*
Even though it was supposed to be a contract marriage, the wedding was extremely lavish.
Since it was just a cover, they should have kept it quiet… No, they didn’t need to have a wedding at all, but in the end it turned into a ceremony attended by the king and other high-ranking nobles as guests. Perhaps because Mark is a marquis, they needed to maintain some appearance. However, a wedding of this scale was so extravagant that I wondered what was going on.
Perhaps it was fortunate that Princess Anrius had not attended the ceremony, and that a carnage had not occurred. Otherwise, this pure white dress might have been stained with blood, and a major incident might have occurred on this special day. Iorite breathed a sigh of relief.
When I moved into the Marquis’ villa, I thought I would be living in a doghouse in the corner of the garden, not in the main house, but I was shown to a proper hostess’ room. The room was filled with gorgeous antique furniture, and even the carpet looked more expensive than Riverside’s annual tax revenue… No, it was definitely more expensive.
The whole process from engagement to marriage had been carried out at an abnormally fast pace, and the two families had only met once, so I was prepared for them to say something like, “We’ll never accept you as our bride!”, but Mark’s parents were more than welcoming, and the maids also welcomed me warmly.
She had expected the food to be rotten and past its expiration date, but instead, a sumptuous meal of fresh meat and fish was laid out. The bread was freshly baked and fluffy, and there was no limit to how many she could eat, so Iorite gobbled down three pieces. It was the first time she had ever eaten such soft bread. There was even dessert, and she thought that the Marquis’s family was truly worthy of giving such a sumptuous meal to their temporary bride. With this, she could go for anything, whether it was a temporary marriage or a cover.
*
After the wedding, it was time for the wedding night, but since I was a temporary bride and a cover for our contract marriage, Mark told me, “I will never love you!” and I thought it would be a “white marriage.” A white marriage means that there is no sexual intercourse.
After all, Mark has given his body and soul to his lover, Princess Anrius, so he would never embrace another woman. If he did, it would be a betrayal.
So he won’t come, Iorite thought, good night, and was about to go to sleep when Mark came into the bedroom and Iorite jumped up, exclaiming, “Eh!?”
And Iorite was embraced by Mark and spent the entire wedding night with him.
Before I could ask, “Wasn’t this a white marriage, sir?”
*
Mark pushed Iorite down and kissed her like he was biting her. He devoured her so much that she couldn’t even breathe, then he stripped her of her negligee, which she didn’t know the purpose of, and after some caressing, Mark was hastilyInsertIt has come.
Mark’s thing, which was large in comparison to my own size, was fully erect, hard and thick, and every time I pushed in and out it cracked and hurt.
“Ouch…!”
“Oh, that must hurt, I’m sorry… Iorite, breathe slowly… right, relax…”
“Huh?! Ah!”
As she tensed her body to endure the pain, Mark stroked her clitoris with the pad of his thumb, squeezing it in small circles. When she cried out at the sudden stimulation, he whispered in her ear, “If you scream that loud, people outside might hear your lewd voice,” and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, exclaiming, “Higgh!?”
Taking advantage of that opportunity, Mark plunged in, and our pubic bones bumped together.
“Ahh… it’s all in…”
“Uhh…”
Holding my mouth, I raised my head a little and saw that Mark’s penis was definitely all inside me. The obscene sight of their joining together made my vagina clench tightly.
“…Iorite!”
“Ekkya, hmmm.”
He grabbed my wrists and pinned me down to the bed, then he started kissing me hard again and shaking his hips.
I wanted to scream out at the unrestrained thrusts of his hips, but he was kissing me and blocking my way, so my scream went into Mark’s mouth.
Then, while still kissing, he thrust deeply into her, and she felt a strange sensation deep in her vagina. She frantically tried to stop Mark, but due to the difference in their physiques, Iorite’s attempts to stop him were shook off.
“Ah, ah, wait, wait! Something’s strange, something’s strange! Ah, sir!”
“Hmm? What’s strange? Please tell me.”
“Deep inside… Oh… No, wait!”
Every time he hits deep inside me at a steady pace, I feel like I need to pee. But I was too embarrassed to even say “pee” out loud.
So as he thrust deeply into her and pinched her clitoris, a great stimulation ran through her, causing Iorite’s hips to twitch violently.
“Oh, it’s tightening… Ah, is this an external orgasm caused by the clit…? Hmm, that’s difficult…”
“Huh? Ah, wait… ah, ahhh.”
Even though he was in the middle of climax, Mark didn’t stop, instead swaying his hips. He gave her another passionate kiss, and Iorite clung to him, desperately trying to endure the pleasure.
Then Mark stopped moving, pressed his penis deep inside me, and spurted out semen, and my body finally relaxed.
It was a contract marriage, but perhaps he needed to show that they had already had their wedding night. So, just this once, Marc had no choice but to embrace his temporary wife, even though he didn’t want to… or so he thought, but three seconds after Marc had finished his first ejaculation, the second round began.
Iorite didn’t expect it to happen twice, so she exclaimed, “Huh?” and tried to get up, but Mark’s penis slid in and out of her, causing her to fall back onto the bed.
Even though he’d just ejaculated, Mark’s penis had grown large and hard again, and thanks to Iorite’s love juice and the slime of his own semen, he was able to thrust into the deepest part more smoothly than the first time.
The tip of Mark’s sword hit the wall that Iorite felt, and stars scattered behind Iorite’s eyelids.
