Chapter 2.4

Richel tried to recall the man’s appearance with her muddled mind.

He wore a robe and a mask that concealed his face. His voice was different from my husband’s. Maybe his build…. Was his build somewhat similar? But their professions were different. This man was a mercenary, while my husband….

Her husband’s profession….

“Ah…!”

His fingers thrust deep as he sucked her peak hard. Richel’s hips rose, spilling fluids. The intense stimulation pushed her mind to its limits, blurring her consciousness.

“Relax your c*nt. Let me suck inside.”

“Huh….”

“If you stay like this, I can only lick the entrance. Is that still good?”

His voice was heavy and gentle.

“If you want, open up, Richel.”

Unconsciously, Richel relaxed. Her parted thighs trembled. Soon, his hand slipped under her hips, and he buried his face between her legs.

“Ah, ah…!”

His tongue invaded her wet entrance, plunging deep and scraping against her lining as it withdrew. He didn’t forget to flip the wings beside her entrance with his tongue.

Richel was held by her hips, letting him feast on her below. Her widely spread legs convulsed repeatedly.

Every time his head moved, fluids spilled from her entrance. The juices splashed down her b*ttocks, soaking his hands.

He growled as he devoured Richel’s p*ssy. He took a large bite, then slowly crushed it. His tongue traveled upward, stimulating her protruding peak, then descended to her entrance. As he forcefully jabbed the small opening with his tongue, more fluids gushed.

“You’re coming so prettily.”

“Ah, ah! Huh, ah…!”

“Even your crying is pretty.”

Richel’s cheeks flushed red. It was embarrassing, yet her body heated up. Maybe it was because she found similarities to her husband. The way he touched her felt familiar. Hah, Richel exhaled a languid breath.

A little more, just a little deeper. If only he could release the hot tension building in her lower abdomen.

Richel moved her hips in sync with his fingers. The tension that had tightened her inner walls eased, aiding his invasion. His fingers clung to her tender flesh.

“Damn it….”

The man gritted his teeth at the sight of Richel, blindfolded, her body flushed as she moved her hips.

The bed shook, accompanied by the sound of clothes tearing. Richel, intoxicated by the heat, shivered her thighs and gasped for breath.

Then, a blunt tip touched her entrance. The slick liquid from the tip rubbed against her p*ssy. Richel finally came to her senses.

“No, stop…!”

“You’re moving your hips so enticingly, what are you saying?”

The blunt flesh rubbed against her below. Richel shook her head, kicking at the man. But only the sound of thuds echoed, as his rock-hard chest didn’t budge.

“You still have the energy to resist.”

The man gathered Richel’s flailing arms and lifted them above her head. Soon, a click! sounded as her arms were secured. Richel panicked, struggling, as the clinking of metal pierced her ears.

The man grabbed Richel’s ankles and spread them wide. Below, he rubbed his member against her entrance. Richel twisted her body, pleading desperately.

“Y-you have a wife, don’t you…? You said you have a wife….”

“…….”

“Think of her, please…”  

The man laughed lowly.

“Damn, that just makes me want you more.”

He draped Richel’s legs over his shoulders and leaned in. Her thoroughly sucked entrance swallowed his thick tip.

The man slowly pushed his lower body forward. His massive member scraped against all her inner walls as it entered. Richel opened her mouth, arching her neck.

“Breathe, Richel.”

‘Breathe, Richel.’

The words her husband had spoken on their first night overlapped.

The man placed his hand on Richel’s sunken lower abdomen. He gently rubbed her entire belly with his warm touch, soothing her slender waist.

“Ah…!”

The man thrust his hips briefly. His large member penetrated a bit deeper. Richel inhaled sharply, gripping the metal of her cuffs.

The warmth of his face brushed against hers. The man’s breath drew closer. As his weight pressed down on her lower body, his member entered her fully. Richel gasped, her spread thighs trembling with convulsions.

The man silently caressed Richel’s face. The blindfold covering her eyes was damp with tears. He brushed aside the strands of hair sticking to her face and wiped the tears trailing down her cheeks.

That touch reminded her of her husband again.

‘Don’t tense up. I’ll go slowly, so it won’t hurt.’

“Relax. I’ll take it slow.”

