Chapter 3 (Part 3)

Kayev found Celestia’s boldness endearing to the point that he wanted to bite her. Yet, a lingering anxiety gnawed at him—what if this naive, former noblewoman behaved this way with other men as well?

He resolved to give her a stern lecture when morning came, but for now, he had to extinguish the fire burning within him. Even he was surprised at the superhuman patience he was demonstrating.

As Celestia wrapped her arms around his large frame, Kayev’s lower body naturally settled between her parted legs.

Almost unconsciously, he began rubbing his hardened length against her damp entrance. It was a simple prelude, yet the sensation alone was overwhelming. As the monstrous, prec*m-slicked organ brushed against her sensitive flesh, a moan escaped her lips.

“Hah, I can’t hold back anymore, Tia.”

Hearing his rough, scratched voice, Celestia instinctively nodded. There was a sense of desperation in his tone, as though denying him was not an option. But beyond that, Celestia simply wanted to grant any request he made.

Moreover, she couldn’t resist the sweet way he called her “Tia.” Hearing the nickname escape his lips for the first time made her entire body feel as though it was flushing red.

“Spread your legs wider.”

Caught between excitement and embarrassment, Celestia obeyed without hesitation, opening her legs wide.

She didn’t seem to realize how much her innocent compliance was driving him mad. Part of him wanted to stop her, while another part wanted to take full advantage of her naivety. These conflicting desires waged a fierce battle within him.

“When I regain my senses… I’ll have a lot to say to you.”

That was the only warning he could manage to give her.

Though he was barely holding onto his sanity, a powerful, almost violent impulse kept washing over him. His lust, knowing exactly where it wanted to go, seemed to command him to release himself into her as soon as possible.

Guided by instinct, Kayev slowly began to open Celestia’s body.

Gritting his teeth, he positioned himself at the entrance he had prepared with his tongue earlier. As he pressed forward, he felt the tiny opening part slightly. It was an unbelievably small hole. No, it wasn’t even a hole—it was just a narrow slit.

Kayev was bewildered.

Had I misunderstood something?

There was no way his length could fit into such a place.

“Damn it.”

Could there be another entrance?

As his anxious hands roamed lower, Celestia shrank back in confusion.

But no matter how much he searched with his fingertips, the only place that could accommodate him was there.

With a sense of despair, Kayev attempted to enter again. It was certain to hurt her. He didn’t want to harm her, but he feared he might end up tearing her apart.

“Ah, hnn… Kayev…”

As the thick head of his member began to part her tightly closed flesh, Celestia whimpered and clung to him.

Though they had barely started, she was already trembling in fear, and Kayev felt a pang of guilt.

“Relax. If you tense up like that, it’ll only hurt more…”

Though he could have spoken more gently, the sensation of her inner walls clenching around just the tip of him made him grit his teeth. Instead, Kayev gently stroked her waist, trying to comfort her.

Feeling his large hands soothing her, Celestia took a deep breath and slowly tried to relax, opening herself up to him.

Though this moment was far from what she had imagined, it was still the moment she had always dreamed of as a young girl. In her fantasies, her husband had always been Kayev. She had dreamed of a happy wedding with him and a romantic first night.

Though she was now nothing more than a mere maid, not even his bride, she was happy to have him, even if just for one night.

“Hnn… Kayev, it hurts… Is it done yet?”

But the pain below was another matter entirely. As she endured the sharp, tearing sensation, Celestia received no response from Kayev—only a short, rough groan.

“Ugh—”

Finally, when he was fully buried inside her, Kayev felt as though he had been struck by lightning. Though it was his core that was enveloped by her hot, moist walls, the sweet pressure made him feel as though his entire body was being squeezed.

“Hah!”

Celestia, too, let out a sharp exhale as she felt him completely fill her.

Thanks to his earlier, somewhat embarrassing efforts to prepare her, the pain was bearable after the initial intrusion.

In truth, the happiness in her heart outweighed the pain in her body. She was glad to have been of help to Kayev, even if only for a moment, despite always feeling like a burden to him.

More than anything, she was glad that her first experience was with Kayev. Her still-throbbing insides seemed to echo her feelings, pulsing in response.

“Loosen up… Hnn, relax, Tia.”

Meanwhile, Kayev was struggling. The tension in Celestia’s body, as she clung tightly to him, made him feel like he was going to lose his mind. Her inner walls gripped him so tightly that he nearly cl*maxed immediately upon entering her.

Kayev tried to convince himself that his embarrassingly premature urge to release was due to the drug. He was using every ounce of his strength to keep from thrusting into her recklessly.

He didn’t want to take her like that. He couldn’t devour the precious gift she had willingly given him in such a hurried, selfish manner.

But unfortunately, his drugged, rational restraint didn’t last long.

As Celestia briefly relaxed at his soothing words, Kayev began to move before he could even issue a proper warning.

“Hnn, Kayev, wait, ah, ahh—!”

The sensation of his length, which had been filling her completely, sliding out only to thrust back in like a massive stake, left Celestia breathless. If she hadn’t been sufficiently lubricated, the sheer pressure might have torn her apart.

But that was only the beginning. As Kayev’s rough movements continued, Celestia clung to him, unable to even cry out properly.

