Wicked Husband-Chapter 55 - 54

What Eileen had wanted to see certainly wasn’t this. She had only intended to check the scars, but unexpectedly encountered a looming serpent. Eileen froze in place as if meeting Medusa’s gaze, her fear rendering her immobile.

While Eileen remained frozen like a statue, Cesare methodically removed his leather gloves one by one. As each black leather glove fell to the ground with a soft thud, only the wedding ring on Cesare’s left fourth finger remained.

Eileen, who had been staring blankly until then, instinctively shifted her hips backward. However, attempting to escape on the bed was futile.

She was undeniably curious about intimacy with Cesare. Despite the nervous flutter in her stomach whenever he touched her, leaving her wanting more. Just putting in half a finger felt so good, so she wondered what would happen if it were his real thing.

Cesare’s voice, coaxing and soothing, sounded pleasant to her ears. Unlike his usual relaxed self, the blend of anxiety and excitement in his tone sent a tingling sensation through her belly every time it reached her ears.

So, despite the nerves that wracked her on this wedding night, it wasn’t entirely unbearable. After all, she had a certainty that Cesare would ultimately make her feel good.

Being a Grand Duchess, fulfilling her duties was a natural expectation. Therefore, Eileen resolved to do her best on this night...

"It’s not something I’m accustomed to," the words stumbled out involuntarily. Eileen hesitated for a moment before cautiously asking him, "Can you put this in?"

Even when he had put his finger in before, it had been very painful and uncomfortable. The pain was so severe that she couldn’t fully feel the pleasure until Cesare had painstakingly touched her for a long time. She had struggled for a long time with just one finger, so there was no way she could insert this pillar. It was physically impossible.

Despite Eileen’s seriousness, Cesare simply laughed and smiled, seemingly unfazed by her request. Ignoring her inquiry, he just winked at Eileen, who had moved away, and slowly approached her again. Instead of addressing her question, he threw out another remark.

"Do you want to touch here too?" his voice laced with a teasing tone.

This time, Cesare didn’t forcibly grab her hand. Instead, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he whispered teasingly, "You’re curious, aren’t you?"

Eileen looked at him for a moment, her expression betraying a mixture of hesitation and intrigue, before glancing down at the matter at hand.

Although she felt sorry to Cesare, at first, she couldn’t help but find it a bit gross. There were few similarities between what she had seen in books and the real thing. Perhaps it was the disparity between drawings and reality, but when confronted with his genitals like this, it was truly overwhelming for her.

From the thickness and length of his member to the swollen shape of the veins, the fist-sized testicles*, and the warm heat that emanated from it, every detail seemed magnified and intensified in reality. Compared to Cesare, the genitals in the book felt like nothing but crude approximations.

But as she looked closer, she gradually became accustomed to it. As she grew somewhat more familiar with the sight, pure curiosity began to surface. Eileen found herself examining Cesare’s genitals with a sense of curiosity, almost as if she were observing a plant or some other object of interest.

’Since he’s tall, this must be big too, right?’

Cesare stood much taller than average, his stature imposing, with large hands and feet that emphasized his overall size. Even this part of his body seemed to have grown significantly, catching Eileen’s attention.

The slightly curved shape of his genitals struck her as peculiar, prompting her mind to draw parallels with the reproductive organs of plant creatures, such as flowers, which exhibited various forms for reproduction. Could it be that Cesare’s reproductive organs were an evolved form as well? Eileen wondered if this particular shape might offer some advantage for reproduction or... *

As Eileen stared intently at his genitals, lost in her thoughts, Cesare gently interrupted her once more, freezing her in place.

"Touch it, hmm?"

"..."

"You need to get used to it little by little. You’ll have to see it often from now on."

With each word, Eileen’s heart continued to flutter, torn between apprehension and curiosity, yet strangely comforted by Cesare’s affectionate coaxing.

’Would it feel good if I touched it?’

Even though she didn’t feel particularly skilled as an adult, Eileen was determined to make this night special for both of them. She didn’t want to always be the one receiving; she wanted to actively participate and contribute to their intimacy.

