Chapter 57

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Translator: Harry Potta
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Climax
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Before she could even consider the meaning of his words, Cesare began to move. Aileen realized he had been treating her with immense leniency until now.

“Hah, ngh…, ugh, ah…!”

Her body was violently shaken up and down each time his large, muscular form thrust up from below. His member drove into her to the root, then pulled out, again and again.

Her breath caught in her throat every time his thick head crushed against her vaginal walls. As his upward-curving member scraped against her upper wall with every movement, strange, hiccuping sounds escaped her lips.

The sensation of being pierced through the stomach was so frightening that her fingers and toes curled instinctively. She wanted to say she was scared, but the dizzying pleasure made her lips betray her, uttering different words.

“Ugh, nghh, there, th-that feels good……”

“Here?”

Cesare thrust into the exact spot that made Aileen writhe, asking again.

“Deeper inside?”

“Yes, heek, hah, there, haah, more there……!”

Her mind went completely white. A perfect blank slate, as if all reason had vanished, leaving only pure instinct behind.

Her nerves were so heightened they ached. Her vulva, made only of tender flesh with not a single hair to protect it, was slapped by the man's hard member, scrotum, and groin, turning it a deep, flushed pink.

And yet, her body, as if broken, translated every stimulus into pleasure. Each time his member pounded the deepest part of her womb, Aileen cried out, her limbs trembling.

Her deeply engorged vulva, slick with her fluids, rubbed against his member, creating all sorts of lewd sounds. At times, it clenched tight, squeezing and sucking him in as if to strangle him.

She had never felt such a sensation in her life. No, she had never even imagined it was possible. The overwhelming pleasure turned her brain to mush. She struggled to escape the unbearable ecstasy, but with both her wrists caught in his strong grip, she couldn't move an inch.

When Aileen showed signs of trying to flee the pleasure, Cesare gripped both her wrists in one hand and pinned them down.

“Where are you going…. Stay still, hngh, and I’ll give you what you want soon enough……”

With his other hand, he squeezed her breast and sucked on her nipple. The moment his tongue swept over the peak, she felt something snap inside her.

“Haaak!”

At the same time, her vaginal walls convulsed, spasming and contracting tightly. As she bit down on him madly, Cesare's eyes narrowed, and he let out a harsh groan.

The force of his clenched jaw made the veins in his neck stand out. He muttered a low curse, but Aileen, lost in her senses, didn't hear him.

As fluids gushed from her, tears streamed down her face. Aileen sobbed, whispering to Cesare.

“I-I think I’m going to die, Lord Cesare, I’m dying……!”

The violent assault of his member on her sensitive parts, which had just climaxed, truly felt like death. She thought she might actually die, but he wouldn't let her go.

Saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth as she pushed against the innocent bedsheets with her heels. It did nothing to shake off the agonizing pleasure. Aileen desperately shook her captured wrists, pleading with him.

“Ugh, ngh, please cum, quickly, please?”

“Stop begging…. Are you trying to get yourself into real trouble?”

He warned her, but Aileen didn't hear. Her only thought was to escape, somehow.

“Please, haahk, Lord Cesare, hik, heet, n-no, ahhh!”

Aileen thrashed and screamed. His movements had grown even more fierce and savage. Then, at some point, Cesare buried himself deep inside her and began to thrust in short, rapid bursts.

As she struggled for her life, her wrists were finally freed. But Aileen didn't run. Instead, as if she had been waiting for it, she wrapped her arms tightly around Cesare. Their two bodies, soaked in sweat and her fluids, pressed together stickily.

His member, sheathed in her slick walls, throbbed and pulsed. Cesare groaned, shoving himself to the hilt. His groin pressed flush against her vulva, and with his head pressing against her cervix, he began to ejaculate.

“Hngh, Aileen……”

The sound of her name, groaned deep in his throat, made the fine hairs in her ears stand on end. The instant his powerfully ejected semen drenched her cervix, a climax greater than any before washed over her.

