Chapter 6 - Stolen Kiss (19+)
He pulled at the cravat tied around his neck, seemingly out of discomfort. His delicate fingers popped a few buttons open, and his pale, strong neck came into view. Agares, annoyed by how uncoordinated his hands were in loosening the buttons, gripped his shirt and tore the buttons off in frustration, fully revealing his firm abdomen.
“Now you try.”
“Your dress. Take it off with your hands. I have no strength in my hands right now.”
This is ridiculous. Isabel knew she had to escape immediately. She had no idea what would happen if she undressed. An unwed lady sleeping with a man was taboo.
With trembling hands, Isabel unfastened each button on her dress one by one. She knew where his drowsy eyes were looking. They focused intently on her chest as she unbuttoned her dress and slowly revealed more of herself to him. Somehow, she found his behavior cute.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Her heart thrashed incessantly in her ribcage.
When the buttons on her dress were fully undone, all the way to below her navel, he reached out and peeled the dress off her shoulder. He took off her dress completely and tossed it off the bed. The straps of the thin slip covering her upper body were pulled down as well, and he removed the brassiere underneath, revealing her breasts. As she reflexively moved to cover her chest, his hand stopped her.
“Ah, this reaction. You’re shy.”
Agares gently rested both hands on her breasts, rubbing her pink nipples with his fingertips. An exhilarating sensation wracked Isabel’s body and a throbbing heat between her legs soon followed.
“Ah, hah, Your Highness.”
Agares lied down on the bed and tugged Isabel’s torso towards him. His breath flitted across her perky, milky breasts. He opened his mouth and suckled one of her nipples. Agares was sucking on Isabel’s breast. Her whole body trembled at the sensation of the suction. Even in her fear, the man burying his face in her chest and suckling on her breast was lovely in her eyes.
Every lick of his tongue and bite of his teeth on her nipple sent tingles from the tips of her toes all the way to her scalp. Isabel resisted the feeling and held his head tightly. While irresistibly stimulating, the unfamiliar sensation scared Isabel. As he removed his lips, his breath blew across her dampened chest.
His hand climbed up her leg and touched her thigh. Agares’ cheeks, lips, and breath touching her breasts were ever so tender. The skin of his body pressed against hers was firm and gave off a sweet sensation like flower petals in her hand. However, the palm of his hand, which was traveling up her slip and scrunching the fabric from her calf to her thigh, was totally solid. Agares’ hand gripped her thigh before slipping in between her legs.
“Ah, Your Highness, not there…”
It was a place that was embarrassing to touch even with her own hands, let alone someone else’s. The higher his hand climbed, the tighter Isabel’s legs closed. He laughed sweetly when he realized his hands, which had been diving inside her thin undergarments and fingering her pubic hair, could no longer do so.
“Spread your legs.”
The tips of her ears reddened at his words.
Isabel’s tightly-shut legs immediately spread at Agares’ honey-sweet tone. Without missing a beat, Agares’ finger entered inside. The feeling of penetration at a place Isabel had never seen nor touched made her scream and squeeze her legs shut, trapping his hand and arm.
“It’s okay. You’re doing fine.”
Throughout, the finger penetrating her v*gina was carefully thrusting in and out.
“Ah, ah. Ngh, hah. Y-your Highness, please.”
“I think I’m going to die.”
“Y-your Highness? Wh-why?”
“Ngh, it feels hot down there. It hurts. I need release.”
Agares brought Isabel’s hand to his nether regions. The area was swollen and enlarged. She could feel the intense heat from his bulge on her hands. His whole body was warming up, but his groin in particular was extremely hot and swollen to the point where it felt as if it could burst at any second.
“It’s hot,” Isabel muttered, not knowing what to do.
“I could die from this.”
“H-how do I do it?” Isabel asked, ignorant of the matters between men and women.
“Spread your legs.”
Thinking he might actually die, Isabel subconsciously spread her legs. A smile bloomed on Agares’ face as the tension left her legs.