My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 82

Being a God, one might expect a bit of magnanimity, right? Although if they’re talking about someone wronging God and then acting all indignant, there’s not much to say.

But it seems she had her own ideas of what a God should embody—compassion, mercy, things like that. Now that she was actually being punished, it all seemed rather absurd to her.

“Ugh!”

Just as she contemplated this, the pain that had briefly subsided flared up again with impeccable timing, as if to punish her for her blasphemous thoughts. She desperately tried to clear her mind when Bliss spoke again.

“Let’s stop the boring talk and do something fun.”

Bliss tossed the other glove under the bed and started unbuckling his belt. Regina couldn’t help but understand what that meant, even though she paused despite the excruciating pain.

She wasn’t a fool. She might not understand the mechanics, but she realized that se-ual contact seemed to alleviate the pain. Still, she hesitated. Was it right to entangle herself with him again in this life, after everything? To renew ties she had tried to sever and run from…

“There’s no need to hesitate. Why pretend there’s a choice when there isn’t?”

His tone was perplexing; his words were harsh, but his hand tenderly stroked her lower stomach, trying to ease her tension.

Regina came to her senses. If she couldn’t stop the demonic corruption, she’d end up mad with pain. As he pointed out, there was really only one option ever available to her.

As he dropped his trousers, his heavy pillar sprang forth, almost reaching his stomach. The thick veins on it made it look even more formidable, like a weapon at full extension. She had felt its presence when his thigh had brushed against her during their dance, but seeing it now sent chills down her spine.

Gripped by an instinctive fear that it wouldn’t fit, Regina tried to close her legs, but Bliss prevented her.

“Why must My Majesty act like this?”

“It, it won’t fit.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve made sure it’ll be easy after all that licking and sucking.”

Bliss soothingly stroked her knees with his hand, calming her. Regina nearly burst out with an accusation of him leaving his conscience at the door.

It was true he had diligently prepared her; his attentions had been so thorough below that even she could feel how tender and slick she had become. But there were limits, and what he was proposing seemed beyond them.

Just as she attempted to stretch herself with her fingers for some ease, Bliss caught her wrist, stopping her. She was puzzled as to why she stopped him despite her trying to prepare herself and he asked.

“Have you ever tried inserting your fingers inside?”

The question seemed outrageous, but overpowered by his intense gaze, she responded without thinking.

“No.”

Why bother with such trouble when just touching the cli* suffices? Men should take the initiative in movement and stimulation, so she doesn’t have to exert herself to that extent alone.

“I thought so.”

Bliss said with a satisfied narrow of his eyes, gripping himself and aligning with her entrance. The sheer size made her gasp in apprehension, yet her body, already softened by waves of shallow climaxes, seemed to anticipate what was to come.

Then he pressed forward.

Even in her relaxed and lubricated state, it was overwhelming. The initial entrance was a challenge. Despite the slipperiness, it felt too tight. She was afraid it would tear.

“Uht, slowly…”

“I know, so relax.”

If only it were that simple.

She was shocked at the demand to genuinely smile with a knife at her throat, Regina felt a surge of frustration. Yet, realizing there was no other option, she reluctantly tried her best.

Bliss also tried to relax her, continuously caressed her and pressed his lips against her skin. The tender kisses made her involuntarily loosen up. The moment she did, he moved his hips.

The thick mass pushing into her felt overwhelming, causing her to tense up again. Bliss responded by softly kissing and soothing her, gradually easing her to accept him deeper. With this continued, measured advance, he finally buried himself completely inside her, unable to hide his low pleasure.

“This time, I’m your first?”

He was seemingly indifferent to her struggle so she shot him a resentful glare. He shamelessly added.

“In the last life, you were my first, but I wasn’t yours.”

“What does that even mean…”

She protested in disbelief. His eyes quickly turned sharp.

“Did Your Majesty think it meant nothing when you took my virginity? Did you feel no excitement, despite taking my purity?”

Regina swallowed hard as she was confronted by his dangerous gaze. Pressured by the feeling that saying yes might turn her into irredeemable trash, she stammered a defense.

“It’s not that, I… I was grateful.”

“Exactly.”

His previously sharp gaze softened like a spring breeze.

“This time, let’s be grateful to each other. It’s my first time, too.”

Regina was left speechless by his pretense of shyness, knowing full well he was not.

He had done similar things in their past life. He must have seen through her expression, as he grinned before leaning down and planting a kiss on her forehead.

The size difference made it possible to do so while still inside her.

“Since it’s your first time, I’ll be gentle and considerate, my Regina.”