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Parting his glistening lips, he slowly moved his fingers upward toward the nape of Roselyn's neck. As he lightly bit near her collarbone, his tooth marks stained her snow-white skin a vivid red. Roselyn's neck recoiled, perhaps tickled by the tongue licking upward. Even then, the two fingers embedded below continued to open and close, steadily stimulating her inner walls.
The leaking arousal flowed all the way up to Aiden's wrist. Having found the stimulation point, Aiden pushed one more finger into the loosened interior. Three fingers pressed firmly against the thick inner walls, reciprocating violently. Simultaneously, the lips that had been teasing Roselyn's earlobe swallowed her parted mouth.
Driven by the dizzying storm of stimulation, Roselyn reached another climax, her body convulsing. With the unfamiliar sensations continuing unabated, it was difficult for her to maintain any other train of thought.
“Haa-ah!”
“Huu...”
Arousal leaked out as if she had lost control of her bladder, thoroughly soaking Aiden's hand. Licking his glistening hand with a piercing gaze, he gripped his flushed glans and rubbed it slowly. The arousal on his hand and the fluids wetting the shaft mingled, creating a lewd, squelching sound. After suppressing the urge to ejaculate, Aiden began to slowly enter Roselyn's gasping vulva.
“Ah! Wait, it's too big! Ah-euk...”
“Shh...”
He gripped her softly curved pelvis and slowly pushed his hips forward. Despite the long preparation, the inner walls tightened instantly, swallowing his glans and pressing him fiercely. Barely suppressing the urge to simply ram himself in and thrust, he gently rubbed Roselyn's waist to soothe her.
“It's almost all in. Kh.”
“Heeu, ung...”
The sensation of being split open below was surreal. To think that Aiden's member was inside her—she wondered if it was even a size that could possibly fit. Every time Roselyn was seized by fear, her inner walls tightened instinctively. Each time they did, the veins on Aiden's forehead bulged further.
After what felt like an eternity, just as the exhausted Roselyn's head slowly tilted back, Aiden succeeded in inserting his penis almost entirely. Only then did he release the breath he had been holding, wiping away the cold sweat beaded on the panting Roselyn's forehead.
“Haa, it feels so strange. Heu-euk. It's so full...”
Roselyn stammered, her face looking as if she were on the verge of tears. Her flushed eyes looked erotic. Whether she knew that this only excited him further or not, Aiden moved his Adam's apple and caressed Roselyn's once-flat lower abdomen. As he pressed firmly on the part that protruded due to the volume of his organ, the pressure intensified, and Roselyn burst into tears.
“A-euk, Your Highness, ah!”
“Fuck.”
He wondered how many times he had muttered curses lately, words he rarely used even on the battlefield. Biting his lip, he could no longer hold back and pulled his hips far back. A deep groove formed in his firm buttocks. The muscles in his arms swelled as if they might burst, as he carefully controlled his strength to avoid gripping her soft thighs too hard. Eventually, the penis withdrew until only the glans remained. With a low groan, Aiden thrust his hips forward in one powerful motion.
“Eung!”
“Damn it. Roselyn. Ha-euk.”
The pleated inner walls clung and squeezed with every thrust of the penis. A tidal wave of pleasure clouded his reason. Aiden had no intention of stopping. The skin of Roselyn's body, caught in his grip, was stained with red finger marks. A wet, slapping sound echoed every time their bodies collided.
He wondered how a body could be this soft and supple; he could finally understand those pathetic bastards who lost their minds to the charms of women. Gritting his teeth, he slowly took in the sight of Roselyn shaking beneath him. The physiological tears flowing from her reddened eyes stimulated a certain sadistic urge in him.
“Haa, aa-ang, ah!”
At the unannounced thrusts of his organ, Roselyn let out loud moans, shaking uncontrollably. She felt estranged from her own groans, wondering if the sounds she was making were truly coming from her own mouth. Moreover, with the friction sounds coming from her drenched depths, she felt like covering her ears if she could, but she was unable to. She was too busy trying to hold onto her fading consciousness as she swayed according to his movements.
The initial tight pain vanished, replaced by a distant, unfamiliar yet familiar pleasure. Every time the prominent head of the shaft—which was as thick as her wrist—reciprocated, it pushed and smoothed out the folds of her inner walls, and the veins bulging vividly along the shaft tickled and scraped her inside. The blunt tip of the glans added to the stimulation by poking different spots every time Aiden moved his hips.
