Wicked Husband-Chapter 57 - 56

While kissing her incessantly and gently coaxing her, his pen!s mercilessly penetrated into her v@gina.

Gripped by a searing pain that threatened to tear her apart, tears welled in Eileen’s eyes. She clung to Cesare’s shoulders, her body curling into a sob. "It won’t go in," she choked out, "it hurts too much! I’m scared..."

Cesare, however, didn’t heed her pleas. Instead, he continued pushing the object in, slow and unwavering. Unable to bear the agony, Eileen dug her nails into his flesh, leaving distinct marks. Yet, Cesare remained impassive.

The pain, perversely, seemed to fuel him. A rough, guttural moan escaped his lips as he met Eileen’s tear-streaked gaze. "Only halfway there," he announced to the sniffling woman before her.

Eileen’s world reeled. "What?" she rasped, the possibility of fainting or even dying a terrifying prospect. A wave of despair washed over her tear-soaked cheeks. Earlier pleas of reaching a limit had been met with Cesare’s assurances of an imminent end. Now, the excruciating pain persisted, her pleas ignored as he continued his relentless intrusion.

"You said if I just endured it, it wouldn’t hurt anymore...!

" Eileen’s voice cracked with a mixture of pain and betrayal. In the heat of her anguish, she forgot her place, addressing the Duke not with his title, but as the man causing her suffering.

Cesare’s response was a chilling chuckle laced with a moan.

He leaned in, his tongue grazing the salty track of a tear on her cheek. "Ah, seems I underestimated it," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Should I find a way to make it... pleasurable then?"

"Yes... hic, sob..."

Laughing when she was in such pain, how could he? Eileen glared at him with all the strength she had in her eyes. She glared at him, trying to project defiance, but a tremor ran through her body. Cesare’s smile widened, a predator savoring his prey’s struggle.

He licked the tip of his thumb and moved it down. His wet finger touched Eileen’s cl!toris.

"Don’t cry," Cesare murmured, his voice a low purr. "Let me help you relax."

Eileen flinched as his finger brushed a sensitive spot. Memories flooded back – the building tension, the agonizing frustration of a pleasure denied. Her body, still reeling from the ordeal, reacted instinctively. A shiver ran down her spine, a tremor that felt both foreign and familiar.

"Ah, ah..."

A jolt of raw sensation ripped through Eileen. Her eyes flew open, a choked moan escaping her lips. Her body, overwhelmed by the sudden shift, reacted in a primal reflex, clenching tightly. Cesare’s breath hitched, his own sound a guttural moan. Eileen’s heart hammered against her ribs. Panic flared – had she hurt him? She dared a glance at his face, desperately seeking a sign of pain. However, Cesare was smiling, his lips curled into a mischievous grin.

With his fingers pressing firmly on her cl!toris, he began to rub mercilessly. Every time her swollen cl!t was pressed, a sharp sensation shot through her lower abdomen, and along with it, her v@gina flooded with lubrication, gripping his pen!s. She could feel the throbbing of his member inside her. The bulging veins and intense heat were all palpable. It was a sensation that defied description.

When Cesare started sucking on her n!pple, Eileen shook her head frantically. Despite her efforts, the relentless sensations continued, and she desperately groped for something to hold onto.

Desperate for any form of control, Eileen lunged forward, her hand grasping at Cesare’s forearm. It was a futile gesture, a small rebellion against the tide that threatened to drown her. Saliva pooled in her mouth, a strangled gasp escaping her lips that morphed into a raw, animalistic moan. It wasn’t a sound of pleasure, but a primal response to a situation spiraling out of control.

The sensations built, a relentless storm gathering strength beneath the surface. The pain, the confusion, the building tension – all of it threatened to erupt in a single, overwhelming wave.

A tremor wracked Eileen’s body, a primal response that defied her control. Every nerve ending seemed to ignite, sending a jolt of electricity through her. She forced her tongue to move, the words rasping out against her dry throat. "N-no, this isn’t..."

As Eileen took a shallow breath and opened her lips, Cesare simultaneously stimulated her cl!t and thrust his hips powerfully. His thick member plunged deeper inside her, spreading her wide open. The moment it drove into Eileen, she was flung into an involuntary climax.

