Chapter 13
Drip.
Pink-tinted s***n dropped onto the white sheets. Yulia’s hymen had torn from her first experience, and her blood had mixed with his s***n.
Knowing what it meant, Raymond felt both apologetic and proud. At the same time, he was quietly concerned.
“Master… does it hurt?”
He gently stroked Yulia’s thigh, which was still convulsing. Yulia weakly shook her head.
Raymond brushed away the strands of hair stuck to her sweat-drenched face and looked closely at her.
Her eyelashes and the skin around her eyes were moist, as if she had cried. Her cheeks and lips were flushed red and glistening with color. Shallow breaths passed through her slightly parted lips.
From her neck and chest, which rose and fell with each breath, came the sound of a strong heartbeat. Watching his master twitch from the lingering pleasure, strength once again gathered in Raymond’s lower body.
‘I was too hasty just now. This time, I need to take my time and find every place she feels.’
Raymond picked up the glass bottle and ceramic jar placed on the bedside table.
The butler had clearly said:
“The ceramic jar contains salve that’s harmless to the body and good for wounds. The glass bottle contains holy water for stamina recovery.”
Opening the glass bottle, Raymond lifted Yulia in his arms and poured the holy water into her mouth. The holy water and salve, prepared in generous amounts, were all meant for Yulia.
As the cool liquid entered her mouth, Yulia felt her senses returning.
‘So real s*x makes you lose your mind like this. That really was something…’
Held in Raymond’s arms, lost in the afterglow, Yulia flinched.
“Hngh… R-Ray.”
From the inside of her thigh, which had collided many times with Raymond’s firm flesh, to her entrance and inner folds where Raymond’s member had just rubbed so intensely—something slick was being applied.
Raymond’s thick, long fingers gently scraped out the s***n inside her, taking care not to scratch with his nails. As he thoroughly rubbed the salve deep inside her, Yulia’s breathing grew increasingly ragged.
Raymond thought it was a bit of a shame, scooping out his own s***n with his hand, and lowered his lips to the crown of Yulia’s head.
He moved down—kissing her forehead, eyelids, nose, lips, chin—then bit her ear and dug into the inner part with his tongue. Yulia let out a strange sound, “Haaahh,” and pushed against Raymond’s chest.
It was unclear whether she was pushing him or just playing with his chest. The motion was ambiguous, so Raymond’s plan to cover her entire body in kisses continued unchanged.
Yulia’s body, which had been completely limp as if all strength had left her, began to regain vitality. Wherever Raymond’s fingers touched, warmth bloomed.
Her neck, shoulders, collarbone, b*****s, and the dip of her navel where his wet, hot tongue glided—everywhere felt like it was burning.
“Haah… Ray…”
Yulia reached out and ran her fingers through Raymond’s hair. His hair, shorter than that of most nobles, was softer than she expected.
To Yulia, the current situation felt like a dream. No matter how much she thought about it, it was too good to be true. The Grand Duke of the North was that ‘Ray’?
Raymond’s lips and tongue passed over her navel and slowly moved lower. Between the neatly trimmed pubic hair arranged by the maids of the Grand Duchy, Raymond’s hot breath landed.
“Hnngh…”
Yulia’s fingers, still tangled in Raymond’s hair, clenched.
Slurp. Raymond’s moist and firm tongue parted the hair and probed between it.
“Nnngh!”
When Yulia reflexively squeezed her thighs, Raymond gently spread them apart.
Even as he did, his sly tongue continued to explore her deep forest eagerly. Coated with the oily sheen of the salve and his saliva, Yulia’s v***a glistened.
Lifting his face for a moment, Raymond gazed at her twitching entrance with burning eyes.
It was the very place his member had just thrust into. A place he had also entered in his past life.
He took a breath and inhaled the scent of her flesh. The scent of her skin, mixed with the floral scent of the salve, was like a narcotic that made him lose his mind.
Raymond’s face lowered again.
“Haaaah!”
Yulia arched her back and screamed.
Slurp. Using his entire tongue, Raymond licked her outer lips from bottom to top. At the tip of his tongue, he felt her slightly swollen c******s.
He pointed his tongue and tapped it—flick, flick.
“Hhnggh!”
Yulia twisted her waist and grabbed the bedsheet.
Stars flashed before her eyes.
A different kind of pleasure than from earlier s*x swept over Yulia.
If earlier had been the appetizer, now it felt like the main course had truly begun—and as Raymond moved, her entire body melted.
Discussion
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Unkonensoul
That was never a zhing at those times, since it would be way to risky to cut the person with a scirtos back then!
It only came with the 20th century
Unkonensoul
You know that's completely bs? Its made uo by mans in the medieval times, to bind woman to them, so if the woman was r*ped she was worth nothing and had to be merried to her r*pist... amd also so "virgins" could be sold good (also as noble to noble).
The only fact is: if a woman bleeds, she is not well prepared and mostly stessed or better said "tense" so that she got cut skin on the entrance!
You can look this up in truthfully documentations abd researches of real doctures who respect womans or are mostly womans themselves, why? Because only womans will know their body at best.