The prospect of inserting it was daunting, but she felt she could at least touch it enough to begin with. After all, she had to get used to it, as Cesare had said. With newfound bravery, Eileen reached out her hand, ready to take this first step toward their shared experience. Her hesitant touch was slow enough to be frustrating, but as Cesare had instructed, she steadfastly approached and finally touched his genitals.

"...!"

But the moment her fingertips made contact, Eileen quickly withdrew, startled by the unfamiliar sensation and warmth that greeted her touch.

"It’s okay."

The air crackled with unspoken tension as Eileen flinched back. Cesare’s gaze held a silent understanding. He just waited patiently until Eileen tried again. Eileen gathered her courage and reached out her hand toward his genitals again. Afraid she wouldn’t be able to do anything all night, she boldly grasped it this time.

The pen!s wriggled hotly in her hand, pulsating. Deep, painful moans flowed from above her head, and his firm abdomen tightened even more, trembling.

Before the surprised Eileen could withdraw her hand again, Cesare’s large hand covered hers on the back. Cesare held Eileen’s hand and slowly rubbed it against his pen!s. She could feel the thick veins bulging in the palm of her hand. Sticky pre-c*m started to drip from the gl@ns.

"Haahh, Eileen."

Cesare moaned her name. Eileen, looking up at him, couldn’t move and let go of her hand. He was frowning deeply. His eyes squinted, his chest puffed up, and then he exhaled heavily, his breathing becoming ragged.

Confirming the restlessness and lust in his red eyes, Eileen felt her hair stand on end. Cesare, who had always been so relaxed and laid-back, felt strangely unfamiliar. It felt oddly unsettling that she had touched him with her own hands. There was a strange sensation on her n!pples and cl!toris, untouched by anyone’s touch.

’I want to see a little more.’

Enveloped in a strong impulse, she gripped him a little tighter. In response to her timid but proactive change, his genitals grew even larger. As it stiffened, the gl@ns showed movements as if swelling.

A sudden dampness against her fingertips startled Eileen. Her gaze flew up to meet Cesare’s, a jolt of electricity sparking between them. His body, previously relaxed, coiled with a sudden tension and his muscles became taunt.

A shudder ripped through Cesare’s body, a low, guttural groan erupting from his throat. His grip on Eileen’s hand tightened for a fleeting moment. Eileen’s palm, wet with pre-c*m, rubbed against his genitals, making a strange sound.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him as she watched Cesare’s pre-c*m flowing. For some reason, Eileen also felt a tingling sensation in her cl!toris and n!pples, and a slight wetness.

A primal urge, a spark she couldn’t explain, surged through Eileen. Her lips parted in an unconscious echo of that yearning, as she looked at him, but Cesare clenched his teeth tightly. He quickly moved her hand away from his pen!s.

"Uh, haa..."

At the same time, a thick liquid squirted from the gl@ns. The white liquid fell directly onto Eileen’s chest, dribbling messily and thickly down. As it flowed down the round curve of her chest, it even adhered to her erect n!pples like breast milk. As the liquid flowed down her chest, Eileen realized that she had been sprayed by his s*men.

Eileen, now in an embarrassed state, looked up at Cesare with a dazed expression. She couldn’t believe she had witnessed Cesare ejaculating in front of her. His eyes were cloudy. His post-ejaculation face was so intense that it was almost eerie. Cesare narrowed his eyes and stared at Eileen. Thinking he had relieved his desires and calmed down a bit, she was wrong. His eyes were redder than before.

At first, Eileen thought he might force her onto the bed and insert his pen!s forcibly. But the fear in her eyes quickly disappeared. Cesare affectionately smiled and brushed Eileen’s lips with his fingers.

"Sorry, did I startle you?"

Only then did she realize that his s*men had also splattered there. Cesare wiped her lips clean and naturally removed the s*men-stained sheets. Before Eileen knew it, she had become a limp figure in his arms.

He threw the sheets onto the floor and lifted Eileen, placing her in the center of the bed. Shocked by the s*men, Eileen reflexively checked his groin. Then, she was even more surprised.

"Huh...?"

Unintentionally, Eileen made a puzzled sound, her eyes still fixed on his genitals.

"Cesare... it looks like it’s even bigger than before...."

His pen!s, which had definitely ejaculated just now, was now much more erect than before.