Chapter 4 (Part 5)

“Ahh… ah… ahhh…!”

Overcome with arousal, Celestia clutched at his bulging, veined forearm, but he didn’t stop. With his repeated motions, Celestia was quickly driven to the peak of pleasure.

The climax that overtook her was intense and forceful, almost violent. Unlike the warm, soothing pleasure she had felt on their first night, this was a stormy, overwhelming sensation. Stars seemed to burst before her eyes as animalistic sounds escaped her lips.

Kayev watched Celestia unravel beneath his touch, her small body trembling as she endured the waves of her climax. The sight of her surrendering to pleasure was so erotic that he felt as though he might release without even touching himself.

Unable to resist, he turned her delicate, quivering body around, still trembling from the aftershocks of her org*sm.

“Hah…”

As Celestia braced herself against the wall with shaky hands, Kayev’s large frame loomed over her slender back. His rough hand grasped her chin, turning her face toward him as he claimed her lips in a heated kiss. Their tongues and lips tangled messily, saliva dripping between them, but neither paid it any mind.

As they kissed with abandon, his hands roamed her body like a man addicted. Celestia couldn’t stop him from pulling her maid’s uniform off, exposing her chest. Her pale, soft skin spilled over his large hands as he grasped her br*asts.

“Tia… Tia…”

Calling her name, Kayev kneaded her br*asts to his heart’s content, his movements becoming more blatant as he began grinding his lower half against her. Celestia, now fully aware of what that meant, instinctively shook her head.

Her body, flushed and heated with arousal, felt mortified by the wetness dripping down her thighs from her earlier climax.

But just moments ago, when he had ignored her protests, Kayev suddenly froze, halting all movement. It seemed that, at the very last moment before entering her, her resistance had finally registered with him.

For a moment, the only sounds in the stable were their ragged breaths.

Celestia was a mess. Her blouse was completely undone, leaving her chest exposed, while her skirt, pushed up to her waist by Kayev, revealed her round, pale bottom.

Just the sight of her disheveled state made his lower abdomen tighten with unbearable need. The pressure of his pent-up arousal was almost painful. Growing anxious at her refusal, Kayev pulled her slender waist into his arms once more.

“Do you hate it? Do you hate what I’m doing to you right now?”

Of course, she didn’t hate it. The way he desperately kissed her shoulder and asked so earnestly didn’t bother her at all. But even though she didn’t dislike it, Celestia couldn’t bring herself to yield so easily.

There wasn’t any particular reason.

It was just… too embarrassing.

‘Why can’t he just continue without asking…?’

But it seemed that Kayev was determined to gain her permission. He asked her again, his insistence putting Celestia in a difficult position. When he asked if she hated it, she shook her head once more. It was a silent indication that she didn’t.

“Does that mean you don’t hate it?”

Kayev pressed her for an answer. Frustrated, Celestia shifted in his arms, unable to find the words to respond.

For Kayev, the uncertainty was agonizing. Her constant squirming only heightened his arousal, making his already swollen length strain painfully against his pants. The tip of his manhood, unable to find its intended destination, leaked in frustration.

It was torture. The desperate need to bury himself inside her was almost unbearable. He wanted to thrust into her warmth, to see her cry out beneath him like she had that night, her face flushed and disheveled with pleasure.

But if Celestia truly didn’t want it, none of that would be possible. Each time she shook her head, Kayev’s anxiety grew.

This entire situation was partially his fault for pushing her too far. That was why her explicit consent was so important to him. He had no intention of forcing her into anything she didn’t want.

“Do you really hate it? Why? You enjoyed it just moments ago. Think about it again, Tia. I’ll… I’ll make it good for you. I wasn’t in my right mind the other night, but… I’ll make it feel really good this time, okay?”

Kayev’s tone turned almost pleading. All of his usual pride and arrogance were gone. If anyone saw him like this, they might question whether he was truly the Duke of Ruden. Desperate for her answer, he showered Celestia with sweet words, almost as if he were courting her.

“Was the other night so awful for you? For me… for me, it was the best thing I’ve ever experienced, Tia… But was it not the same for you?”

Kayev felt like a dog in heat, panting and begging. But he didn’t care. What drove him to the brink of madness was Celestia’s refusal to give a clear answer.

If she had outright rejected him, he might have been able to let go. But her lukewarm attitude kept giving him hope, leaving him no choice but to cling to her.

“Do you hate it? Is it really impossible, Tia? Hm?”

The way he ground his swollen length against the cleft of her bottom, even through the fabric of his pants, was so lewd that Celestia flinched. Unsure of how to respond, she hesitated for a long moment before finally giving in to his desperate pleas.

