Chapter 132
The veined and ridged shaft pressed all the way in. From deep inside to the top of her head, a white light seemed to shimmer, blurring her vision in ecstasy. Tears welled naturally, and her waist felt like it was melting from within. The relentless pressure on her c******s sent tingles down to her toes.
“Ah, ah, ah…!”
“Madam.”
Percival gripped her trembling waist firmly. Despite the roughness of his thrusts, he needn’t have worried. His mate’s inner walls clung tightly to him, unwilling to let go. He held and reveled in the warmth around his shaft.
Percival breathed heavily as if hot syrup had been poured into his brain.
“You… squeeze so tightly I can barely move.”
“Huff, ugh, uh!”
“Not a single spot fails to drive me mad.”
Percival squeezed her firm, rounded b****t with one hand. Though his hands were large, soft skin peeked seductively between his fingers.
The moment he touched her n****e and saw it harden, the swelling inside her grew even bigger.
She responded to his touch with excitement. The pleasure making her writhe matched his satisfaction.
“Hold me tight, Madam.”
“Ahh, uhmm…!”
“From now on, I don’t think I can stop either.”
His voice mixed with the growls from when he was a monster.
Percival lost all restraint and let go of the reins. He knew well that Eugenie was barely catching her breath after swallowing his length. Still, he thrust roughly with abandon.
Though smaller, the ridges inside his shaft still stimulated every sensitive spot. Convulsing with excitement, he raked the walls inside relentlessly, smoothing every fold.
The wetness that was once only a light lubrication now made squelching sounds with each pelvic thrust.
“Too… deep…!”
Fearing she might be pierced through, Eugenie reflexively placed her hand on Percival’s shoulder. But he ignored her silent plea, gripping her waist and driving deep with full force.
“Ah…!”
Her amber eyes grew twice as wide with shock and pleasure. The flavor she tasted from him was not sweet like dessert but heavy and intoxicating.
Like chugging a strong drink all at once, a tingling sensation ran from her neck to the crown of her head. Her limbs went limp as if drunk, and she couldn’t resist struggling anymore.
One, two… many times thrusting up and down, her g***n was soaked in a strange fluid.
Percival traced her swollen c******s through the parted labia with his fingertip. The ridges stroked the moist inner walls up and down relentlessly.
“Perci, ah, ah!”
Eugenie screamed like prey caught by a beast. The movements inside grew fiercer but were no longer overwhelming. Instead, she twisted her hips lewdly, craving an even greater climax.
“Ah, uh… uh, mm! Ugh!”
“Madam, haah.”
“Ah, uh, just a little more, mm!”
Percival bit deeply into Eugenie’s neck. Without fangs, no blood was drawn, but her thin waist bent from the impact.
“Ah…!”
Eugenie shuddered with o****m, letting out a loud cry. The sudden intense pleasure engulfed her vision in black.
‘No.’
It wasn’t just the ecstasy causing her vision to darken.
This time, she was sinking into Percival’s secret.
* * *
When Eugenie opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the desolate garden of the Duke’s castle.
‘Peeking into other people’s memories twice in one day.’
And this time, through Percival’s eyes.
The sky was gloomy, and around him were only people dressed head to toe in black funeral clothes.
He stood by the family cemetery Eugenie had briefly been interested in.
‘No wonder I kept looking over there.’
After their first night, she thought the ‘condition unlock’ ended once he explained the Troys family background.
‘Turns out that wasn’t really the deal with Mother.’
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