Taking Care of My Husband in a Tragic Novel - Chapter 49
‘It’s completely different from those dreams.’
What I experienced in my dream was because of the drug. In fact, doing the real deal with him made me feel that it was twice—even several times more vivid than what I felt in the dream. But maybe that wasn’t even enough.
As Bleon spread my thighs wider, I felt his manhood so strongly that I thought he had come in deeper. What he had said earlier that he had put it all in was not true.
“Bleon…! Too, uhng, too deep! Hnn, nngh!”
“Ha, Wife, Wife…”
My body writhed and an unbearable moan erupted as he continued to thrust into me intensively at just one spot. And noticing my reaction, Bleon only touched that place faster and harder, pushing into me. Feeling as if my whole body was floating, I raised my hands to hug him so that I wouldn’t be away from him. I sobbed like crazy, and then I felt a sudden surge of pleasure—another enormous climax swept through my body.
“Ungh, hu-aaangh…!”
“Ugh…”
My insides convulsed along with the deep climax, and Bleon let out a short, low moan. I breathed heavily along with the longer, more intense pleasure. I thought it was over, but suddenly Bleon lifted my hips slightly and my lower body floated off the bed.
Then, our lower parts met together without any gap in between, and his hand reached over to my chest and fiddled with my n*pples, and the other supported my back and started pounding with great force and speed.
“Ah, ahn, hnngh, ah!, Nngh, hangh!”
Due to Bleon’s intense movements and the c*m that had flowed out of me just before, the wet friction sounded even louder.
I had yet to ride out the climax I had just now, but here, again, I was being swept away into a whirlwind of tremendous sensations. In the end, as I felt like I was reaching my limits, I lost consciousness, basking in pleasure.
* * *“Haagh, Wife…?”
Bleon loved being inside Astell so much that he stayed there for a long time, and he continued to move his waist like crazy. Then, the woman’s pupils blurred and, suddenly, she clenched hard over his manhood, tightening and she lost consciousness.
He had no nasty hobby of holding someone who was unconscious. He liked to connect with her and feel her whole body flush as she felt the sensations, and he didn’t want to push himself against an unresponsive person to satisfy his own desires. So, when Astell no longer responded, he slowly tried to get himself out of her. But even unconscious, he could feel her inner walls tightening and not letting go.
“Haa…”
It bothered him for a while, but he still didn’t want to be so driven by lust that he’d treat his lovely wife in an unsavory way. As he pulled out, the large manhood could still be seen standing upright as he had not climaxed yet. On the other hand, her entrance was also twitching, as if it was a pity that the thick girth it was holding was now gone.
‘Cute.’
After a gentle kiss on her secret place, as cute as his wife, Bleon laid Astell’s body upright and covered her with a blanket. Then he laid himself beside her. The moment he unconsciously tried to touch his p*nis, he came to his senses and managed to stop himself. He had slept with her for the first time in months, and he didn’t want to waste his energy on nonsense like this. So, he immediately jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. With every step he took, the muscles in his body twitched.
After a while, Bleon came out of the bathroom and walked over to the bed. He gave a brief kiss on Astell’s forehead, who was sleeping soundly, then rolled back the blanket and carried her to the bathroom. When he entered the bathroom, the bathtub was filled with hot water, and the bathroom was also filled with steam.
Holding Astell in his arms, Bleon went straight into the bathtub and sat down on it carefully so as not to wake her. Because of the weight of two people, the water in the tub overflowed.
“Hnnh…”
Even though he tried to move carefully, Astell whined as the hot water touched her skin. Bleon quickly placed Astell on his tight thighs and held her with one hand supporting her waist, the other hand stroking her red hair. Then he realized that she had fallen asleep again as he heard the sound of Astell’s even breathing.
“Astell.”
Bleon didn’t normally call Astell’s name. But now, he wanted to call her Astell rather than ‘Wife’. As she was asleep, she did not answer, and Bleon was immersed in memories of the past for a moment while watching her sleep.
He met her at the age of ten, and he’d been with her for ten years after that until he turned twenty. If he looked at it this way, it meant that Astell has been with him for more than half of his life.
“Astell…”
He called her name again. She still didn’t answer. Well, he didn’t care, because he wasn’t asking for an answer.
“My Astell. My wife.”
Yes. She was his. She was the wife of Bleon Einer forever that no one could covet her or break them apart.
This heart of his was a noble and strong heart that never changed from the moment he saw her for the first time, from the moment his parents passed away and she held out her hand to him. It’s just that—he likes her. If only to make sure that he could live with her for the rest of his life, he could go ahead and sell his soul to the devil. This lovable, warm, affectionate Astell.
Although her ill-nature gradually overtook her because of what happened at a banquet around the time he was twelve, her goodness had not been overshadowed—it could never be overshadowed. From that day on, Astell had always pushed Bleon, but she always apologized in the end.
Every time he saw her crying as she said sorry and that she was too weak, Bleon felt like his own heart was being ripped apart. She was such a beautiful, lovable person. He could not forgive those who made her change to such a person.
So he vowed. For him to become stronger. For him to increase his power so that he could protect the wife, and so that he would never let the scoundrels who made her like this go unscathed. Bleon made this promise every day.
Still, as if time was running out in everything, as young Bleon still followed Astell well, her heart slowly regained its composure. Then one day, around when he was fifteen, a big change came to Bleon’s body.
Bleon had his first wet dream, and he saw Astell there. It took a long time before he became conscious of her sweet scent, for this to evoke s*xual urges in him. After all, the thirteen-year age gap between them was more than enough for her to see him as a child, and to treat him thusly as a child.
But as soon as he became aware of his s*xual feelings for her, Bleon pleasured himself every night while thinking of Astell. Though in his mind, he knew that he shouldn’t do this, that he shouldn’t have such a dirty lust for Astell, his body reacted steadily every time he saw her, and those unbearable days continued.
As his love for her opened his eyes, Bleon’s anxiety about her grew bigger and bigger. While Astell was already an adult, he was still a minor. Since the Empire strictly forbade non-adult sexual relations, it was obvious that Astell would not like to do that with him. Of course, it wasn’t that he didn’t trust Astell. He liked her just as she liked him.
But unlike how he viewed Astell, her feelings for him seemed remain pure, without anything sexual at all. Even so, Astell cherished and liked him so much that she was obsessed with him. He was grateful for her obsession, yet he couldn’t help but feel anxious.
So he decided to use that thought to further bind each other more. He acted more shy and pitiful to make sure she never would never let go of him, and he equally clung to Astell blindly.
It was enough to stimulate her sympathy, and the effect was stronger than he thought. And in the midst of such anxiety, five years passed by living in the closed-off castle that was just for the two of them. Then finally, Bleon had come of age and became an adult.
‘What should I do?’
How can he make his dear wife feel lust for him? After becoming an adult, or even before that, this was all that was going through Bleon’s mind. He couldn’t even bear to think about how he waited for five years because he was so impatient and nervous every day.
One day, an opportunity came. That day, Bleon purposefully came out of the bathroom without a single piece of cloth on him, just in time for Astell to enter the bedroom. And as expected, Astell came into the room calling Bleon’s name, but she saw him standing stark naked. She hurriedly turned her head.
But—he saw it clearly. Her ears and face were dyed bright red.