Chapter 56

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Translator: Harry Potta
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: A Desperate Plea
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A burst of tears escaped her, the pain like her hips were being torn apart. Aileen cried, clinging to Cesare’s shoulders. She curled into a tight ball, sobbing.
“Ah, it won't go in... It hurts so much, and, *hic*, I'm scared...”
But instead of removing the weapon piercing her body, Cesare pushed it in deeper, slowly but relentlessly. Unable to bear the pain, Aileen finally dug her nails into Cesare’s skin. She dug them in hard enough to leave clear marks, but he showed no sign of pain.
On the contrary, the stimulation seemed to excite him further. He let out a rough, simmering groan and met Aileen’s eyes. Aileen looked at him, weeping uncontrollably. Cesare delivered a despairing piece of news to the sniffling Aileen.
“I'm only halfway in.”
“What...?”
Aileen felt like she was going to faint. She wondered if she might actually die from this.
“I really can't do this...”
Saying this, her cheeks drenched in tears, she felt a wave of misery. When she'd said he couldn't push in any further, Cesare had promised she just had to endure it for a little while. But it was still so, so painful and agonizing. The fact that he wouldn't pull out and just kept pushing deeper, even as she kept saying it hurt, made her feel even more wretched.
“*Hic*, you said... if I endured it, you'd, you'd make it stop hurting soon...!”
In a burst of sorrow, she momentarily forgot the man before her was the Grand Duke and spat out resentful words. Cesare let out a groan laced with a laugh.
“My mistake.”
He whispered, licking her tear-dampened cheek.
“Does it hurt that much? Shall we only do what feels good?”
“Yes, *sob*, *hic*...”
How could he laugh when she felt like she was dying of pain? Aileen glared at him with all her might. As she stared at him fiercely, tears rolling down her cheeks, Cesare’s smile only deepened for some reason.
He licked the length of his thumb and brought it down. His wet finger touched her clitoris.
“Don't cry. I'll touch you here, hmm?”
The moment his finger pressed lightly against her, Aileen remembered a sensation she had forgotten in the throes of pain. It was the pleasure that had built to the brink of climax before, only to subside without quite reaching its peak.
Her body, which had been left awkwardly heated and then painfully forced to cool, responded immediately to the slight stimulation. Pleasure spread like wildfire through dry grass.
“Ah, ahh...”
The sensation spiked so intensely that Aileen’s eyes flew open as she moaned. As her body tensed, the muscles below instinctively tightened with it. Cesare groaned deeply as her inner walls squeezed his member with all their might.
Worried she might have squeezed too tightly and hurt him, she quickly looked at him. But Cesare was smiling. His lips twisted slightly into a wicked grin.
He pressed his finger firmly against her clitoris and began to rub relentlessly. Each time her swollen nub was crushed, a tingling sensation shot through her lower abdomen, and inside her, slickness gushed out, her passage milking his shaft noisily.
The man's hardness pulsed inside her. She could feel it all—the bulging veins, the searing heat. It was a sensation that couldn't be fully described by the word 'strange'.
When Cesare, still rubbing her, took a nipple into his mouth, Aileen thrashed her head from side to side. But the sensation continued doggedly, and she fumbled urgently with her hands.
She gripped Cesare’s forearms, trying not to be swept away by the wave of sensation crashing over her. But she couldn't hold on. Saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth as she let out nothing but animalistic moans.
“*Hh, hnnngh*...!”
She felt as if something immense was rushing toward her. All the feelings that had merely rippled beneath the surface until now were gathering into one and surging upward.
A chill ran down her spine. Goosebumps erupted all over her skin, every fine hair standing on end. Aileen forced her stiff tongue to move.
“*Hnngh*, n-no, this, no...”
It was the moment Aileen, breathing in short gasps, parted her lips with a sharp inhale. Cesare stimulated her clitoris hard while simultaneously thrusting his hips up forcefully. His thick member split her open and plunged inside in a single motion. The moment he buried himself to the hilt, Aileen was thrown violently into climax.
“...!”