Richel made a tearful face. Though the words were slightly different, the content—soothing her as she struggled—was similar. She felt like she was going insane.

He began moving his hips slowly. Pulling out smoothly and thrusting back in, his movements caused Richel’s body to rock up and down.

“Richel.”

The man growled her name as he embraced her upper body. His thrusts, which had started gentle, grew increasingly forceful. Her insides were stirred mercilessly, the wet sounds from below growing louder.

“Ah, wait, ah…!”

“Ha, damn it, Richel. Richel.”

Calling her name, he slammed into her with heavy thrusts. Their lower bodies collided with force, his member striking her inner walls with every motion.

“Ah, ah! Hah, ah, ah!”

Richel’s head shook wildly. He lifted his hips high before slamming them down. Each time his member plunged into her, Richel’s body convulsed and moans escaped her lips.

“Please, ah! Stop, ah, stop…!”

“Stop what, damn it. When you’re clenching like this around me.”

His words were punctuated by the rhythm of his pounding hips. Smack, smack—their bodies slapped together like whips lashing out.

“And your n*pples are hard just from being f*cked a little….”

He grabbed her br*asts. Kneading her full chest as if to burst it, he pressed her n*pples firmly with his index fingers. Richel cried out, arching her back.

The man groaned lowly as her walls tightened around him. His thrusts paused momentarily. His massive length twitched deep inside her, buried to the hilt. Richel trembled violently, her back arched.

“Damn it, I almost came. I’ve barely even started.”

“Huff…. No, don’t….”

“This is all for the sake of c*mming anyway.”

The man resumed thrusting roughly. The bed shook violently with his intense movements.

“Ah! Hah…. Ah, ah, ugh…!”

“Hah, you like that, don’t you?”

Richel couldn’t respond, only crying out. Each time his hips slammed down, her walls clenched tightly around his member, gripping him fiercely.

She couldn’t understand how things had come to this. She had only followed the other ladies to the harbor for an outing, ended up on a stage, and now found herself pinned under a man she’d never met before.

Yet she found herself searching for her husband in this man. Just because his voice sounded similar when he called her name, she moved her hips and spread her legs.

She no longer had the courage to face her husband.

“Ah, ah! Hah, ah, ugh…!”

The man thrust his massive member into her as he kneaded her br*asts. Hooking her hardened n*pples with his fingers, he twisted them while pounding his hips. Richel wept until her eyes swelled.

The man, panting heavily, drove into her relentlessly before lowering his weight. Thud! His member slammed deep into her, causing Richel’s neck to arch back.

“Hah….”

The man sighed, rolling his hips slowly. His thick member swirled inside her, stirring her insides. The sensation of her organs being churned made Richel twist her body, gagging. Saliva dripped from her open mouth. Her wrists, chafed by the cuffs, throbbed with pain.

The hands that had been pinching and twisting her n*pples pulled away. Soon, the clinking of metal echoed above her as the cuffs were unlocked. Richel’s arms, which had been stretched taut, fell limply to her sides.

“Damn it….”

With a low curse, the man touched Richel’s wrists. She flinched, pulling her hands away.

“Stay still. You’re hurt.”

He grasped her thin arms, gently massaging them. Pressing firmly from top to bottom, he kneaded her arms as if to restore blood flow. The sensation of pins and needles returned to her stiff arms.

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere else?”

At his gentle question, Richel squeezed her eyes shut.

“Don’t do this. Please.”

She hated this man who reminded her of her husband. She despised how he acted tenderly after buying her for his desires. She couldn’t stand the way he called her name or the softness of his touch.

But what disgusted her most was herself, for being aroused by him.

“You bought me because you wanted to sleep with me. Stop doing meaningless things and just finish what you started.”

Richel swallowed the tears rising in her throat. After a moment of silence, his hands, which had been massaging her arms, withdrew.

“Meaningless things.”

“…….”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

With a self-deprecating tone, he pulled out of her. Richel’s thighs twitched at the sensation.

The man placed her legs over his shoulders and braced himself on the bed. Richel’s pale hips were lifted high.

“W-what are you….”

“Thanks to you, I realized something. Why I was doing all this.”

He pressed his hips forward.

“Now I’ll do it properly.”

“Ah!”

His member pierced through her tight entrance and slammed inside.