The Sand Bride - Chapter 55

As soon as he felt Esther’s p***y was somewhat slick with desire from his rough fingering, Karzhen pulled down his pants and hastily pushed himself inside her.

He shoved his c**k in all the way, until his lower belly touched hers, and then, without a moment’s pause, he began to furiously thrust upwards. He felt Esther gasp and twist her hips. Karzhen gripped her waist with his broad hand and started moving like a madman.

“Ah…! H-huh…… ngh, ahh~ Ah, it h-hurts… Ah~~, it hurts… h-h-h…….!”

Esther, pinned beneath him, finally stopped biting her lip and holding back, and began to sob. Tears streamed down her face. Though he had fingered her a few times, her p***y wasn’t ready to take Karzhen. He was simply too big.

Each time his thick c**k, already almost too much for her to take, slid in and out, her entrance grew red and hot. Her labia, caught in the engorged shaft, stung each time they pulled free. Her body, still tense, kept stiffening and clenching around him.

Finally, as Esther sobbed and bit her lip, overwhelmed by pain rather than pleasure, Karzhen gritted his teeth, barely holding back the urge to thrust into her mercilessly. His vision blurred crimson with impatience, but he moved one hand from her waist, sliding it down to gently caress her c**t.

As he softly rubbed the protruding nub and ground it against his inserted c**k, Esther began to whimper, “Hnnng,” her hips twitching slightly.

Karzhen gazed at their joined bodies and began to move slowly. The dizziness was overwhelming, but he endured it. Unlike in the past, when he’d just rammed into her regardless of her pain, he no longer wanted to see Esther suffer.

“H-huh…! Ugh, mmh…… Ah!”

“Just hurry up and get wet.”

He heard his impatient murmur, but Esther, her eyes tightly shut, didn’t notice that Karzhen was looking at their joined parts. She slowly began to gasp for breath as pleasure steadily spread through her.

Her breathing grew ragged, and her legs, draped over Karzhen’s thighs, drew inward. Her toes twitched and curled. A wet, sloshing sound came from her slick p***y. Then, as Karzhen’s c**k jabbed deep into a certain spot, Esther arched her back and gasped.

“Haaahng……!”

At that lewd moan, Karzhen’s eyes rolled back. Blood rushed to his c**k, and his slow thrusts suddenly became frantic. The sound of flesh slapping together was frighteningly loud.

Roughly kneading Esther’s b******s, which jiggled with each thrust, Karzhen swallowed, his mouth dry. His throat was parched with arousal. He f****d her without mercy, yet he gasped raggedly, a look of exhilaration on his face.

“Ha, when did you ever think of doing something so clever, huh?”

“Ah…! Th-that’s not, not…! H-huh……!”

Karzhen slammed into her so violently that her lower body felt numb. Beneath him, Esther sobbed and moaned until her throat was hoarse. Karzhen’s gaze never left her face, distorted and vulnerable with pleasure.

Her wet eyes were cloudy, and her flushed cheeks were bright red. In the grip of intense pleasure, Esther was trying to lift her hips and clumsily match his rhythm. It was a purely instinctive movement.

Seeing that face, thick saliva pooled in Karzhen’s mouth. A profound satisfaction spread through his entire body. It was a sensation that transcended mere physical pleasure. It was like water given to a dying man in a scorching desert, or food offered to a starving beggar.

He loved the small hands that clung to his forearms, almost unbearably so. He loved her thighs, which subtly rubbed against him each time he jabbed into her sweet spot. And most of all, Esther’s face. He wanted to see that pleasure-ravaged face up close.

“Hnng, ha~ah, hnng…… Ahh, ah……! ♡”

Karzhen grabbed Esther’s waist and lifted her upper body, then slammed into her from above. As he moved his hips, he felt her dangling hands wrap around his shoulders, her fingers curling and scratching his back. But he didn’t care. Karzhen continued to pound into Esther.

They tumbled wildly. By the time it was over, even with him still inside her, a milky white fluid was dribbling from Esther’s p***y. Her small lips were swollen from how much he had bitten and sucked them.

Karzhen slowly sucked her lower lip, then, with a satisfied expression, pulled his hips away. As her round, still-gaping hole gasped, s***n dripped out with each open-mouthed breath. Esther, trembling briefly at the sensation of his c**k withdrawing, blinked blankly beneath Karzhen.

Her cheeks, as she caught her breath, were flushed a deep red.

Seeing Esther, soft and relaxed, Karzhen felt conflicting emotions of exhilaration and peace simultaneously. He peppered kisses on her cheeks, then rubbed his forehead against hers like a cat. His touch, filled with contentment, was tender.

Uncharacteristically, Karzhen wanted to enjoy the afterglow, but Esther was already too exhausted to match his energy. Her slowly blinking eyelids grew heavier, until they finally closed completely.

Looking down at the deeply sleeping Esther, Karzhen sighed with regret, then carefully laid her on the bed and adjusted his clothes.

As Karzhen left the room, he realized what it meant to feel like humming a tune. He had been somewhat displeased that the items he had given her were just tossed aside and never looked at, but today he saw that it wasn’t displeasure; she was simply scared by the sudden wealth.

‘Well, considering who gave them to her.’

Karzhen smiled confidently, thinking of Esther hesitantly wearing the things he had given her, pretending not to notice.

And as the evening sun set, he summoned the Head Royal Chamberlain and ordered him to bring more women’s clothing and precious jewels. The Chamberlain, whose family had served the palace for four generations, quickly asked if he should deliver them to the inner palace, discerning his intentions.

Karzhen seemed to ponder for a moment, then ordered him to bring them to him first instead of sending them to the inner palace, as he wished to inspect them himself. The Chamberlain bowed and agreed.

‘Will this be alright……?’

Though the atmosphere was harmonious, a young servant listening to their conversation behind them struggled to hide his awkwardness. He was the son of a minor noble family loyal to Hakan, and he felt utterly helpless about how to convey the orders Hakan had given him.

The young servant bowed his head to the floor, his eyes darting around.

He was originally assigned to the outer palace where Esther’s father resided, and, befitting his humble background, he was a man who would never have had the chance to serve Sayar or even the King closely. However, his easygoing and friendly personality allowed him to readily approach Esther’s father, whom everyone else found burdensome.

Of course, this affability also concealed an ulterior motive: if Esther were to be formally recognized as Sayar’s woman in the future, he hoped to benefit from it. Nevertheless, Esther’s father often conversed with this friendly young man, unlike the other formal chamberlains.

That’s how the young man knew Esther’s name was Esther. He wasn’t foolish enough to carelessly utter the name of a woman in Sayar’s inner palace outside, so he kept it to himself.

However, no matter how friendly he was, a sudden summons from the King instilled fear rather than joy. Moreover, it wasn’t Sayar who called him, but Hakan. The young servant responded to the summons with unease, and Hakan asked him various questions.

He particularly inquired about Esther’s father, and while the young servant dutifully answered, he felt something was off. If it had been Sayar, he would have answered joyfully without a single doubt, but why would Hakan be interested in the father of a woman in Sayar’s inner palace?

“So, that woman’s name is Esther…….”