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Iris exhaled a ragged breath. Below, they were already firmly locked together.
They said that when taking a man for the first time, eight or nine times out of ten, it was painful enough to make one scream. Certainly, Rahan, pushing in with his full weight, was difficult to handle.
But she didn't feel like she was dying. Was it because she had waited for it, or because Rahan had patiently loosened her up?
‘No matter what the man who will be your husband does to you, even if it feels like you're dying of pain, try to endure it for now. Eventually, it gets better.’
‘Can't it not hurt?’
Auntie Laura had cackled so much when Iris asked that.
‘Oh my, I've never heard such a thing in my life! It's okay. It only hurts at first; once you get used to it, you'll be the one rushing at him because you love it, Iris!’
She wondered if one really got used to this.
But soon, Iris realized Auntie Laura was right. She was becoming far more accustomed to the pain than at the start.
“Iris….”
Rahan, his brow furrowed, gripped her waist and dug deeper inside. Then, he began to move slowly.
Strength gathered in the muscles of her inner thighs, and cold sweat formed down her spine. She wanted to tell him to stop, but on the other hand, she could feel the heat gathering in her interior as it leaked and tightened around the pillar.
How long had the clinging flesh moved, pushing each other away and then sticking together again?
Suddenly, something changed. She felt her lower half suddenly snap shut.
“Ugh….”
Rahan did not miss the slight moan leaking through her strained breathing. Gripping the two legs clumsily entwined around his waist, Rahan dug in deeper.
It was a movement completely different from the beginning, when even a slight entry had been cautious. The pillar, having completely cleared the path, carved into her.
It took only a moment for the scream-like moans to turn erotic. Above her, Rahan's panting breath poured down.
Iris didn't know when the pain vanished. The moans escaping her were unfamiliar, so she tried to cover her mouth, but Rahan wanted to hear even those.
“It's okay, make noise. It's alright….”
Like a man possessed, Rahan kissed Iris's cheeks, earlobes, and the nape of her neck. He had gripped her tender thighs so hard that red fingerprints were visible. Every time he entered and exited, it felt as if a fire were starting in her belly.
“Ah!”
With the man's greed-filled movements, the dark ceiling shook so much it was barely visible. In a daze, Iris looked up at the man atop her—no, her husband.
Rahan grit his teeth at the sight of Iris, drenched in sweat and tears, her soft breasts covered in marks from being bitten and sucked.
“Ha….”
When her ragged breath caught and she felt she couldn't take any more.
“Haa….”
Rahan, hugging Iris's thighs, closed his eyes tight and poured himself into her.
As the large body embraced her even deeper, as if not wanting to spill a single drop until the end, Iris's body was pinned down almost crushingly before suddenly snapping loose.
“Ah.”
The thighs that had been held by Rahan flopped to the side like a broken doll. Iris let out a long breath she had been holding. Is this what it feels like to be dying?
“It was hard, wasn't it? I'm sorry….”
“No, no….”
She wanted to wave her hand in denial, but she didn't have the strength.
The man slowly withdrew himself. She didn't even have time to flinch at the sensation of something wet sliding out. Rahan kissed her forehead and cheeks, pulling her into a hug from behind.
I'm messy…. She wanted to say that, but her eyes kept closing.
“Iris.”
“Mmm….”
She couldn't even say "Yes." Rahan laughed lowly.
“You're beautiful.”
“Mmm….”
You're handsome too, Rahan.
“I love you.”
I love you too.
“I'm going to… marry you.”
We're already married, you dummy.
“My wife….”
I think I like that part.
That was the extent of Iris's consciousness. Unaware that Rahan got up a moment later to wipe her arms, back, and crotch, Iris fell fast asleep.
Looking at Iris sleeping curled up like a baby, Rahan smiled faintly and hugged her again.
Iris was right. The small bed was great because they could sleep while clinging to each other. Feeling the warmth of their bodies pressed together without a single gap in the narrow space, Rahan muttered.
“My wife.”
The first good thing he had ever possessed.
Rahan knew. Iris was not his possession. But at least, as of today, he could call her 'my' wife.
A smile came naturally. Even though she was already in his arms, for some reason, he felt an aching sense of happiness.
Rahan closed his eyes, holding Iris in his embrace.
He felt as if he finally knew what he had truly wanted.
A complete marriage.
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he would do for this marriage….
Then came the blackout.
* * *
Meanwhile, Robbie ran straight into the forest.
“Robbie! Wait, Robbie!”
Robbie's friend, Karl, followed Robbie, panting.
After screaming alone, cursing Iris's husband, and tripping over his own feet, Robbie was now sprinting into the forest like a madman.
“Hey! Stop it!”
Karl finally caught up to Robbie and grabbed his shoulder. But Robbie looked back at him and ran again, screaming even louder, “Aaaagh! It's a demon!”
“Robbie!”
To Karl, this was completely incomprehensible.
However, he couldn't just leave his drunk friend in the forest in the dead of night.
Karl was often told he was a bit slow, but the reason other young men associated with him was that he was kind. Karl had at least enough loyalty to take care of his friend.
“Ah! You damn idiot! Just how much did you drink!”
However, continuing to follow Robbie, who was running like a lunatic, was too much for him.
Panting, Karl leaned on his knees to catch his breath for a moment. At the same time, he wondered if Robbie's drinking habits had always been this bad.
‘He's a loud drunk, but not to this extent…. Or is it because of that man from earlier?’
To be honest, Karl had almost pissed himself when Rahan threatened them.
The knight's fighting spirit had not been limited to Robbie alone. Since there was no way Karl could know that Robbie had heard a demon's whisper, he had no choice but to assume that.
But there was one more thing he didn't know. That Robbie, who had fled, had begun to hear another whisper at some point.
[Hooh…. What is this now. A human marked by a demon.]
“Aaaaagh!”
[I see, the one who marked you is… the footprint of the one who smells of salt.]
“Go away, go away!”
Robbie ran, shaking his head frantically. A different voice from before was echoing in his head.
If this wasn't a demon, then what on earth was it?
He didn't care that brambles tore his legs or that branches slapped his cheeks.
[What a shame. If not for that salt smell, you would have become a part of the Great One….]
Hwaaaagh, don't eat me! Get out of my head!
Robbie's words were audible to Karl, who was catching his breath further back in the forest. Karl became troubled. He just wanted to go home.
‘I... I should probably take Robbie home, right?’
Kuru-ruk, kook.
In the dark forest, an owl hooted gloomily as if mocking Karl. Goosebumps prickled his skin. Karl wrapped his arms around himself and began to walk again, one step at a time.
“Ugh, scary. It really feels like a demon might pop out. Hey, Robbie!”
The rustling underbrush was very obstructive in the darkness. Robbie had already gone far; he could barely hear the screaming anymore.
Kook…. Kook-kook….
“Robbie! Answer me!”
Naturally, Karl grew more and more frightened.
‘Is a magical beast going to jump out or something?’
[Oh, what's this now.]
And finally, the darkness that had been waiting for its chance smelled the scent of fear.
[Lord Behemoth, look. There was another prey.]
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