Chapter 3 - “Goodbye, Your Highness.” (19+)
Agares relished feeling the tremors consuming Isabel whenever his finger thrust into her. Slowly, he stretched her opening with another digit. Her canal had already been narrow and tight from just one finger and widened with difficulty upon introduction of the second. Isabel felt strange. It hurt, yet, at the same time, it tickled. Above all, this situation was insanely humiliating.
“Ah…it hurts, Your Highness.”
“I’m going to put just one more in.”
Three of his fingers now penetrated her and moved as one.
“Ah…hah. Hah…ah! Your Highness…Your Highness.”
Squelching sounds traveled to her ears from below. She didn’t know why they happened, but all she knew was that she badly wanted to cover her ears. Those sounds were terribly lewd in tandem with the moans and groans that escaped her lips. Isabel closed her eyes and bit her lip.
Hooohh. Agares blew a long breath onto her twin mounds. He withdrew his fingers from down below. Isabel, eyes glistening with tears, looked down at Agares.
“I-is it done?” she asked.
“No, I’m about to start now.”
She had spied on and watched him while he kissed other women plenty of times before, but she previously had no way of knowing what happened between them afterward because she couldn’t sneak into the room and watch. The smooth back of Agares’ hand grazed her nether regions.
“So here, you spread your legs, then I’ll come in and move. That way, haa…I won’t die. Mhm. Otherwise, I might actually die.”
Isabel nodded at the feeble threat.
Isabel came down briefly from his body. She unfastened Agares’ belt and pulled down his pants. This was her first time seeing the manhood of a man. To think that a man as beautiful as him would have such parts shocked and slightly scared her.
His thing was hot, swollen, and prominent with bumpy veins lining the circumference. It was enormous. Ferocious. It was the length of her forearm and looked very intimidating. The tip glistened with moisture. Isabel couldn’t bear looking at it much longer and moved her gaze to his beautiful face.
How could there be such a thing on the body of such a beautiful person?
“W-what do I do now?”
“Come on top of me.”
Isabel’s body trembled as she straddled her legs over him.
He laughed, uttering, “Good girl.”
This was the first time Isabel had ever heard someone tell her that she was a “good girl”. Her eyes widened.
“I’m a good girl?”
“Yes, you are.”
He must have been extremely high on whatever drug he had used, but it didn’t matter. Rather, she was glad for it, because in his inebriated state he complimented her, calling her “pretty” and a “good girl”. If he had been sober and in his right mind, he would have driven her out without even looking at her first.
The back of Agares’ hand brushed the hooded flesh of her folds. He then slipped his fingers underneath once more. The narrow canal seemed too difficult for Agares to penetrate his rod through, but he couldn’t stand it anymore. Agares rubbed his painfully straining shaft against it. His member was already soaked with their juices. The swollen tip dug into the oasis between Isabel’s legs.
“Ouch! Ah, it hurts. It hurts!” Isabel’s brittle voice whimpered.
“You’re tight,” Agares muttered in a low, scratchy voice.
The hoarse tone sent chills down her spine. Agares groaned as he applied force to his hips and sunk deeper inside her.
“Does it hurt?” he whispered adoringly. His sweet voice tickled her ears. He ducked slightly and planted kisses on her ear and cheek.
“Your Highness, Your Highness. It hurts.”
“There, there. Mmm. It’s okay. Good. Haa.”
Agares’ dulcet voice soothed Isabel’s crying. His disruptive rod tore into her little by little. Isabel’s body spasmed as she endured the sensations. Tears of pain escaped her eyes and trailed down her face.
“Ah, you’re a virgin,” he muttered with hazy eyes. “I don’t sleep with virgins, though.”
Yet, even as he said that his groin met hers as he fully entered her.
“Ah! Argh…ah…ah. Ahhh!” Isabel shrieked.
Her body felt as if it were being ripped in half from the place between her legs. She thought she could even feel the hot thing pulsing inside her. Isabel fell helplessly on top of him.
“It’s okay. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
He patted Isabel’s bare back. His action was strong, slightly rough, yet tender at the same time. Isabel leaned onto his body, trying to catch her breath. Her mammary glands rubbing against his torso made her tips stiffen. Her body shuddered from the pain she had never experienced before in her life, but she was also dizzy from the simultaneous feeling of ethereal bliss and pleasure.
“Oh? Are you begging for more?”
A guttural laugh slipped from Agares’ throat. Isabel was unaware of the veiled desire in his hoarse voice. He grabbed Isabel’s waist and thighs and thrust his hips upwards. His member pounded roughly into her. She felt as if her abdomen was about to explode. When she hugged her stomach, she could feel the ripples in her walls with every movement of his manhood. At the same time, butterflies fluttered in her stomach and she felt disoriented, as if she was free-falling, driving her crazy. She was out of breath like she was being suffocated. With every inward and outward thrust of his stiff rod, she felt like she was going to die.
It was painful and torturous, but subtle sensations continually pulsed from the tips of her toes and gradually spread throughout her body. The person causing these strange sensations was Agares. Nevertheless, she had no one else to cling to but him.
“Your Highness, I’m going to d-! Hah…save m-! Ah…ah! Ahh…nghh!”
Isabel felt like she was going to go insane from all the intense stimulation she was receiving for the first time in her life. Agares had been holding her by the waist as he pounded into her. While her hands gripped her around her waist, he moved her hips in a circle. Her body slumped as the strength left her body. She was going to melt from the feeling of his heated member rubbing against the entrance of her womb.
“You’re, really, hah. You’re delicious.”