Every orifice in her body seemed to fly wide open. She felt a sensation as if something was being sucked out of her, and her vision went black. Aileen screamed into the darkness.

“Ah, ahhh, Your Highness, hwaang!”

Her loosened tongue had uttered the old title on its own. Clinging to him, her whole body shaking, she felt something pop and give way below.

In an instant, she was soaked, and the bedsheets grew damp. But Aileen didn't even realize she had released something. Her face completely slack, she panted, clinging tightly to Cesare until her blackened vision returned.

A continuous rain of small kisses, like dandelion seeds, fell upon her face. Throughout his long release, he gently swayed his hips, spreading the semen gushing from him to every corner of her vagina.

At the end of his lengthy ejaculation, he slowly withdrew, and a mixture of semen and her fluids gurgled and flowed from her opening.

Her stretched opening couldn't close properly even after he had pulled out. It just twitched intermittently, expelling the liquids pooled inside.

Aileen lay with her limbs limp, dazedly receiving Cesare's kisses. When he lightly touched her nipples or gently stroked her vulva, she would flinch and tremble. The successive, overwhelming climaxes made her body twitch on its own, even when she was still.

She didn't have the strength to lift a single finger. Her mind was so hazy she couldn't even form the thought that she was exhausted. Limp and boneless, Aileen's consciousness slowly began to return.

Slowly, she started to become aware of her surroundings. Of Cesare, who was enjoying the afterglow by freely biting and licking all over her body, and of the dampness... soaked with all sorts of fluids.

“…!”

Aileen startled. The bedsheets were abnormally wet.

Suddenly, she recalled the servant at the grand ducal estate stopping her from drinking water. And then, the feeling of release and loss of strength from below at the same moment Cesare ejaculated…

Aileen's face went completely white. Just moments ago, she thought she couldn't move at all, but now, finding strength from somewhere, she shot up. She scrambled backward on her bottom to check the sheets.

“…Ah.”

"A mess" was an understatement. There was her own fluid, Cesare's semen, and an unknown liquid that had soaked a large, round patch of the sheet. The small bloodstain on the sheet was barely noticeable in the face of this shocking discovery.

It had no smell and no color, but she clearly remembered the sensation of her lower body completely relaxing and releasing something. This was definitely… she had definitely had an accident…….

It felt as if the sky were falling. An unbearable psychological shock washed over her, and the fatigue that had been steadily accumulating all day came crashing down on her at once.

Her head spun with dizziness. The dizzying sensation snipped her consciousness clean off, and Aileen fainted.

***

The wedding night bedroom was a complete disaster. It was in such a state that they couldn't possibly lie on the bed, so it seemed they would have to sleep in another room. Cesare lifted his limp bride into his arms.

He had quickly thrown on a robe and was holding Aileen, who was wrapped snugly in a blanket. Just then, a pitifully crumpled lily on the corner of the bed caught his eye.

Aileen must have brought it. Cesare chuckled, picked up the lily, and gently placed it on top of her. The scent of the lily pleasantly tickled his nose. Gazing at Aileen, asleep with the pure white flower, Cesare slowly began to walk.

It was their first night, and it seemed he had been too rough. He had tried to hold back, but this was the result. His own flimsy self-control was laughable. Walking down the hall and into an empty bedroom, Cesare was about to lay Aileen on the bed but stopped, sitting down on the sofa with her still in his arms.

“……”

His languidly relaxed red eyes darkened, sinking into shadow. Swallowing down a familiar impulse, Cesare slowly buried his face in Aileen's neck.

He quietly licked her sweat-dampened neck. Recalling the moment her slender, straight neck had been brutally severed, he lingered, teasing the skin with his tongue and biting down to leave a mark.

Even as he savored the faint saltiness of her damp skin on his tongue and the soft texture of her flesh against his teeth, he couldn't shake the memory that surfaced in his mind.

Cesare remembered the time the child's neck was severed.

The day he had returned to the empire, knowing nothing.