Duke of the Beast and the Vicarious Bride - Chapter 98

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“It’s not that you shouldn’t…”

When she hesitated instead of refusing outright, Caligo seized the opening.

“I want to. I want to touch Fiona’s body.”

His voice was insistent as a child begging for candy. Though she had always thought herself quite resolute, Fiona’s heart seemed determined to soften endlessly toward Caligo.

Eventually, Fiona squeezed her eyes shut and brought Caligo’s hand to her. Each of his fingers was as thick as two of hers combined.

She guided his hand to the secret place between her legs while simultaneously showing him her most sensitive spot. Though it was she being touched, it was Caligo who jerked as if struck by lightning.

“Ah, ugh…!”

At the hot touch that actively sought out gaps and rubbed against her, Fiona’s body ignited. At some point, the discomfort and embarrassment had receded far away, leaving only arousal. Her body burned so hot she wanted him to do something, anything. Arousal sloshed dangerously beyond its limits, and climax came swiftly.

“Aaaugh, heugh!”

Behind her closed eyes turned white, and her body trembled sporadically. As she shook her hips, chasing pleasure, Fiona felt the hard abdominal muscles she was touching also twitch and contract.

“Kuh.”

The fingertips gripping Fiona’s waist curled inward, trapping her. She heard the sound of teeth grinding. Puzzled, she groped toward his g***n and felt a mucous fluid.

“Caligo…?”

Had he e********d without even inserting? Yet his p***s remained as hard and e***t as stone, not as if he had released.

“Fiona, ugh…”

When she looked forward, his beautifully featured face, flushed crimson, was contorted as if on the verge of tears.

“Please…”

At his desperate voice, groaning as if begging for something, Fiona’s mind—still lingering in the afterglow of climax—heated once more.

“Alright, I’ll do it soon…”

After one peak, she was already sufficiently wet below. The psychological comfort of having grown closer to her husband, the heat and excitement their bodies generated—everything overheated Fiona’s body.

Since she had begun lying with him, this was the first time the thought of wanting it had so dominated her mind. She wanted that thing she had already taken in so many times to ravage her below. It was as if her thinking had shifted from her head to her lower half.

Having decided on penetration, Fiona grasped his member, which had swelled to its limit and erupted on its own. Unlike its pretty color, blood vessels twined like ivy, and the middle bulged like a pot—a voluptuous thing.

Though today was the first time she had seen it with her eyes, it was absurd that she remembered those veins and that shape from below.

“Haah, Fiona…”

Caligo called her name endlessly. Taking his voice, gone soft and pliant, as encouragement, Fiona tried to guide the tip of his fully aroused member to her entrance.

Caligo’s hands, which had been gripping her waist, suddenly lifted to assist her, seating her atop his g***n. The first moment was always overwhelming, so she slowly swallowed the tip, red and ripe as a fig. The sensation of her lower body gradually opening to his size was indescribably intimate and strange.

At last, her mucous membrane, stretched to its limit, accepted all of him. Beyond the overwhelming pressure came certain pleasure.

“Ah, un…”

As the wedge drove in, her entire body relaxed, as if accepting him, and strength released from her belly. Simultaneously with becoming helpless, an impulse rose to be probed further. Following instinct’s urging, she moved her hips, and a sensation that melted her mind white followed.

Gripping Caligo’s tightly tensed abdominal muscles, she worked her hips as if riding a horse. She was half out of her mind.

“Hah, un, ah-eung!”

Because of Fiona, who rode him while spilling sweet moans, Caligo gritted his teeth once more. After the moment of union that felt like touching heaven, before he had even thrust a few times, a terrible sensation of e*********n welled up.

Watching the stimulating sight of Fiona reaching climax by her own hand moments ago, he had unconsciously reached a dry o****m.

The peak pleasure that came without any contact had stolen what little reason he possessed. But penetration was another matter. The inside of her womanhood, slick and loose, seemed to slowly melt him from below.