His fierce smile formed wrinkles on his beautiful face. His face emanated joy.
Isabel looked down at him through tearful eyes, which obscured and blurred his figure. When she blinked, more tears slipped down her cheeks. She saw Agares smiling brightly at her. He kissed Isabel’s cheek, licking away every tear.
“Your Highness, Your Highness.”
“Now that I think about it, we haven’t kissed yet,” Agares whispered.
His eyes were glazed over, yet they were still so beautiful. The lips that had kissed her body, again and again, were a different shade of red than usual. It was madly erotic. Isabel closed the distance between hers and Agares’ lips. Just like she had dreamed in her dreams, as she had always hoped, his tongue slipped inside her mouth.
Their lips parted for a short while as they struggled to breathe before immediately melding once more as if they couldn’t bear to be apart. They held their breaths, swallowing each other’s moans. Over and over again, their tongues became entangled, fighting for dominance, sucking in the other’s saliva. Relishing in his destruction of her body, Isabel closed her eyes.
* * *
When she opened her eyes again, the sky had turned the deep, blue color of dawn. Heavy eyelids blinked in confusion. The sheets beneath her skin were not the usual texture she was used to. It didn’t feel like the frayed cotton of her bed; it felt rather like warm, human skin. Smooth, hard, yet also soft. Isabel was puzzled and went to stroke it. She felt a soft curve beneath her hands.
The low groan wasn’t hers. It belonged to a voice much lower than hers.
‘What the hell?’
Isabel opened her eyes fully. The first thing that caught her eye was snow-white skin. Yes. It was human skin. Isabel then realized that she was lying on top of someone and that she had used said person’s body as a bed the entire night.
What flustered her even more was that the man she had used as a bed was the man she had been stalking and following for a while. It was the first time she had seen his face from such close proximity. Isabel took a deep breath and held it, covering her mouth with both hands, because she felt like she was probably going to scream. She slowly rose from her position. As she did so, her heart was on tenterhooks for fear that the man would wake up. She bit her lip and swallowed the scream threatening to escape. Her whole body hurt so much as if it would fall apart.
She had slept with this man last night. The night she had spent with this beautiful man was not as exhilarating as she had dreamt it would be. Instead, it had been more like a lovely nightmare. Isabel was astonished to realize that the man’s member was still lodged inside her body. For some reason, it was still half-erect, causing Isabel’s skin to flush and burn with embarrassment.
Very carefully, Isabel moved away and descended from him. That alone caused prickles of pain to shoot up her body. She stiffened.
‘He said he would die if it swells.’
Isabel anxiously looked down at his penis. Although the appendage, which was soaked and glistening with their juices, had been in her the entire night, it was her first time seeing it up close. It was overly huge, and its shape wasn’t very pretty.
Isabel somehow became more embarrassed the longer she stared, so she raised her gaze and looked down at the sleeping male. He looked so innocent sleeping with his eyes closed.
‘I really slept with this man.’
There were reddish marks on her back and thighs. They had been left by him.
As she stared blankly at him, Isabel sobered up with a start.
The sun had not yet risen, but it looked like it would in a little while. She had to leave before he woke up. Isabel covered him with the bedsheet and then carefully, very carefully, kissed him on the cheek.
Afterward, she crawled off the bed. Her dress lay crumpled on the floor. Isabel internally sighed in relief that the garment had fortunately been designed such that she didn’t need anyone to assist her with putting it on. Isabel always dressed herself because she had never had a single maid to serve her. That being said, she could not even dream of owning a dress she could not don by herself.
She put on her previously discarded slip and underwear. Even after refastening the dress that had been thrown onto the floor, Isabel felt as if her body was going to shatter into pieces. Her body complained of fatigue when she attempted to move since a heavy man’s lower parts had been buried in her all night, but she had to run away before he woke up.
Isabel barely managed to put on her dress and stand upright again. The part of her body she didn’t even dare name had been overworked the entire night and ached all over while all strength had left her legs.
“Goodbye, Your Highness.”
When she was not able to locate her shoes, she momentarily freaked out but fortunately found them sitting side by side one another next to the door. She remembered that she had taken them off and placed them there last night out of fear that he would hear her footsteps.
Isabel slipped on her shoes. She felt like she was seriously going to die wearing the pointed-toe heels again. Isabel endured the pain in her legs and quietly escaped the room. It was early in the morning so there weren’t many servants up and about. Still, it was very difficult to leave the mansion without catching the attention of the few who were present.
Isabel decided to take off her shoes again. She would hide in the corner whenever she heard footsteps approaching and then continue walking once they passed, repeating the process until, fortunately, she was able to leave the mansion without running into anyone.
She walked out onto the main road, put on her shoes again, caught a passing carriage, and headed home. Isabel leaned her head against the window of the carriage. The rattling wagon hurt her head a little, but she didn’t have the strength to sit upright. She was enervated as if she would faint any second. Isabel was still in disbelief over the events of the previous night, but the pain gave her some sense of reality. She couldn’t believe that she had really slept with the Grand Duke. Her lower region was still tingling with pain.
‘This pain is real. I had him, even if it was only for a fleeting moment.’
Isabel felt a belated sense of joy. She had not felt this feeling of satisfaction during the time their bodies were joined because she had been suffering and beside herself with worry. She ordered the carriage to stop a little ways away from the baron’s mansion and paid the fare. For the rest of the walk back to the mansion, Isabel stopped, rested, continued, and repeated the process. Finally, she managed to enter the manor through the back door, but someone stood directly in front of her.