Chapter 55

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Translator: Harry Potta
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: An Insatiable Husband
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He hadn't just finished; he had released an incredible amount. Yet here it was, not just swollen again so soon, but even larger than before. She couldn't believe it was possible.
But there was nowhere to run from her husband in their wedding chamber. Unlike the flustered Aileen, Cesare was completely unperturbed. As if this were the most natural thing in the world, he reassured her in a low, gentle voice.
“It's normal.”
“W-Wait, is everyone like this?”
“Of course, your husband is a bit special.”
Cesare placed his hands on either of Aileen's thighs. His large hands gripped them and spread them wide open. Aileen's smooth flesh was laid bare before him.
Cesare gazed at her clitoris, flushed with blood, and her vaginal opening, which twitched as it wept a clear fluid. Aileen's thighs trembled as she pleaded with him.
“Don't look so closely. It's embarrassing...”
But at times like this, Cesare was not one to listen to Aileen. Far from looking away, he brought his lips to her inner thigh. As he gently bit down on the soft flesh, Aileen asked with great concern.
“Are you... going to do that again?”
“That?”
“With your mouth...”
“Ah.”
He kissed her sex with a soft smack and asked.
“You mean, go down on you?”
Her face burned at the explicit words. Aileen inwardly groaned, choosing her words carefully.
“Th-That, yes... But it's so embarrassing... And it's not exactly a clean place...”
She surreptitiously reached out to push him away, giving his shoulder a slight nudge. But his shoulder was as hard as a rock and didn't budge. Her palm was simply flattened against it. Cesare caught her pushing hand and planted two soft kisses on her palm.
“I have to lick you before we start. So it won't hurt, hmm?”
He gently coaxed her, telling her to bear the embarrassment for just a little while, that it was something they had to do. Aileen hesitated for a moment. If this were about plants, she would have been the one leading him through every detail. But this was a field in which she had next to no experience. She decided it was best to follow Cesare's lead.
She didn't know for sure, but it seemed this was what one did before insertion. Aileen finally squeezed her eyes shut and nodded.
Cesare propped pillows behind Aileen so she could lean back comfortably against the headboard. Then he spread her legs as wide as they could go and pressed his lips against her. He licked lightly over her opening and chuckled.
“What did you do to get so wet already?”
Aileen bit her lip. How could she tell him this was what happened when she touched him? Of course, even without her saying a word, Cesare likely already knew...
He slowly pushed his tongue inside her. His thick tongue squirmed within her, lapping up the slick fluid that trickled out. Each time he licked away every last drop of her wetness, Aileen would let out a pained whimper, her body twitching as she gripped his shoulders.
“Ahng, uuuh...”
The fluid that kept flowing from inside her was probably meant to serve as lubrication to help with his entry. She worried that if he licked it all away, it would hurt when he finally pushed inside.
But it was a completely needless fear. The more Cesare licked her, the more fluid gushed from within.
Aileen curled her toes. Her body had already been touched by Cesare several times. Knowing there was a pleasure even more intense, rough, and thrilling than this made her burn with impatience.
She found herself wishing he would torment her clitoris, too. The small nub of flesh was already standing erect in anticipation. It was so agonizingly itchy that she unconsciously lifted her hips, and Cesare finally brought his tongue to it.
“Hah!”
A moan escaped her lips as the spot she had been desperately waiting for was finally stimulated. Startled by her own cry, she tried to swallow the next sound with a gasp. But when his hard teeth lightly scraped and bit her, she splayed her curled toes and cried out.
Just as she was moaning uncontrollably, trembling on the verge of a spasm, he pulled his lips away. The sensation that had been building toward a peak was abruptly cut off. Her empty entrance twitched, leaking fluid as if in protest.
“Ah, haah, ugh... Cesare...”
Aileen called his name, her voice filled with impatience. The sensation, cut off midway, was agonizing. She wanted him to touch her more, to release her from this torment.
But for some reason, Cesare didn't touch her there anymore. He moved away without a hint of reluctance and began to suck on her breast instead. He gnawed on one nipple with his teeth while roughly pinching and flicking the other with his fingers, kneading her flesh as he pleased.
The sharp sensations from her breasts shot down to her core. Her clitoris, already swollen and tight with heat, throbbed with a feeling akin to the urge to urinate.
But she couldn't escape it. Heat filled every inch of her body, down to the last strand of hair, but it had no release and only continued to build.
If her senses had been a little more developed, she might have been able to reach her peak from the stimulation to her breasts alone. But Aileen's body was only just beginning to bloom. She couldn't yet feel enough pleasure from her upper body to climax.
The teasing sensation of being on the edge, yet never quite reaching it, continued until her vision blurred and tears threatened to fall. Her mouth refused to stay closed, and she nearly drooled several times.
“Cesare, ah, please, huuh, please...”
But no matter how much she begged, Cesare didn't even answer. He simply stared at the dazed, panting Aileen with his crimson eyes and continued to torment her breasts.
Aileen squeezed the man between her legs with her thighs. As Cesare was sucking on her breast, her clitoris brushed against his abdomen somewhere. She tried to rub herself against him, desperate for release.
A dizzying pleasure shot through her as her clitoris was crushed against his firm, smooth skin. She tried to mindlessly grind against him, but he stopped her at once. Cesare grabbed her hips with both hands, holding her still, and finally spoke.
“Please, what?”
He licked the corner of Aileen's mouth, where she had finally begun to drool, and whispered mischievously.
“You have to tell your husband properly. What should I do for you?”
He asked while gripping and twisting both her nipples, and Aileen hastily pleaded.
“Huuh, I-I'm in agony, please do that, the thing with your mouth... down there...”
“You want to come from my mouth?”
“Yes, I... I want to... c-come, hngh!”
It was a blatant request she would never have made in her right mind. But her reason, the part of her that felt shame, had long been paralyzed. She watched him rise up, her eyes filled with anticipation.
But Cesare didn't put his mouth on her. He didn't use his hands, either. Instead, he brought his own sex to hers. The moment his thick head touched her slickly wet entrance, Aileen's eyes flew open.
Her body froze for an instant in surprise, but her entrance, finally greeting the stimulation it craved, began to move on its own. The wet membrane clung to his glans, pulsing like a baby suckling a nipple. It was a ravenous movement that made Aileen's face turn red.
Just then, Cesare lowered himself on top of Aileen and kissed her. He filled her vision with his handsome face, as if to keep her from looking down, and pressed his lips to hers. At the same time, his head began to part her folds and enter. The impossible fullness made Aileen cry out in a panic.
“Hngh, ngh, I can't take any more. I'm full...!”
She felt like she was going to tear. But despite her cry that she was at her limit, Cesare didn't stop. He swallowed a low groan and soothed her.
“Yes, you're full? Good girl, Aileen... Can you bear it a little longer? I'll make it stop hurting soon...”
Unlike his lips, which kissed her repeatedly, placating her with gentle words, the part of him below pushed mercilessly inside her.