Duke of the Beast and the Vicarious Bride - Chapter 32

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Though only the glans and part of the shaft had barely entered, the sheer volume already pressing into her was alarming. Deep within her body, where she couldn’t even pinpoint the exact location, ached so intensely her teeth ground together, and her perineum, stretched to its limit, was taut as if about to tear.

It was overwhelming, painful, agonizing. An utterly f*****g awful sensation. But she couldn’t give up now. Gritting her teeth, Fiona endured the pain and swallowed his member almost to the base.

“Huuk, damn it!”

When the arduous insertion was finally complete, Fiona, her entire body drenched in sweat, let out an exclamation close to a curse. Throughout the ordeal, the man had lain still, only gasping roughly, offering his body to her. Perhaps he, too, was barely enduring the shock of penetration. For Fiona, his stillness was a hundred times preferable. The pressure, filling her belly to bursting, nearly made her retch. If he moved even slightly now, she felt certain something would give—whether her nethers would be shredded or her stomach would tear, disaster would surely follow.

“Don’t move! Huuk, not until I say it’s okay…”

Though he had been lying quietly all along, she snapped at him as a warning. At the moment, she felt the words “it’s okay” might never come. The signs of deflowering were already more than sufficient; perhaps she should be satisfied with having come this far and give up. A faint scent of blood touched her nose as she seriously considered it.

But once again, her characteristic stubbornness asserted itself. If she pulled out now, wouldn’t that mean leaving the job half-done? The end of intercourse might not necessarily be coitus, but having come this far, she felt she wouldn’t be satisfied without at least attempting some movement. For now, however, merely sitting still with his member inside her was torment, let alone moving. It was truly f*****g painful.

“Hoo…”

So she sat motionless, enduring an indescribable rawness, for a long while. As time passed, surprisingly, her body began slowly to acclimate to his size. The suffocating pressure remained, but the sensation of a hot iron probing her inner walls diminished somewhat. Experimentally, she gave a shallow lift of her hips; a dulled pain swirled through her nethers and passed. Remarkably, compared to the earlier agony, this now seemed bearable.

“I’m going to move now. If anything’s uncomfortable, tell me right away. Understood?”

The one most uncomfortable at the moment was herself, but she put on a brave front and spoke boldly. At the same time, Fiona once again moved her lower body, attempting an awkward ride. The rhythm, the intensity—she was doing her best.

Fortunately, even her clumsy movements soon aroused the beast. The troubling part was that, as time passed, a faint pleasure began to creep through her own body.

‘What is this…’

She didn’t want to admit it, but from where the beast’s member was lodged, a strange sensation was slowly blooming. Though her stretched, penetrated depths were still overwhelming and difficult, a distinct pleasure now mingled with the pain. Each time she lifted and lowered herself, the thick shaft and glans mercilessly pressed against her soft inner walls, probing deep inside. Primal wariness and fear kept her from taking him too deeply, but his sheer size made even this shallow penetration stimulation enough.

“Ugh, aahk…”

Her breath quickened, and at their joined parts, a moisture other than oil began to seep. But this hazy, vague excitement brought fear rather than joy. It felt good, yet she was afraid. Caught between these two confusing emotions, Fiona moved her hips faster and faster.

The artless motion of taking his c**k and grinding down was exhausting. Her thighs burned with pain, but driven by the single-minded goal of making him come, Fiona did not stop. The cool air of the chamber could not cool her sweat-soaked skin. She didn’t know how to handle the increasingly concentrated sensations. Tears she hadn’t noticed streamed down her cheeks.

“Haah, ah…!”

The one mercy was that the darkness hid her shameful appearance, taking pleasure even in this clumsy, abnormal situation. The fear of blindness had now become a relief. Yes, the man beneath her could not see her falling apart. And the helpless beast lay quietly between her legs, only releasing stifled breaths.