“Hee…ah, ah, ahhh…”
He was touching me. Julius’s tongue was on my exposed inner thigh. It traced the entrance to the pink path, which was stretched open by his hands, with its tip.
His rough tongue scraped against my soft membranes, and my spine arched as if a current had passed through me. I didn’t understand what was happening.
I just shook my head at the intense sensation that welled up every time his slick tongue moved.
“Stop, ah! Mm, wait, no, not there, ah…”
His long tongue, making a sucking sound, slipped inside and licked the shivering folds of flesh. His hot, wet surface pressed against mine, creating a melting friction.
Waves of sensation came one after another, and I felt like my body was coming apart.
“J-Julius, ah, I can’t, it’s too much…ah, mm, ahhh!”
My voice of rejection turned into a sweet cry. This shouldn’t be happening, yet every nerve in my body reacted as if it had gathered in my lower abdomen.
The tight, narrow tunnel of flesh deep inside, an organ I wasn’t normally aware of, contracted as if it was asking for something, and I held my breath.
“Mm-mm, ah…mm…eh…?”
His tongue, which had gone deeper than I expected, came out while scraping against the folds. It was so incredibly pleasant that I held back my voice, and his tongue, without leaving the entrance, slowly moved upward.
After he had thoroughly softened me inside with his fingers and tongue, a breath fell on the small, pinkish, quivering lips of my secret place, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
A different, sharper sensation, a feeling of greater pleasure, came over me. The desire to stop him and his lips touching me happened at the same time.
“Ahhh! No, ah, stop! Please, don’t!”
I couldn’t believe the scandalous sounds that echoed in my ears were mine. The small, protruding organ was enveloped by the soft membrane inside his mouth, and I writhed in immense pleasure.
His lips, which were usually clean and dry, were hot, and it felt like my membranes were melting.
“Ah, Julius…please, let me go, I’m begging you…”
I begged for mercy, ashamed of my moaning. The endless waves of pleasure were about to swallow my whole body, and I was going crazy, caught between terror and craving.
Please. Let me go. Please, please. I begged him with every word I could think of, but Julius acted as if he couldn’t hear me, his tongue sliding over the tip of the protrusion.
He gently squeezed the base, and then suddenly sucked the entire swollen part.
“Hee…ah, ah, mm! Oh, something’s coming…ah, ahhhhh!”
In an instant, my vision went white, and I arched my back without knowing why.
My body, which had been heightened to its limit, suddenly went slack, and a heavy pleasure, like heated honey, dominated my entire being.
Lost in an unknown sensation that felt like I was sinking, my chest heaving blankly, a faint shadow crossed my blurred vision.
His beautiful eyes, filled with a cruel heat, looked down at me. He gently lowered his silver eyelashes, and with a wet finger, he traced my lips.
“…Don’t drool. It’s unseemly.”
“Ugh…I’m so…sorry…”
“Looking at you now, do you think anyone would believe you’re pure?”
His scornful gaze made my heart shrink. I exhaled irregularly, and my lips, which were trying to apologize again, were silenced by a hand pressing against the back of my knee.
My legs were pulled wide open, and a hot, hard mass was pressed against my exposed insides. When I vaguely understood what that meant, I thought my heart and my breathing would stop.
“Julius, what are you…?”
“Since you lost the wager, there’s no other way to confirm.”
He whispered in my ear, “I’m assuming you’ve had the anti-conception spell cast,” and my blood felt like it was freezing. It was unthinkable.
For unmarried people. We weren’t even officially engaged yet, and we hadn’t finished our magical studies.
Noble daughters were all given spells to prevent fornication and conception.
I had already undone the anti-fornication spell when he commanded me to let him in with his fingers. That alone filled me with guilt, but for this to actually happen…
“Please, stop, stop it! I’m sorry if I offended you, I’m sorry…”
“Are you saying you’d accept other men, but not me?”
“No, that’s really not it! I’m, I’m only yours…”
As I babbled in a daze, trying to avoid the terrifying premonition looming before me, Julius showed a smile I’d never seen before, one that was almost ecstatic.
He lowered his lips to my half-stiffened knee and said with satisfaction, “Yes, you are mine alone”
—and at the same time, the already-hot tip of his member was buried inside me without a word of protest.
“Ahhh, ah…no, it hurts, mmgh!”
It was inside. It was inside me. He forced his way into my wet, narrow hole, and a pillar of flesh pierced me, scraping against every fold of my flesh.
A subtle pain, as if something was tearing, shot through me, and his large hand cupped my pale cheek.
