Duke of the Beast and the Vicarious Bride - Chapter 30

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Fiona had finally grasped that for the act she had repeatedly failed at to be possible, both his member and her own body needed to be wet. Come to think of it, didn’t one oil a hinge before driving in a pin? Comprehending the principle in this odd context, Fiona opened the bottle and poured a little of the viscous liquid into her palm. The oil, with its subtle rose scent, seemed quite high-quality.

She quickly smeared the oil, which began to run between her fingers, onto the man’s member. The slippery, viscous fluid warmed between her palm and his sensitive, thin skin, creating a peculiar sensation. To facilitate entry, it would be best to apply the oil thoroughly. Coating not only the thickest part of the shaft but also his g***n and scrotum, Fiona finally massaged the rounded glans with her thumb.

The beast, which had been quiet for a time, suddenly began to move his hips. His movements, so vigorous they seemed to disregard Fiona’s weight entirely, nearly sent her tumbling from atop him. But in the next moment, accompanied by a loud clanking of chains, he bent his knees, supporting Fiona’s body. At this unexpected action, her heart lurched.

‘Was he catching me, afraid I might fall?’

It was clear he had used his legs, since his hands were not free, to keep her from falling to the floor. A mixture of gratitude and fluster left her momentarily speechless.

“J-just wait a moment. It’s nothing strange, just relax. It’ll feel good soon…”

As she continued sliding her hand up and down his member without releasing it, a searing moan escaped the man’s throat. The low tone, so different from his earlier pained cries, raised faint goosebumps on Fiona’s neck. She wasn’t certain, but it didn’t seem like a bad state. If she had to interpret it, it seemed closer to pleasure…

‘Well, if this must be done, at least one of us should enjoy it.’

After all, she had heard that men always experienced ecstasy upon e*********n. That was why there were creatures who thought with their lower halves rather than their heads. So she assumed, for her own convenience, that he probably didn’t dislike this act either.

Slap, slap, slap—their skin, slick with viscous fluid, produced obscene sounds. The dark, cold stone chamber was now filled with subtle heat and a strange atmosphere. Fondling and stroking the man’s member at will, Fiona found to her astonishment that she was beginning to take some interest in this business herself.

“Grrk, ngh, haa…”

Whenever the large body beneath her twitched and exhaled hot, ragged breaths, a thrilling pleasure coursed up her spine. Though they had exchanged not a single word or glance, she was sharing a more intimate and secret communion with him than she had ever shared with anyone. An act she had expected to feel only revulsion for. The heated air between them had begun to warm her head as well. She had not yet noticed that between her own legs, moisture was beginning to gather.

“Just a little… a little more, and I think it’ll happen.”

“Hnngh, grrk, haa…!”

The wet sounds echoed ceaselessly through the chamber. Though she didn’t know exactly what would happen, the escalating reactions suggested the end was approaching. Thanks to the oil she had applied and his own fluid, the man’s g***n was now a slippery mess. Her hand was beginning to tire from constantly stroking that stake-like organ, but she stubbornly persisted. What she started, she would finish. Her arms, hardened by years at the butcher’s, still had strength left.

With a strange competitive spirit, she gripped the hot pillar of flesh a little tighter and rubbed it vigorously up and down. At one point, the shaft trapped in her hand pulsed ominously. At the same time, the man let out a pained yet sweet groan. Feeling the large, muscular body beneath her b******s twitch dynamically, suddenly a viscous fluid spurted from the tip. Startled, Fiona felt vividly, through her frozen grip, the still-hard flesh convulsing and e*********g.