After I Died, He Died After Me Too - Chapter 22

Chapter 11.2

“Hngh, nngh!”

As her legs kept closing, Dexter pressed down on the inner thighs with his hand. The widely spread legs revealed her v*gina, smeared with fluids and saliva, clearly visible between the parted folds.

“Lady Astri. Even with your legs spread, showing me your private parts like this, you still don’t want to be imprinted?”

“Imprinting, no… Hhnt!”

“Even if you’re about to die, you still say no.”

Dexter opened his mouth like a predator and ravenously devoured her p*ssy. His resolve to savor the moment leisurely had already vanished.

“Ahn, hngh! Haangh!”

It was difficult to hold onto his reason at the sight of her shaking her breasts and moaning. He flicked the tip of his tongue inside of her v*gina, watching her writhing. Her white belly rose and fell rapidly, vibrating intensely.

Dexter’s head was spinning.

It seemed like if he lost his temper just a little bit, he would lunge at her like a beast. His erect member seemed to be reaching its limit.

“…Ha. Moderately, it doesn’t seem like that will work.”

What was he supposed to do when someone who said they didn’t want to be imprinted was emitting pheromones like this? If anything, it seemed he was the one losing control. Her sweet scent pierced his nostrils with every breath he took. The impulse to take a bite grew stronger and stronger, causing his broad chest to heave heavily.

“Ah, it’s too… Huuhk!”

Bianca, seemingly unable to hear his words, continuously exhaled in labored breaths as she climaxed. Her shaking body was tense with strength, and the hand that dug into his hair was trembling helplessly.

In the meanwhile, Dexter didn’t stop and continued to probe her vaginal opening with his tongue. He pressed down on her thighs with one hand to hold her in place while he unbuckled his belt with the other.

When he pulled down his pants, his huge p*nis sprang out.

As he held his throbbing shaft with one hand, clear liquid dripped from the tip of his glans as if it was drooling. He then stroked the tip with his hand and let out a muffled groan.

“Keuk.”

“Ah, heuk! Stop, haahng!”

His hand movements gradually became faster as he felt the strong, tightening sensation of her v*gina, which felt as if it was threatening to swallow his tongue. He stroked his member in time to match the rhythm of her body’s movements. Slowly up and down, or sometimes a little faster, he gripped tightly and moved as if releasing the desire he had been suppressing.

“Haangh, uhk! Huuhk, ahngh!”

Her body, reaching climax, was more beautiful than ever, and the scent emanating from her made it difficult for him to keep his composure. As a stream of transparent fluid spurted out, he took in her appearance as he climaxed. The sticky, opaque fluid was sprayed over her body.

Dexter felt a rush of satisfaction as her power surged through him.

“Heuut, hnng… Uuhng.”

Bianca’s breathing gradually became calm.

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Realizing that her breathing became easier, Bianca suddenly got up from her seat.

“Hah, huuk.”

What happened?

She felt relaxed even though she hadn’t taken any medicine. It was as peaceful as when she had received help in the garden. She then hurriedly checked her body, but there was nothing unusual. Her clothes were as they were. However, the blanket was in a mess, probably from her thrashing around in pain.

“…Something is strange.”

She couldn’t explain it, but she felt a strange sense of déjà vu. Was it because of the familiar scent that brushed past her nose?

No way.

Bianca got out of bed, but she felt no pain in her body. Although she felt tenuously connected, she didn’t feel a strong shared sensation. Why would he come to find her and suppress her? Unless she begged him for help, there was no reason for him to take the initiative.

‘But why does he keep coming to mind?’

Yet, her body felt incredibly refreshed. If it wasn’t the pheromones that had calmed down, what could be the explanation?

Knock, knock.

Bianca, who was lost in thought, turned her head when she heard a knock.

“Lady Bianca, my name is Elris Fair, and I’ve come under orders from His Highness the Crown Prince to take charge of this place starting today.”

A woman’s voice was heard from beyond the door.

Elris Fair?

She couldn’t understand why a well-known socialite had become a maid. Even if it was the Crown Prince’s order, she wasn’t docile enough to come and introduce herself so first. Moreover, she was even the count’s only daughter. Bianca felt uneasy at the thought of her becoming her maid.

The Fair family had produced the third-highest number of Guides in the Asteria Empire.

‘Ah! I see.’

She remembered the terms of the contract she had forgotten. Perhaps Elris Fair might be one of the candidates.

‘I’ll have to observe her.’

Bianca stared at the door. After trying to mask her expression as best as she could, she approached the door. As soon as she opened the door, she could see Elris.

“I was curious about what kind of person you might be, and it’s an honor to be able to greet you like this.”

Elris’s clear green eyes shone brightly as she smiled subtly.

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