“I… don’t hate it.”

Her soft, barely audible voice finally gave him the answer he had been waiting for. His eyes gleamed with a wild light, and to Celestia, he looked like a man possessed.

“You don’t hate it? Does that mean it’s okay? Can I…?”

Still too embarrassed by the situation to respond verbally, Celestia remained silent, instead intertwining her fingers with his hand braced against the wall.

With her silent consent, Kayev hurriedly undid his trousers, forgetting all decorum. His manhood, long confined, sprang free with a sudden bounce under his desperate touch. Though Celestia couldn’t see the intimidating organ today, as her back was turned to him, she could feel its girth and length as it pressed between her thighs. It was just as overwhelming as she remembered.

Kayev positioned himself closely behind her, his body flush against hers. As he mimicked the motion of entering her, the already damp, throbbing flesh of his manhood nestled firmly between her soft folds. After savoring the lewd friction for a few moments, Kayev naturally aligned his swollen tip with her entrance and slid inside.

“Hnngh…”

“Ah… Tia…!”

A moan escaped both their lips simultaneously—the invader and the invaded. The sensation was too wild to be called sweet, yet too intoxicating to be called savage. The overwhelming feeling spread through their lower bodies.

The position, with him entering her from behind, made their union impossibly deep. A faint ache bloomed in a place she’d never thought could be reached. However, unlike the pain that had dominated their first night, this time, pleasure took precedence. A languid sensitivity and a floating sense of euphoria made her lips part involuntarily.

Kayev was equally enraptured. The way Celestia’s body accepted him more easily than before was almost too much for him to bear. The sensation of her body, her reactions to him—everything about her—was utterly lovable.

Once he confirmed that she wasn’t in pain, Kayev began to move his hips slowly. At first, he kept himself buried deeply within her, grinding against her inner walls. As the slow burn of pleasure built, Celestia instinctively rolled her hips in response. The sensation of his thick tip grazing her sensitive spots was exquisite.

But as time passed, Celestia began to feel that something was missing. The teasing touches weren’t enough; she craved something deeper, harder. Sensing her frustration, Kayev’s movements grew more intense.

“Ahh… Ka-Kayev…!”

The force of his thrusts was too much for her slender arms to support. Kayev wrapped his strong arms around her upper body, holding her weight as he continued to drive into her. He didn’t forget to stimulate her further by kneading her br*asts with his large hands.

His thrusts became wilder and more relentless. Each time he withdrew to the base of his shaft, only to plunge back in forcefully, electric shocks ran through her body. His powerful movements lifted her off the ground, her toes barely grazing the floor.

“Ahh… ah… ahhh…!”

Celestia sobbed as Kayev lost himself in the rhythm of his hips. His firm b*ttocks tensed with each deep thrust, and the wet sounds of their union filled the stable, accompanied by the smacking of flesh against flesh.

Though a part of her worried that someone might hear the commotion, Kayev’s scent and heat had already consumed her senses. He, too, was utterly intoxicated by her body, oblivious to everything else around them.

It was as though he was born solely to bury himself inside her. His relentless thrusts, hitting her most sensitive spots, drove her to the brink of madness. The way her inner walls tightened and pulsed around him only spurred him on.

“Tia… Tia…!”

“Ah… Kayev…! Ahh…!”

When the climax finally hit, Celestia arched her back, unable to make a sound. Only strained gasps escaped her throat. Her mind went blank, her vision white as the waves of pleasure overtook her.

Kayev reached his peak shortly after, spilling himself deeply inside her as his body trembled with ecstasy. Her walls, tightening and pulsating as if alive, milked him until he was utterly spent.

“Haa… haa…”

As Celestia caught her breath, Kayev, still lost in the aftershocks of his release, found himself unable to stop. The lingering tightness of her inner walls reignited his desire. He began thrusting again, his still-hard manhood plunging into her trembling body.

Gripping her slender waist firmly, he held her in place as he continued to move. The sticky fluid he had released began to froth and spill out with each forceful thrust. Their bodies, once again, were enveloped in a haze of pleasure. The rapid, rhythmic movements of his hips left Celestia gasping for air.

Before she could protest, a second climax overtook her. This time, she let out a scream-like moan, tears streaming down her face. The pleasure was so overwhelming that she felt as though she could die from it.

In that moment, nothing else mattered—not her circumstances, not her misfortunes. All that existed was Kayev, carving himself into her very being. She decided not to think about the consequences. If she were to die in his arms, consumed by pleasure, it wouldn’t be such a bad way to go.

Shattered by the ecstasy Kayev brought her, Celestia fell into his grasp, her fragmented self glimmering like broken pieces of glass in his hands.