“Ahhh… Iorite… I’m cumming… it feels amazing…”
“Ahhh….Ah…!”
After enjoying the tightness for a while, Mark began to move his hips. This time he moved without restraint, grabbing Iorite’s waist and thrusting ferociously into her.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Hii…!?”
Squish… Splat, splat
“Ah, no, wait, wait…! Ah, ahh, ahh! Ahh!”
“Is this it?”
“Hig… no, not there…”
“Here it is, look, tap tap.”
“No! Don’t tap it…!”
“No tonton? Then what about here?”
“Ahhh…! That won’t work either…!”
Mark shook his hips and ejaculated his white fluid into the deepest part of Iorite for the second time.
*
When I woke up, it was noon the next day.
Before she knew it, her sheets and nightgown had been changed, and although Mark had already left to serve, the maid came and brought her food to her room. However, Iorite’s back was hurting so much that she couldn’t get up, so she had to rely on the smiling maid for help.
That day, I became friends with my bed until Mark came home.
However, that night, Iorite was embraced by Mark again, this time from behind.
This time too, he caressed me quite a bit, and when he placed the tip of his penis against my vaginal opening, he thrust it in with great force.
The pressure was different from yesterday and I cried out “Ugh.”
Mark grabbed Iorite’s waist and attacked her from behind. Iorite could only endure the impact from behind, but she soon succumbed, her arms relaxed and her buttocks were raised as Mark penetrated her.
Mark enjoyed watching his penis go in and out of Iorite’s peachy ass, then he pressed his stomach against Iorite’s back and put his arms around her front to pinch her nipples.
Every time I knead her nipples, her insides tighten and tighten.
He grabbed Iorite’s breasts, which were spilling out of his palms, and started to move his hips up and down.
“Ahh… This position is a bit…”
“yeah?”
“Ahh! Wait, wait…! Ah…!”
I lowered my hand and followed her belly button to pinch her clitoris. It was so slick that it was almost difficult to even get a grip of it.
Her insides tightened again and she began to convulse.
Mark went from kneeling to sitting upright, had Iorite sit on top of him and penetrated her from below.
Once he was satisfied with that position, he raised his hips and attacked Iorite from behind while crouching.
I grabbed Iorite’s wrists and pulled them behind her back. It was an unstable position, but only the parts where we were connected and Mark’s hands on my stomach were enough to support me. This made me put pressure on my vagina not to let go, so I could vividly feel Mark’s presence and could feel him thrusting in and out.
Thud! Thud! With each heavy thrust, a wave of pleasure shoots through my brain.
Unable to bear it any longer, my upper body sank onto the bed, and then my ass was lifted up again and he did whatever he wanted with me in the doggy style position.
On the third night of their marriage, Marc lay face up on the bed and ordered her, swinging his erect penis back and forth, “Put it in yourself today.”
Mark’s dark red penis was leaking pre-cum. Just the sight of it made Iorite’s uterus ache.
Mark’s fingers had already loosened Iorite’s insides, and timidly Iorite raised her hips, grabbed Mark’s thing, and pointed it at her vaginal opening, intending to insert it inside her.
The rounded tip went in immediately, but the rest wouldn’t go in. I moved my hips up and down in frustration, and slowly the shaft was swallowed up as well.
I was already full to the brim around the middle of the shaft, so I just moved up and down there. As I was grinding my penis against the spot that felt good to me, Marc grabbed my hips and suddenly, with a thud, I lowered my hips.
“Hii…!!”
Snap! Everything went white before my eyes.
“Oh, Iorite, you came…”
Mark’s voice is no longer audible.
I could feel my insides sucking into Mark’s, making a squelching noise.
Mark moved his hips slowly, rocking Iorite’s body back and forth. His small penis went in and out with a squishy sound.
The movement gradually became smaller and smaller as Mark began to move his hips and thrust upward. Iorite’s body went limp and collapsed on top of Mark, and she could only enjoy the pleasure while he held her in his arms.
He grabbed her butt and slammed into Mark’s hips, slapping against her insides. Iorite’s face was red and her eyes were teary as she complained to Mark, “You’re hitting me in such a good spot, it feels so good it hurts…” but this only made Mark more motivated.
*
Iorite was exhausted after being held in his arms for more than just three days and nights since their marriage.
My lower back and groin were in terrible pain, and I had muscle pain all over my body, so I was basically bedridden throughout my newlywed life.
Even though she was a temporary wife, she still had to take care of the house and things, but that was not my time.
But when Mark came home at night, he embraced her again. Iorite gradually began to dread the coming of night. She was completely exhausted from being held until morning, and it felt like an endless hell of pleasure. She worried about how long these days of passing out at sunrise would continue.
“Oh no… ‘that person’ is coming back… what should I do…”
In other words, Iorite was worried about being embraced too much. It seemed like a loveless marriage, but the couple was having too much fun. What on earth was Mark thinking? What about his lover? Does he need an heir? Wasn’t this a white marriage?
However, even if I wanted to ask him, the moment Marc came into my room after coming home and said, “I’m home,” he unzipped his zipper and inserted himself, starting to move his hips, and I was immediately overwhelmed and moaning, so I never got to hear what he really meant.
And Iorite wanted to sleep properly.
In fact, Marc works really hard at night and goes to work during the day, so when does he get any sleep?
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