Duke of the Beast and the Vicarious Bride - Chapter 31

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The beast poured out his thick seed until her hand was coated with sticky, weed-like slime. Spurt after spurt, twitching finely until the last drop was spent, his member still pulsed and throbbed within her grasp, undiminished.

It was the first time in her life she had ever gripped a man’s c**k. It was even more unprecedented that she had stroked it until it reached its peak. Overwhelmed for a time by this unfamiliar encounter in the darkness, Fiona was seized by strange sensations, but soon collected herself.

‘Is it over now?’

Having only vague, unpleasant impressions of s*x, Fiona now felt she dimly understood the logic of the act. It was a primal, instinctive communion where man and woman sought pleasure in each other’s bodies. She did not yet know about her own pleasure, but had she not, with her own hand, brought her husband to completion? Feeling a small sense of achievement in this minor victory, she puffed up with unwarranted pride. Yes, it was not impossible. Once you grasped the knack, it could be finished quickly. She cheered inwardly.

Feeling far better than before, Fiona gave one last exploratory touch to the man’s g***n, now as slick and messy as if dipped in starch water. This should be lubricated enough, she thought. Tilting her head for a moment, she shifted her knees and repositioned herself atop him.

Hoping his recent release might have somewhat abated his arousal, Fiona hesitantly brought her hand between her own legs. His size still felt vividly present on her palm, now covered in sticky fluid. How wide would she have to stretch to accommodate him? Parting her sensitive flesh with her fingertips, she located her vaginal opening and gauged its size. Unlike before, the tiny aperture was now moist and wet.

Fiona was inwardly startled by this. The phenomenon of her body preparing to receive a man was not in itself surprising. But for her, who in twenty-three years had never felt even a flicker of romantic excitement towards anyone, let alone s****l arousal, her body’s response was deeply disconcerting. However, this was no time to marvel at her own physical changes. She did not know how much time had passed, but soon Jayden might descend to the entrance of this underground chamber.

“Hey, I think it’s really time to put it in now.”

Fiona murmured in an awkward, embarrassed voice. Then it occurred to her that addressing him as “hey” was inconvenient. Jayden’s insufferable remark about not having bothered to name a beast also came to mind. Even so, shouldn’t he have a name? She was momentarily perplexed.

But a more urgent task than naming awaited her. Groping about, Fiona finally located the vial of oil that had rolled somewhere on the floor. As she opened it and poured oil into one hand, a corner of her mind knew: regardless of the amount of oil, her husband’s monstrous member would be a challenge. Yet there was no more avoiding it. Praying that the oil now coating his g***n and her own nethers would aid insertion, Fiona repositioned his shaft.

Still hot and aroused, his p***s maintained its initial rigidity despite having just e********d. Rising on her knees, Fiona aimed the swollen glans at her entrance, and with no particular finesse, simply sank her weight down upon it.

“Ugh, uuuh…”

Several times the massive member, slipping and sliding past her entrance, parted and stimulated her layered flesh. A subtle heat began to warm her lower body, and unlike before when it had seemed utterly hopeless, the intimate area, now slick with lubricant, began to adhere stickily. The vaginal opening, which had stubbornly remained sealed like its owner, helplessly began to spread as the gliding cockhead slipped inside.

Not that it had become easy enough to swallow the whole thing in an instant. Lowering herself slowly, very slowly, Fiona barely endured the process of her depths being forced open. The thick glans, wedged like a peg, pressed against the narrow gap that had until now been tightly closed, stretching it in all directions. Following the tip, the thick shaft pushed in, shoving aside the soft, delicate vaginal walls and greedily occupying the narrow passage, even as the owner of that passage was dying by inches.

‘F**k, this is too… it hurts…!’