I Don’t Need the Grand Duke’s Regret - Chapter 33 - 🔞

Chapter 33
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Ricardo, who was watching the wings on both sides of the entrance flutter, lowered his bulky body. Then he bit into the little protruding protrusion on the top of the wing.

“Aah……!”

The moment Ricardo touched the tip of his tongue to her clitoris, Armilla’s waist bucked up and down. She opened her eyes with a loud moan.

‘What is this?’

It was an exhilarating feeling, as if a lightning bolt had passed through her from head to toe. Her mind was literally numb. Before she could understand the situation, Ricardo licked her folds with his tongue. Armilla screamed again.

And from then on, she had to scream like crazy.

Ricardo spread his tongue around and sucked Armilla’s lower body ravenously. An embarrassing and obscene wet sound echoed throughout the room. Armilla sobbed with a new red face as she felt her first taste of pleasure.

“Ah, huuu, no… ah…..”

The Grand Duke dove deep between Armilla’s legs as if trying to swallow up all the love juice flowing from underneath her.

As he pressed his face against Armilla’s lower body, the tip of his sharp nose touched her clitoris. He continued to rub his nose even more persistently in that position. Every time the nub was pressed and rubbed, Armilla’s waist shook and a soft moan filled the Black Room. Her white hands gripping the sheets tightened.

“Ha-uht, st, huht, stop…”

Armilla gasped. It felt like her head was spinning and her world was getting mixed up.

“Your, Your Grace…”

That was when Armilla panicked and tried to push him away. Ricardo lifted his head and looked at her. He muttered something lowly as he observed the excited Armilla with dry eyes.

“I guess this is enough.”

“…what?”

Before she could properly ask Ricardo, a long finger entered her. Armilla’s eyes widened as she felt an overwhelming foreign sensation that she had never felt before.

It hurts.

So much so that she burst into tears.

“Stop, huu, please stop.”

Armilla cried and grabbed Ricardo’s thick forearm. But he didn’t stop despite her pleas. Instead of stopping, he increased the number of fingers into her and went deeper.

Armilla was overcome with distress. It was hard for her when one came in, but when two came in it was harder for her to breathe.

His joints were thick, and Ricardo’s fingers moved like scissors inside the tight inner walls. The sound of his thrusting grew louder and Armilla screamed as she felt her inner flesh being forced open.

“Ah-huht, aack!”

Ricardo raised an eyebrow at Armilla’s distressed reaction. He slightly bent his fingers and rubbed here and there on the inner wall, as if searching for something.

As his actions became longer, Armilla, who felt only pain at first, gradually became accustomed to the bulky feeling inside her. She looked up helplessly at Ricardo with tear-filled eyes.

It was then.

“Hu-uht!”

When Ricardo pressed a certain point on her inner wall, an incredible feeling of pleasure struck her, incomparable to when he caressed her opening with his mouth. Armilla gasped as a tingling sensation ran all through her back.

The numbness instantly turned into excitement and enveloped her entire body. She appealed to Ricardo, breathing heavily.

“It’s, it’s strange. Strange….”

“It’s here.”

Ricardo took a long breath and raised his upper body. Armilla, who did not know anything, looked at him, sobbing.

Nervously she studied his expression, but there was no sign of agitation on his emotionless face. It was completely different from her worn-out self.

She didn’t know there was such a thing on the first night.

It just hurt, and Ricardo didn’t seem to like it at all.

Will she be able to please him with this behavior? If it was like this, there wouldn’t be anything to say even if Ricardo kicked Armilla out a year later.

‘Should I do something more? But what should I do….’

Armilla, caught up in the complicated thoughts, completely forgot what she had been thinking when Ricardo loosened his belt.

Ricardo brushed back his flowing hair and pulled out his flesh that was trapped in his pants. As soon as he pulled down his underwear, Armilla saw the pillar sticking out. The shock hit her.

It was terrifying. She could see that the veins that started from his abs continued all the way to the pillar. Clear liquid was dripping from the red plum-like tip.

Armilla was ignorant of a male-female relationships. She doesn’t even remember her name to begin with, so there’s no way she would know that. So, everything was what she picked up from the chatter of the maids at Renato’s mansion.

Man and woman becoming one. That was the relationship with men and women, they said.

She doesn’t know specifically how they become one. She vaguely wondered if perhaps the secret places were connected….

‘Can I handle that?’

Armilla was more filled with fear than admiration. Ricardo’s long, stick-like pillar was the size of a child’s forearm. He looked at Armilla intently and ran his hands through his flesh roughly.

“Hoo…”

Ricardo, who had been rational all along as the night began, began to show heat in his eyes. As he touched his flesh a couple of times, he then grabbed Armilla’s thighs.

His hands were hot against her thighs. She thought Ricardo was just cold, but now he was hot enough to burn Armilla.

“It will hurt a little.”

Because it’s narrow.

Ricardo muttered to himself. Before Armilla could ask what he meant, the round tip touched her opening. After rubbing her entrance, which was wet with the love liquid and saliva, he opened her and began to delve inside her.

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