"...!"

A blinding flash of overwhelming sensation detonated within Eileen. Her body arched back in a desperate reflex, a scream tearing from her throat. The sound, raw and primal, was a horrifying blend of agony and something else – a choked gasp that twisted into a sound that could be mistaken for pleasure in the distorted reality that consumed her.

Clawing at Cesare’s arm with trembling fingers, she clung to him as the only anchor in this storm. Her vision swam, filled with exploding stars. Tears, sweat, and saliva mingled on her face, a mask of her utter surrender. The pleasure, a twisted mockery of desire, was excruciatingly intense. It wasn’t a release, but a relentless assault that seemed to stretch on forever.

Tortured by the climax while her deepest parts were spread wide by his pen!s, she stiffened her entire body, trying to endure it. But Eileen’s desperate efforts quickly crumbled.

"Huu, Eileen..."

The man who had completely impaled Eileen with his weapon began to gently tease her n!pples with his hand.

"You’ve taken it all... Doesn’t it hurt anymore?"

Eileen couldn’t even respond. Every time she tried to open her mouth, only moans escaped. Overwhelmed and exhausted, she managed to grasp his wrists with both hands. Cesare then paused his movements.

Instead, he propped himself up on his arms, placed on either side of her head, and kissed her. Slowly, he began to move his hips back and forth.

To her extreme embarrassment, each movement produced a wet, slapping sound. The fluid from her v@gina had thoroughly soaked the junction of their bodies and even formed a wet circle on the bed sheet.

The once tightly clenched inside had now softened considerably, allowing Cesare to move in and out freely. The pain had faded, replaced by a dull ache. Each subtle movement of his member, rubbing against her sensitive inner walls, sent shivers of pleasure through her body, down to the strands of her hair.

Her v@gina, seemingly on its own accord, tightened and sucked at his member, as if trying to pull it deeper whenever it started to withdraw. It felt as if her body was no longer her own. Overcome by a sudden wave of fear, Eileen called out to him, crying.

"Cesare..."

She looked into his red eyes, repeatedly calling his name.

"Huh, ugh, Cesare, Cesare..."

Utterly adrift in a sea of terror and unfamiliar sensations, Eileen grasped at the only thing tethering her to reality. A choked sob wracked her body, and Cesare’s name tumbled from her lips, a desperate lifeline cast into the storm.

Cesare, for his part, remained a patient presence, waiting until the tempest within Eileen subsided. Though her body thrummed with a feverish afterglow, a sliver of clarity began to pierce the fog. As soon as she could form a coherent thought, the most vital question spilled from her lips.

"Cesare, huff, is it almost over now?"

"Hmm, we’ll see."

"Since it’s in... once I finish, it will be over, hmm?"

Eileen pleaded with Cesare in a desperate voice.

"Please finish quickly."

Cesare suddenly took a slow, deep breath in and then exhaled. Eileen watched as his broad chest expanded and then contracted.

"...Eileen."

He called her name in a deeper voice. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he asked,

"Do you want your husband to finish inside?"

"Yes... please."

Without any hesitation, Eileen nodded obediently and repeated his words.

"Please finish inside..."

Cesare’s smile grew darker. Sensing a hint of dread, Eileen blinked rapidly. But it was already too late. His lips parted, releasing a languid voice.

"Alright, it’s our wedding night, so I should grant my wife’s wish."

His tone dripped with indulgence, promising anything she desired. Yet, his eyes, devoid of even a flicker of patience, held a truth his words couldn’t mask.

The moment Eileen sensed something was wrong, Cesare pulled his hips back sharply. The sudden withdrawal of his flesh from her inner walls made her shudder before she could even moan. In a swift, powerful thrust, his thick member plunged back into her v@gina.

"...Ah, ugh! Cesare!"

Eileen reacted a beat too late, trying to push him away with both hands, but Cesare interlocked his fingers with hers and pinned them to the bed. His fiery red eyes bore into hers, glowing with a terrifying intensity.

"A husband must listen to his wife, after all. Is there anything else?"

He smiled with those blazing eyes.

"I’m going to make you c*m until you can’t c*m anymore, Eileen."

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