I Didn’t Know I Had Two Husbands - Chapter 37

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“Haah, w-wait a moment…”

Despite her plea, Lucian couldn’t stop. He had held back since the carriage ride, no, he had been restraining himself since yesterday, and his manhood felt close to bursting. With blood rushing down so intensely that his lower abdomen tightened, he pushed the head deep into her defenseless, open entrance.

“Haaah!”

Even though only the tip had entered, it was unbearably hot. He continued going into her, putting his weight into it. As he leaned his upper body forward, her legs folded tightly. Elaria had never known her body could bend like this.

The moment her knees touched her shoulders, he tightened his hips and drove himself all the way to the hilt.

“Mmnh…”

She couldn’t even release a proper breath. His already thick length seemed to have gone deeper than usual. It pressed against her cervix as it moved in slow, circular motions.

“Haa…”

After only a few deep thrusts inside, she reached her climax almost immediately. She couldn’t even cry out, her strength giving way under the pleasure that surged all at once. The next instant, something burst from below with a rushing sound.

Lucian felt the hot stream spilling over his lower abdomen and let his gaze drift downward. His red eyes rolled slowly as they lowered.

Watching the same sight he had seen in the dark bedroom last night, he parted his lips slightly.

“Wow…”

An exclamation slipped out. The clear liquid continued to spurt from the urethral opening he had stimulated so carefully earlier.

Knowing that such fluid appeared when a woman experienced a powerful o****m, Lucian bared his teeth in a slow smile. The frustration that had been weighing on him seemed to ease.

He had felt a little resentful that Noctis had taken her first time, but that had never really been the important part.

“Ah, Elaria.”

His voice flowed out, thick with sweetness. His eyes curved as he lifted his hips into the air. The thick, pale shaft, veins bulging prominently, slid out as if being pulled free. Leaving only the head resting at her entrance, he looked down at her quietly.

His solid forearms, veins raised, braced on either side of her face. Stretching his legs straight behind him, he drove himself down hard enough to make a dull impact.

“Haaah!”

He liked the sight of her face, completely undone and disheveled. Each time the force of his thrusts made her eyelids lift, more of the whites showed, but he didn’t care. As long as she felt only him, nothing else mattered.

More. More. More. He wanted her to feel him as she climbed to another peak.

He wanted to leave his mark deep inside her. To release himself at her deepest place, or if not that, to reshape her to the form of his own body.

No. What he truly wanted was for her mind to hold only him.

And Noctis as well.

They could never be separated. That was why their one and only wife had to accept all of them.

“Haa, Elaria.”

Slap, slap. He pierced her relentlessly, a faint laugh slipping out. He remembered the impression she had shared after watching the opera.

He had seen that opera himself last year. The title alone had irritated him, and he had wondered whether it was meant to target the ducal house.

But the story had been different, and he hadn’t liked the heroine’s choice.

How could she choose only one?

Two could be one, and one could become two.

If the two-headed snake said to exist in a foreign land had two heads, did that make it two creatures?

Of course not.

They had no choice either.

They had only accepted the fate they were born with.

So she would have to accept her fate as well. The fate of becoming their wife.

He pressed his weight down harder, trapping her completely beneath him. The sight of her flushed, unable to move and only able to moan, was both pitiful and adorable. The sensation of her inner walls gripping and drawing him in forced a rough breath from his lungs.

“Huu…”

The column of flesh buried deep inside was sucked in as if the inner walls were biting down. Each time they contracted, the skin of his shaft shifted on its own. He forced the tight passage open again and thrust fiercely.

It wrapped around him.

Her moisture flowed steadily. Each time he moved his hips back and forth, a soft wet sound burst from below. Whenever he drove deeper, hot fluid washed over the head first.

“Hah, hn.”

Lucian exhaled a damp breath as he pounded into her without restraint. With his p***s, he thrust repeatedly into every softened, loosened part of her inner walls.