When the probing organ finally hit a specific spot, Roselyn let out a high-pitched scream and shuddered violently. It was another climax.
“Aa-ang! Aaaa!”
“Kh-eut...”
Aiden, who quickly withdrew his penis from the convulsing, squeezing inner walls, also reached his climax with a short groan. Streaks of semen shot across Roselyn's body in several directions. Breathing heavily, Aiden stared blankly at Roselyn, who was sobbing and twitching slightly. The fluids flowing from Roselyn's private parts onto the white bedsheets were tinged with a pale red. Aiden's expression stiffened, and he wiped his face with a complex look.
'She really was a virgin.'
For a moment, guilt rose within him for having taken a woman who knew nothing of the world as he pleased. However, that guilt did not last long in the face of Roselyn's provocative appearance, gasping in the lingering pleasure and coated in his semen. His penis, regaining its strength, stood erect above his pelvic bone once more.
“Roselyn.”
“Haa, heu-eut... High— Aiden.”
He was relieved to see she had enough presence of mind to correct how she addressed him. Aiden brushed back her sweat-soaked honey-blonde hair and spoke in a husky voice.
“Call me that again.”
“Haa, Ai... den.”
Confusion and resignation were reflected in her blue eyes as the pleasure slowly receded. He frowned slightly, as if dissatisfied. To think she had been so lost in lust just moments ago. However, Aiden already knew how to make Roselyn's mind focus entirely on him.
Curving his lips into a smile, he leaned down and rubbed his lips against Roselyn's, and the resignation flickering in her eyes vanished instantly. He rubbed his sharp nose against Roselyn's dainty one before swallowing her parted lips in one go. After confirming that even the confusion remaining behind her fluttering eyelids had disappeared, he tapped Roselyn's lower lip with his tongue.
“Eung...”
Having grown accustomed to their lips meeting incessantly since their first kiss, she skillfully opened her mouth and pushed out her tongue. As if he had been waiting, Aiden sucked her tongue in with his thick lips. Along with a wet sound, he felt the intoxication he thought he had driven away rising again. Perhaps all of this was a dream?
Roselyn closed her eyes, feeling his tongue softly sweeping and sucking inside her mouth. Her body floated up as his arms wrapped around her waist. The feeling of the penis rubbing against her below felt distant. With a small moan, Roselyn wrapped her arms around his firm neck. If this was a dream she would fear waking from, she hoped she would never wake.
The mild early summer breeze swirled around the mansion and departed, but the atmosphere within the House of Marquis Russell remained freezing. The servants of the Marquess, who were usually quiet yet bright, had recently become exceedingly cautious, as if walking on thin ice. This was because the moods of the master and the young lady grew more irritable by the day.
“When on earth was this steak cooked for it to be this cold? You expect me to eat this?”
Violet slammed her fork down and berated the maid in a voice laced with irritation. Just as she lifted the plate as if to throw it, she flinched at a cold voice echoing through the room.
“Sit down, Violet.”
“But Father, it is my duty to maintain discipline among the servants.”
Forcing the corners of her trembling lips upward, Violet feigned a gentle tone. Disciplining the servants was something she always did whenever her mood was low. When Roselyn was around, she rarely felt low, so this hadn't happened before, but now the rumors spreading about Roselyn were eating away at her nerves every moment.
Furthermore, since even the servants, who should have been striving to soothe their mistress's mood, were flustered and swayed by the rumors, discipline was inevitable. Normally, her father would have taken her side and told her to lash the maid. Violet's green eyes trembled at the stern voice, the first of its kind she had heard since her mother passed away.
“Stop acting impulsively and sit down. I am in no mood to indulge your whims. It is because you behave so rashly that you cannot hold onto a man's heart!”
Tears dropped from the shocked Violet's eyes. Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, she reluctantly sat down. Marquis Russell, sighing and pressing his hand to his forehead, set his fork down with a loud clatter. He had no appetite lately, and now his child was causing trouble. Shaking his head, the Marquis signaled his aide.
“Any news from Ambassador Lompott yet?”
“No. Jayze sent subordinates to his residence, but they say he has only claimed to be away and refuses to appear.”
“That wretched man! After taking everything he could get, he dares to vanish!”
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