Chapter 44
The act was similar to what she had felt from his fingers, yet now, hot and pliant flesh teasing her sensitive bud with wet strokes. It brought Beatrice a different kind of ecstasy.
The nervous, precarious tension in her chest lingered, like walking a tightrope, but separate from that, her body was honest. The pleasure, which had slowly and densely accumulated, finally swelled beyond what could be contained and burst all at once.
“Ahk… ah…!”
In a climax more tempestuous than usual, Beatrice let out a shrill cry and collapsed. White light flashed behind her closed eyes, only to fade into darkness. Her soul, floating in midair and swimming through a sea of pleasure, returned to her trembling body only a moment later.
“Hngh… hhh…”
Overwhelmed by the intensity of the stimulation, Beatrice whimpered unconsciously. Caesar gently embraced her as if to comfort her, scattering kisses all over her face.
“It’s alright, Beatrice. You did well.”
“I-Is this… is this really okay…?”
The words came out all jumbled, as if she were asking whether it was alright for such a sensation to exist in this world, but Caesar understood her perfectly.
“You’re my wife, and I’m your husband.”
His lips, still hot and impassioned, pressed to the nape of her neck.
“Between a married couple, anything is alright.”
At Caesar’s words, Beatrice finally began to calm down. The simple reassurance that it’s okay because we’re married became a great comfort to her.
Yes, they were husband and wife. So, no matter what trials and hardships came their way, they would be alright. Even this lewd act that would frighten heaven itself, even this maddening pleasure that felt like it could split the world in two—within the bounds of marriage, it was all okay.
Despite her body being limp from foreplay alone, Beatrice gathered her courage.
This didn’t start just for my sake.
Strictly speaking, tonight had been a night she had prepared for Caesar. Realizing she’d been the only one to fully indulge thus far, the competitive spark she had forgotten flickered back to life.
Unfortunately for her, however, Caesar gave her no chance to try anything.
“I’m sorry to rush, but… may I check if you’re ready?”
After kissing her a few more times while holding her limp body in his arms, Caesar slowly slid his fingers down to the entrance still aching from her climax.
Hot and slick, drenched in the fluid she had released, her entrance was looser than usual, soft to the point of being yielding. As his finger slipped in, her inner walls clung to it tightly, squeezing as if trying to expel him. Unable to hold back any longer, Caesar lifted his large body in one swift motion.
Beatrice looked up at her husband, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. He kissed the back of her hand as if asking for silent permission, while his other hand gripped the base of his member and slowly stroked along its length—an image more provocative than anything she had seen in the illustrated books.
She had always thought of him as stern and ascetic. But here, under the full brightness of the room, this disheveled version of him seemed like the very embodiment of carnal lust. His handsome face and flawless body endlessly stirred indecent thoughts…
“Ah!”
Before she could get lost in those thoughts, Caesar grinded himself against her thoroughly soaked folds.
The long shaft, now slick with the fluids from her body, created a lewd squelch as it rubbed between her lips. After giving her a bit of teasing warmth to relax her, Caesar then positioned the swollen tip at her entrance and began to push in.
“Ugh… ngh…”
Even though it wasn’t their first time, Caesar’s size always felt as overwhelming as it had the first time. Her thoroughly loosened body could feel how relaxed she was down there. Yet even so, the initial penetration wasn’t easy. Now that she had seen it with her own eyes, it was clear his size wasn’t something she could ever grow used to.
As he pushed in slowly, trying not to hurt her, Caesar eventually stopped moving. The amount he had inserted was exactly what Beatrice had always felt from him, no more, no less. Yet at the same time, she felt a faint sense of dissonance.
Something’s…
But the strange feeling scattered like dust before she could dwell on it. The rest Caesar gave her lasted only a moment. The instant he sensed she could endure it, he began to move his hips.
“I’m sorry, Beatrice. Tonight… I just don’t have the patience…”
Hearing his low, gravelly voice, Beatrice wrapped her arms around his neck. His movements, more hurried than usual, matched the words he spoke. But even that, she welcomed.
She wanted him to be more aroused tonight than in any of the nights they had shared before.
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