My Dear Grand Duke on a Leash - Chapter 81

Chapter 41.1 — Honeymoon Night (21)

While her heavy, exposed breasts swayed in sync with his steps, the white turbid and body fluids that filled her where she had swallowed him splattered onto the ground.

He hadn’t gone more than a few steps before she was shaking in the air in a dazed state. It felt like something was poking at her from below, pushing at her lower abdomen. He picked her up and carried her, who was stiff like a pudding, as he thrust into her.

It was as if their bodies were made for nothing but bonding. The lewd woman, having tasted the flavor of ecstasy, once again gathered the hot heat below like oil. Like a malfunctioning faucet, she dripped fluid down his legs, staining them as she leaned into his arms as if she were melting into his embrace.

‘Feels good…’

Perhaps aware that walking with something inserted could be risky, his movements were smooth and slippery despite the rough position.

Didn’t he say he would be gentle on the first day?

As soon as he thought that might be the case, he retracted his judgment. It was clear that he was trying to boast that he had done his best to uphold his declaration with that gentle movement that was briefly brushed from the bed.

Because…

“….!”

A hot wave of shame washed over her entire body.

It was because he had stopped in front of the mirror—a simple rectangular full-length mirror that gentlemen used to inspect their appearance.

Riette was so shocked to see her own naked, animalistic appearance reflected in it that her tears welled up.

Her eyes were red and stained with tears, and her face muddled with tears and saliva. Not only that her curly hair had become disheveled, but her full breasts that were engorged with bruises from all the biting and sucking he had done with his teeth… Even red handprints remained as if he had used a considerable amount of grip when kneading it.

She couldn’t possibly believe that the lewd and obscene woman reflected in that mirror was herself.

As if that wasn’t enough, what lay below was even more spectacular.

The buttocks and groin, which were bright red from friction, and the smooth perineum, devoid of a single hair, were indiscriminately stained by sticky bodily fluids. His thighs, where muscles were clearly split vertically, were no exception. He looked like a man who had fallen into the water and stood up.

The junction…

Riette tightly closed her eyes and sobbed.

“P-patience. You said you were strong…!”

She was stunned. On the first day, he boasted about self-control. What part of this room suggested the presence of reason and patience? Everything that happened today was utterly shocking to her.

“As you can see, I’m quite restrained.”

She was equally astounded by that.

Despite everything, it was a considerably restrained, affectionate, and gentle bite. A few posture changes were nothing compared to his sleazy, animalistic fantasies.

As evidence, wasn’t he maintaining a remarkably unscathed state right now? From the moment he entered the bedroom, there hadn’t been a single action that was out of his control. Still, Riette couldn’t even fathom how feverish his head was. She didn’t have any more energy to argue with him further.

“My… please let me go, I’m so—”

“Isn’t it pretty?”

He whispered in her ear. The breath against her earlobe sent shivers down her spine.

“Ah! W-where…”

“It’s only the first day, yet you’re accepting me readily. From before, I…”

As he spread her legs wide and plunged his member into her, Riette screamed and leaned against him, overwhelmed by the pleasure running up her spine like lightning.

“Ah…!”

“Like someone who has wanted to have s*x with me. For a long, long time ago.”

“Hiik! Uht, nngh, ah!”

“Like you belonged to me. Mine.”

She trembled vulnerably as he penetrated her with each thrust. Her plump, voluptuous breasts swayed uncontrollably up and down.

The friction of his thrusting made her feel like she might lose her mind. It was deep in a different way than when he pressed his weight against her. When she tilted her head with a whimpering sob, he overlapped his lips with hers. The tender and moist flesh intertwined stickily. Perhaps because his body was the only thing she could rely on, she eagerly devoured his tongue like a young sparrow seeking water from a spring.

As he savored her soft and moist tongue, he firmly bit down on her lower lip. Riette whispered into his mouth as she gasped from the slight pain.

“Look in the mirror. You’ve been curious about what it looked like, haven’t you?”

He closed the distance to the mirror.

As she whimpered with her eyes tightly closed, he licked the shell of her ear.

“Uhhngg…!”

Despite the fact that she tried to turn her head away and flee, he persistently and relentlessly pushed his sticky, slimy member into her passage. With each stimulation of his thrust and breath he exhaled, her skin tingled all the way to the crown of her head.

It felt like her brain had melted entirely.

Unable to withstand his persistent and relentless caress, Riette finally opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror.

Like a ripe, bursting fruit, her swollen and bright red folds were eagerly sucking him in. Even as she watched with her own eyes, she couldn’t believe it. The opening, narrower than the eye of a needle, was stretched to its limit as it took him in, quivering. His shiny and thick member, thrusting vigorously…

She felt like she knew why he asked her that question.

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