“You’re certainly pure. At least, you were until now.”
“Take it out, please…ah, ah, no…”
My eyes filled with tears from the overwhelming shock. And yet, my insides wrapped around Julius as if they were happy to be violated, desperately clenching around the large mass.
My shameful reaction, like a child stuffing its mouth with food, was undoubtedly conveyed to Julius.
“If you want to refuse, you should react more appropriately. You’re so wet inside, and if I pull back even a little, you cling to me.”
“Mmm, ah, ah…mmm, ah…ah!”
Every time Julius moved inside, his hard part scraped against my soft walls. That alone made my core tingle, but when he rubbed the shallow spot he had played with earlier, it was unbearable. Pleasure oozed out like a ripe fruit, and my insides melted.
“Ah, ah…mm, ah! Not there…”
It was as if my entire body had been transformed into an organ meant to receive Julius. When he went deep, I tightened, and when he pulled back, I clung to him.
The narrow path, painfully stretched, dripped with nectar, reducing the pain of friction and pouring only pleasure into my brain.
“Hee, mm, ah, Julius…ah…mm, ahhh!”
The mass that had been swirling shallowly suddenly sank in, and my tongue went slack in my mouth. It pushed through the constricted tube of my membranes, and the swollen tip pressed against the contracting part deep inside.
As he repeatedly nudged it, I felt it open, so I instinctively pulled back. His perfectly aligned teeth gently sank into my throat as I arched away from his deep thrust.
“Mm, mm-mm!”
His unspoken command not to escape made me stop resisting. I think I had already given in long ago.
Every part of me that Julius touched felt so good, and the opened membranes were clinging to his hard, engorged member as if they had been waiting for it.
Just a few hours ago, I couldn’t have imagined being touched by anyone, but when I thought about how my body was being remade from the inside out, it was terrifying.
Julius was only doing this because he suspected me of infidelity; there was no other reason for him to touch me.
“…Louise.”
Julius called my name in a slightly hoarse voice and thrust deep one more time.
The tip of his member met the soft, blooming ring of flesh, and he slowly, with growing force, buried the head of his member.
“Ah…no, it’s too…too deep!”
“Do you think I’m the kind of person who would misjudge my fiancée’s character? That I’m foolish enough to suspect a woman who is as timid and conservative as you of infidelity?”
“Eh…ah, mm, ahhh, hah!”
Before I could ask what he meant, he slowly pushed his hips forward. It felt like pleasure was being poured directly into me from the point of contact, and the magical organ quivered.
I squeezed around him with my flesh walls, and my core sucked on the tip, wanting more, wanting to be filled to a place I couldn’t reach.
“The day we first met, when I saw you emerge from behind a tree with a stiff face, I learned that a hungry beast existed within me. I wanted to tear out your throat and make you completely mine.”
“Julius…?!”
I couldn’t process his whispered words, and my eyes widened. I couldn’t recall a single time he had ever talked about me, not even when I was a child.
A wet, red tongue peeked out from his lips, which usually spoke only the bare minimum. It was the same long tongue that had plunged me into unknown pleasure.
My heart seemed to beat even louder. Something more instinctive, different from the fear and shame that had filled my chest, pulsed like an alarm.
He gripped my spasming hips, and my toes, suspended in the air, then twitched.
“Chastity is a ridiculous notion, but we both have our positions. I intended to keep a distance until we were married, but—you’re to blame for showing a weakness to be devoured with your foolish little game.”
His handsome face, as I looked up at him in the darkness, seemed bloodless, yet so ferociously beautiful.
The faint moonlight gave his deep indigo eyes a diffused glow, and the moment I held my breath, he thrust deep inside me.
“Ah—ah, no, uhh!”
He tore through my narrow, hot inner walls and the melted ring of flesh deep inside, with his terrifyingly engorged member.
With every repeated thrust and slam, pleasure burst like bubbles, and my whole body trembled.
“Mmm! …Ah, no, stop, this…ah, I’m going crazy! Ahhh!”
The tip of his member, scraping against my clinging membranes, pulled out with a jolt and then plunged with a thud, hitting the deepest part of my core.
He held my trembling thighs down, and I was conquered to a depth from which there was no escape.
Waves of hot pleasure rushed over me like a torrent, and I reached out a hand for him, only to find his neck, which was much warmer than I’d imagined.
“Hah…ahh, ah! No, ah, uhh!”
“You have a good expression. Aren’t you ashamed? For a noble daughter of even a minor house to be violated and to give in is a disgrace to your family.”
“D-don’t say…that…mm, ah!”
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