Chapter 12
“Hng, what…?”
He lifted one of her legs and looked down. Except for his thumb, he inserted all of his long fingers and focused on widening her as he rotated his wrist.
“Aah… it’s, it’s too much.”
At her breathless words, Lucian spoke quietly, as if stating a simple fact.
“If even this is difficult, what will you do, Elaria. You need to properly fulfill your duty as a wife.”
At a glance, his voice sounded cold. She bit her lip and looked up at him. Their eyes met immediately, and his gaze shone darkly. As sweat ran down his face just as it did hers, he held her gaze and withdrew his fingers.
Drip. The fingers that had been filling her completely were soaked with her moisture. Rubbing them together to check, Lucian pushed his body deeper between her legs.
One hand slick with moisture and the other dry lifted and pressed her thighs upward. Without taking his eyes off her fully opened legs, he moved his hips slightly.
The head of his manhood pressed against the entrance where his fingers had been, then slipped away. As he repeated the motion several times, Elaria’s attention was drawn downward as well. Tense with anticipation of when he would enter, she finally saw him properly for the first time.
“…Ah.”
Even though it was her first time seeing a man’s body, it felt overwhelming. It was far too thick and long, and the veins rising along the shaft looked somewhat frightening. Swallowing dryly, she unconsciously tried to pull her hips back.
But his firm grip held her in place, and the most she could do was tremble.
“What, are you surprised?”
He asked while still moving his hips slowly, using the head to part her entrance again and again. With a stunned expression, Elaria nodded repeatedly.
“I’m glad I’m the first man you’ve seen.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Who knows.”
Each time he spoke in a way that sounded almost possessive of her, she grew desperate to hear his true feelings. If he had simply seemed indifferent or uninterested, she might not have held him in her heart for so long.
Because she was someone who understood her place very well.
She knew exactly the difference between her standing and his. That was why she had never once spoken to him about their future. Even if they were to part the next day, she had tried to fill each day sincerely so that good memories would remain.
Lowering his hips further, he pressed firmly on the pale thigh he was holding.
“Hng…”
As if the head had found its place, it slowly entered, parting her entrance. Holding his breath, he moved very slowly, spreading her as he went.
“Hah… ah, hng…”
Watching something so large disappear inside her, Elaria took deep breaths. It was painfully tight, yet at the same time a strange sensation rose within her.
The thought that she had truly become his wife filled her mind more than the pain. As she watched him slowly enter her, something pressed deep inside, and a moan escaped.
“Hng!”
“Huu…”
After pausing briefly, he exhaled and pushed in again. He could not take his eyes off the sight of himself disappearing into her wide-open entrance. The deep violet hair, slick with moisture, also stirred his arousal.
It was proof that she was responding to him.
“Hah, it’s almost all the way in.”
“Hah, ah… all, all of it?”
“Not all. I’ll stop here for today.”
Lightly brushing the entrance with his fingertips, Lucian let out a deep breath as he felt her tight walls cling even more closely. He had entered carefully so she would not be hurt, but this was his first time as well, and the intense sensation striking his mind was becoming difficult to endure.
He looked down at Elaria, who lay beneath him, breathing slowly as she tried to adjust to him. Each time her small, flat abdomen rose and fell, her soft b*****s trembled. As they shifted, her pink n*****s drew his gaze.
That alone pushed the excitement he had been holding back past its limit. Lucian abruptly pulled his pillar out in one motion.
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