Chapter 3
“Stop, hnnk, please stop. I can’t, ahhk, I can’t take it. A-Any, more…”
Giselle shook her head and struggled to escape from his arms. Whenever an intense pleasure she couldn’t handle arose, she always chose to avoid it rather than enjoy it.
Because Raven knew that fact well, he silently wrapped his thick arm around Giselle’s waist and fixed her in his embrace. Then he probed her inner walls even more violently.
“C*m comfortably, Giselle. And remember clearly whose fingers made you climax.”
“Ah, hah, no. Haahng. No, hiic, I don’t want to come. No… no, ahhng…!”
Giselle writhed, trying somehow to delay her climax, but all she managed to do was rub her hips against the front of his trousers. It only served to entertain Raven.
In the end, she had no choice but to keep bucking her waist into the air and reach her climax.
“Haah, hng, ngh…”
When the fingers buried inside her pulled out, the pooled liquid fell to the floor with a pattering sound. It was an unbearably obscene sound.
At the same time, the strength drained from Giselle’s body as well. Giselle naturally leaned her back against his chest. As if she couldn’t support herself on her own two legs, she stood there only barely, breathing roughly.
Raven watched Giselle with satisfaction as she enjoyed the lingering afterglow of the climax his fingers had given her.
“……”
That was when it happened.
As if she had sensed something strange, Giselle’s eyes slid silently toward him.
Then Raven smiled calmly at her.
“What’s wrong, Giselle. Is there some problem with my c**k being hard for you?”
“……!”
Her expression distorted with shock in an instant.
As if the fact that he had uttered such a vulgar word, and the fact that he desired her, were both utterly horrifying.
Immediately after, she hurriedly lifted herself away from where she had been leaning against Raven.
“…I think you’ve taken your anger out on me enough. I think it would be best for you to leave now. I’ll escort you out of the manor.”
“Who said it was enough?”
But Raven forced Giselle’s body, which was trying to flee from him, back down in place.
Giselle even forgot to push him away and trembled faintly.
“The one who decides whether I’ve taken my anger out enough is me, not you, Giselle.”
After saying this firmly, Raven kissed her ear with wet little sounds, then slipped out his tongue and slowly licked up the rim of her ear.
“Nngh…!”
While Giselle was dazed by the rushing stimulation, he secretly loosened the front of his trousers and pulled out the stiffly hardened c**k that had horrified Giselle.
The tip of his glans, flushed red from the blood rushing to it, rubbed between Giselle’s legs.
Giselle noticed it belatedly and tried to stop him in fright. But it was already too late.
“Ah, hng, don’t, Your Highness. Ah, ah…!”
“Shouldn’t you be punished for meeting another man when you have a fiancé? If I thrust into you until just before you lose your breath, you’ll know very well whose body this is.”
Along with that chilling declaration, his glans finally pierced Giselle’s lower body without even a warning.
It was the beginning of a long bout of lovemaking.
* * *
Around the time the red evening glow came in through the large window.
Having finished all his business with his fiancée, Raven picked up the clothes he had carelessly tossed onto the floor and straightened his appearance.
His body, solidly built with muscle, disappeared piece by piece beneath his shadow-black clothes, and the enormous member, as large as a woman’s forearm, which had spent hours probing Giselle’s inner flesh and striking her cervix, also vanished beneath the front of his trousers.
In this way, he had perfectly returned to being Grand Duke Raven Barietsch, as ominous beyond measure as ever.
After checking his appearance in front of the full-length mirror, he slowly approached the bed where Giselle lay.
Discussion
0 CommentsReactions
No comments yet.