Stars exploded before her eyes as her body arched back sharply. Her back bent into a perfect arch, she convulsed, her hands gripping Cesare’s forearms.
A belated scream tore from her lips. It was a cry she let out thinking she would die, but the breathy scream was no different from a lewd moan.
“*Hic, haah, haa, hngh, ugh, ahh!*”
She screamed, kicking her feet wildly against the bedsheets. She didn't even realize her face was a mess of saliva and tears. She just waited for this pleasure that had struck her down to end.
The pleasure was agonizingly intense and far too long. It was because the long-denied climax had crashed down on her all at once.
Stretched open to her depths by his thick member, she was tormented by a brutal orgasm. She stiffened her entire body, trying to endure it somehow, but Aileen’s desperate effort crumbled in an instant.
“*Hoo*, Aileen...”
Because the man who had buried his weapon in her without reservation began to gently torment her nipple with his hand.
“You took it all... It doesn't hurt, does it?”
Aileen couldn't even answer. When she opened her lips, only moans came out. It was so agonizing and difficult that she could barely grasp his wrist with both hands. At that, Cesare stopped his hand.
Instead, he bent his arms on either side of Aileen's head to support himself and kissed her. As he did, he slowly rocked his hips back and forth.
To her utter shame, a wet, slapping sound accompanied his every movement. The slickness that had poured from her not only soaked their joining but was also staining the bedsheets in a round patch.
Her tight insides had now grown much softer. Enough for Cesare’s length to move in and out without resistance. The pain had also faded, and it no longer hurt. Each time his shaft gently rubbed her inner walls with small movements, her body, sensitive down to a single strand of hair, was gifted with a thrilling pleasure.
Worse, her passage was wantonly clenching and milking his member. If he tried to pull out even a little, it would try to draw him back in, deeper inside.
It was as if it wasn't her own body. A sudden wave of fear washed over her, and Aileen called out to him, crying.
“Lord Cesare...”
She looked into his red eyes and called his name again and again.
“*Hngh*, *sob*, Lord Cesare, Lord Cesare...”
She couldn't understand anything that was happening. In this endlessly frightening and unfamiliar situation, Cesare was the only one Aileen could rely on. She just sobbed his name as if it were her only salvation.
Thankfully, Cesare waited quietly until Aileen had calmed down. Her body still simmered agonizingly, but she seemed to have calmed down, if only a little. As soon as she came to her senses, Aileen asked him the most important question.
“Lord Cesare, *hngh*, it's... it's almost over, right?”
“We'll see.”
“You're inside... so once you finish, it's over, isn't it?”
Aileen pleaded with Cesare in a desperate voice.
“Please, just finish.”
At that, Cesare suddenly took a slow breath in and out. Aileen watched his thick chest swell up and then fall.
“...Aileen.”
He called her name in an even deeper voice. Cesare tilted his head slightly to the side and asked.
“You want your husband to come inside you?”
“Yes... *hngh*.”
Without any suspicion, Aileen nodded obediently. Then, following his lead, she asked again.
“Please, come inside me...”
A dark smile spread across Cesare’s face. Feeling a sliver of foreboding, Aileen blinked rapidly. But it was already too late. A languid voice dripped from Cesare’s lips.
“Yes, it is our wedding night. I should do as my wife wishes.”
His tone made it seem as if he would grant her anything. But contrary to his seemingly relaxed manner of speaking, not even a blade of grass's worth of patience could be found in his eyes.
The moment Aileen sensed something was wrong, Cesare pulled his hips far back. His flesh dragged along her inner walls as he withdrew. Before she could even shudder and moan at the stimulation, his thick member slammed back in, burying itself to the hilt in a single thrust.
“...Ah, hngh! L-Lord Cesare!”
Reacting a beat too late, Aileen frantically tried to push him away with both hands. But Cesare laced their fingers together and pinned her hands to the bed. His red eyes, now glowing with a frightening intensity, stared directly at Aileen. He smiled, his eyes flushed crimson.
“I'll fuck you until your legs can't close, Aileen.”