Lewd Courtship - Chapter 41

Yet Killian only gave a shallow thrust with a single word. A wet, schlck— sound repeated as the hole swallowed and spat out his finger. As it continued, a teardrop pooled at the corner of Rachel’s eye. The unfulfilled stimulation brought involuntary tears, her mind burning as if she might die.

“Hah… Ah! Your Majesty, ahh…! I-I’ll die like this.”
“You won’t.”
“No, I—I’ll die… Ah, ah!”
“Then die.”

As if truly intent on killing her, Killian roughly shoved in three fingers. The hole, previously teased with shallow strokes, was abruptly stretched wide. The fingers inside moved independently, scraping against her inner walls—pressing upward in unison before scattering again.

Rachel felt as if three snakes had coiled inside her belly. The fingers spread relentlessly, forcing her entrance to stretch violently. Her lower abdomen clenched, her entrance convulsing as if resisting the expansion. Her vision blurred, ragged moans spilling from her parted lips.

“Hahk, ah! Ahh…! Ah—Hahh, ah…!”

Rachel thought she sounded like an animal. She hadn’t wanted to moan like this, but the waves of stimulation kept wrenching cries from her. When Killian twisted his wrist, rotating his fingers, she nearly shrieked.

He dragged his fingertips along every inch of her inner walls, as though determined to leave his fingerprints behind. Each knuckle bent and pressed, making her muscles clench and release in rhythm.

Just as she tensed completely, Killian crushed her swollen c**t with his thumb. The tiny bud throbbed under his relentless grind.

His fingers withdrew, then plunged back in. Again and again, they pulled out only to thrust deeper, rocking her inner walls with a wet, rhythmic sound.

“Ah! N-no… Ah! T-too much! Ah, haah…!”

Rachel trembled violently, her toes curling. A clear slickness dripped between her clenched thighs as her cries—once feral—dissolved into ragged breaths.

“Ahh… Ha, ugh… Ah, ah!”

But as he resumed his movements, those breaths shattered back into moans. Rachel sobbed around his fingers, spilling over the edge again and again until her exhausted walls fluttered weakly, trying to release. Killian clicked his tongue at their slackening grip.

“Tch. Not yet.”

He peeled back her clitoral hood, kneading the exposed flesh before scraping it with his nail. A jolt of pain arched her spine. Her hands clenched the bars as she gasped.

“Hah…! Ah, ah—!”

It was a violent peak—pleasure and pain twisted together. Yet even as her vision flickered, her inner muscles clenched tight around his fingers. The thrusts began anew, and she was relentlessly f****d into oversensitivity.

Her legs shook, threatening to buckle under the relentless waves. Killian watched, intrigued. How much longer could she last? A sadistic curiosity rose in him, dark and hungry.

“Rachel.”

Killian withdrew his fingers as he called her name. She startled, twisting to look back at him.

Why is he saying my name…?

Yesterday in the woods, he’d uttered her name like this—promising a reward. But the “reward” had been a lie, just a trick to make her believe others were coming.

Though it had wrung the most intense pleasure from her, the memory left a thread of unease. Yet now, her pulse quickened as she waited for his next words.

After a weighted pause, their eyes met. Rachel gazed up at him through hazy, spent eyes—only for Killian to begin unfastening his belt, his voice deliberate.

“You should answer when called.”

“Ah… Y-yes, Your Majesty.”

“If you ever feel like you’re truly about to break,” he said, the calm of his voice belying the impatient tug of his fingers at the leather, “scream my name.”

“…Yes.”

His trousers slid down, catching on the taut muscles of his thighs. His fully e***t c**k sprang free, glistening at the tip. Rachel’s gaze flicked to it, then away, her throat raw from moans. A hopeful breath escaped her.

This time, she prayed the way he said her name held a real reward.

“Hah… Ahh….”

The burning tip of his c**k pressed against her entrance. Even before he entered, Rachel’s breath hitched on its own. Killian traced her vulnerable slit, listening to her ragged exhales, then applied pressure to the now-familiar spot. Slowly, the clenched opening yielded, swallowing him—first the crown, then the shaft, until even the base was sheathed inside.

“Ngh…!”

Yet despite the rough thrust, her walls clenched around him perfectly. Killian gripped her hips, holding back the urge to rut into her immediately. The cleft of her a*s stretched to its limit, distorting the stretched entrance around his girth. For a fleeting moment, the parted mucous membrane revealed a glimpse of raw, flushed flesh before disappearing.

Killian stared, transfixed, then moved his right hand to where they joined. He dragged his fingertips along the stretched rim, savoring the slick, yielding heat. Just as the glistening membrane began to dry, he pushed his index finger in alongside his c**k.

The pliant entrance tensed. The already-strained walls quivered violently as Rachel gasped, arching weakly. Killian pinned her hips down and added a second finger. The overstuffed hole clenched desperately, but he forced them deeper—until her body went limp, trembling uncontrollably.