“Hah, I’m sorry, Celestia… Just a little more, hnn…”

Burying his head in her neck, Kayev repeatedly murmured apologies. But despite his words of remorse, his hips moved mercilessly.

Instinctively, Celestia wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on. It was the only way she could endure his relentless thrusts. Thankfully, the slickness below made the experience less painful than it could have been. Her legs, hooked around his rock-hard waist, trembled uncontrollably.

“Hnnngh!”

At some point, the sharp heat in her inner walls gave way to a dull, spreading pleasure that radiated through her hips.

Kayev, now completely lost in instinct, was pounding into her with abandon, his head buried in her neck. His muscular arms, which held her like a cage, bulged with tension. Low, growling moans rumbled in her ears, and the thick scent of him filled her nose.

Being completely surrounded by him didn’t feel bad. In his heated embrace, Celestia felt a hazy sense of contentment.

“Hnn, ahh, ahh, ah—!”

“Hnnngh!”

With a loud, rhythmic slapping sound, Kayev continued his animalistic thrusts until, at some point, his body tensed and he froze.

As he buried himself deep inside her and reached his agonizing climax, Celestia embraced him warmly.

“…”

Kayev, who had essentially exploded inside her, was left speechless for a while. The mind-melting pleasure brought with it a sense of liberation… and endless embarrassment.

Kayev was overwhelmed with embarrassment. 

Even if it was because of the drug, wasn’t this far too quick…?

“It’s… over now, right, Kayev?”

Still nestled in his arms, Celestia cautiously asked the unmoving man. Her question, strangely provocative, made Kayev sit up abruptly.

“It’s not over yet.”

Celestia, who had believed that the storm had passed and peace would now follow, was taken aback by Kayev’s expression, which seemed even more agitated than before.

“What? What do you mean?”

Without answering her confusion, he effortlessly lifted her body onto his. The soft, tender skin that wrapped around him caused his half-softened length to harden again, as if it had never softened in the first place.

“I said, it’s not over yet.”

It was true that his body hadn’t completely cooled down. Though the heat that had once threatened to consume him had subsided, the thirst he felt for Celestia remained unquenched.

Her innocent face, the pure desire that flickered in her blue eyes, mirroring his own, drove him to the brink of madness.

He couldn’t end it like this, having only satisfied his own desires. He wanted her to experience the same ecstasy he had just tasted. He wanted to see her lose herself beneath him, crying out in abandon.

Fueled by an odd sense of determination, he pulled her still-dazed face closer and kissed her.

***

That night, Kayev embraced Celestia countless times. He left innumerable kisses and marks on her red lips and pale body.

He blamed the effects of the drug, but even as its influence faded, he didn’t want to leave her arms. His desires were far from sated, as though he had only drawn a single bucket of water from the ocean.

His young body, newly awakened to pleasure, didn’t tire and continued to crave her. Naturally, it was Celestia who succumbed first.

Having no prior knowledge of such intimacy between a man and a woman, nor any idea that Kayev harbored such relentless passion, she found it all overwhelming. Yet, at the same time, Celestia was intoxicated by the blissful pleasure he brought her and the comfort of his broad embrace, leaving her unable to think clearly. Regardless of how it began or ended, the fact that Kayev wanted her filled her with joy, and she couldn’t tear herself away from his strong body.

The two, who spent the entire night entwined, finally fell into an unconscious sleep as dawn broke.

Neither of them realized it, but even in deep slumber, they clung tightly to each other, as if unwilling to let go.

* * *

Despite the stormy night, the morning sun rose as usual.

Unaccustomed to the unfamiliar bed, Celestia woke up earlier than usual and soon recalled the events of the previous night. The sight of their n*ked, entwined bodies, as if to prove that it hadn’t been a dream, made her entire body flush red.

As her hazy thoughts cleared and she fully grasped the situation, a wave of embarrassment washed over her. Unlike the darkness of night, the morning sunlight didn’t conceal anything. Her rational mind struggled to process the vivid reality before her.

As a noblewoman raised in a proper household, she had always imagined her wedding night to be a sacred ritual shared with her husband. But what she had done with Kayev…

Celestia covered her face with both hands. Though she had climbed into his bed with resolve, she hadn’t anticipated feeling this mortified afterward. She felt as though her head might explode at any moment and decided to leave before Kayev woke up.

After all, hadn’t the butler asked her to find him as soon as she was done?

Carefully disentangling herself from Kayev’s limbs, Celestia quietly slipped out of bed. Her overused muscles screamed in protest, but escaping the room without waking him was her priority.

Perhaps due to the lingering effects of the drug, Kayev remained asleep even as she dressed.

As she prepared to leave the room, countless thoughts raced through her mind. Last night would undoubtedly remain an unforgettable memory in her life. The nervousness of losing her virginity and the exhaustion from the night’s relentless passion weighed heavily on her body.

Though she felt a sense of satisfaction at having spent her first night with Kayev, the embarrassment of the unfamiliar act overshadowed it.

Leaving the bedroom, Celestia swallowed her complicated emotions and resolved to move forward. She felt as though she would never be able to look Kayev in the eye again.