance.
“Xion…”
A shiver ran down her spine. She twisted her body desperately to escape, but the thing—so large she doubted it was human—slid through her fluids and pushed into a place his fingers couldn’t reach.
“Hngh!”
Muriel inhaled sharply without realizing it. Not only did it forcefully tear through her not-yet-relaxed inner walls, but it also thrust upward roughly.
Though it was tight enough to hurt, fluids still flowed freely from her clenched lower half.
Whether he was aware of her confusion or not, Elexion groaned in a low voice and rotated his hips slowly. Each movement sent sweet sensations through her brain, making her insides twitch uncontrollably.
“Hng, ah! Xion…”
Afraid her limp body might fall backward, Muriel stretched her arms and wrapped them tightly around Elexion’s neck.
In response, Elexion grabbed her b*ttocks and shook her body vigorously. For the captain of the knight order, shaking an adult woman like a doll was an easy feat.
“Aah! Hngh! Aaah!”
Muriel’s beautiful golden hair bounced wildly. She tried desperately to piece together her shattered sanity, attempting to form coherent thoughts.
But each time the intense pleasure crashed over her like a wave, it wiped her mind blank. All she could do was bite her lips unconsciously, trying to suppress her moans.
Through the gap in the curtains, Elexion saw that the Earl’s residence was not far away.
“Relax.”
Muriel, seemingly aware of how close they were, tightened around him, trembling violently. But seeing Elexion’s face showing no signs of climax, she looked distressed.
“Should I finish?”
“Quickly, please…!”
Without any mercy, Elexion grabbed her b*ttocks and shook her fiercely. The wet flesh beneath her pounded against her stomach as his swollen tip struck her entrance. At that moment, he released his grip on her b*ttocks.
Using only gravity, his tip tore through her inner walls and plunged deep inside.
“Hii…”
Muriel couldn’t even let out the moan that had been building up. Though the deepest part of her lower half was pressed, it felt like her brain was being crushed, leaving her unable to think.
As hot s*men poured into her depths, her limbs trembled uncontrollably. Each time a moan escaped her lips, her b*ttocks twitched, trying to hold every last drop inside.
However, Elexion, still hard, slowly pulled out his member. Whenever her inner walls twitched to hold onto the s*men, more of it spilled out.
Muriel, unable to understand anything, looked at him with a pitiful, teary expression. His large hand gently stroked her thigh, wiping away the fluids that had just flowed out of her. He carefully pushed it back inside her vaginal entrance.
“Xion…? Why?”
Muriel asked in confusion, her voice trembling. He smiled gently as he pulled her underwear back up.
“I used contraception, but it seemed like you wanted to keep my s*men inside.”
“Huh?”
At that moment, her soaked underwear clung to her skin. As her senses returned, her face flushed bright red.
“No? Are you sure?”
The kind Xion tilted his head with an innocent expression. His hands still kneaded Muriel’s thighs as he spoke.
—We’re at the entrance of the Earl’s residence.
The coachman’s voice rang out. At his words, Elexion’s hand, which had been teasing her cl*toris over her now-useless underwear, withdrew as her dress fluttered.
“Ugh…”
Cold air seeped between Muriel’s legs. Elexion embraced her trembling body and smiled kindly.
“I hope our wedding day comes soon.”
Looking at his face, Muriel felt the fluids pooling in her inner walls seep through her now-transparent underwear.
***
The carriage door opened. Elexion stepped out first and extended his hand to escort her.
Inside the dark carriage, Muriel could clearly see Elexion. Unlike herself, whose skirt was in complete disarray, her fiancé remained impeccably composed.
‘Why is it only me?!’
Her face burned. For some reason, she felt a little angry.
‘I swear I’ll never sit next to him in a carriage again! Never! I won’t sit in the same seat! And wasn’t this supposed to be an all-ages romance novel? It was an all-ages romance novel! But this is already the third time…!’
“Let’s go home, Muriel.”
‘You were supposed to be an all-ages romance novel male lead!’
But anger required a body in proper condition.
Not only were her legs unsteady, but even the slightest movement threatened to make the fluids pooling in her underwear drip down her legs.
When she didn’t step out of the carriage, Xion peeked his head inside, concerned.
“Muriel, are you okay?”
‘How could I be okay?’
After being ravaged by something that could rival a weapon, how could she possibly be fine?
“Miss, are you alright?”
Just as she was about to snap back, the head maid standing by the carriage door asked worriedly.
“Yes, I’m fine. But… I’m a little sleepy.”
Perfect. This was an appropriate excuse.
Her quick thinking, honed through her life as a romance novel heroine, shone brightly.
“Then I’ll carry you to your room.”
Before she could respond, he scooped her up.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
And, as usual, he smiled the smile that left Muriel unable to resist.
“Uh, um. Yes…”
“Oh dear, the young lady has indeed been busy lately.”
“Yes, she must be tired.”
“This way, please.”
As Elexion moved, Muriel felt the fluids pooling in her inner walls press deeper. Listening to his conversation with the head maid, she tightened her grip on his neck.