Wicked Husband-Chapter 58 - 57

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."

Before Eileen could even process the chilling promise, Cesare surged forward. Her entire world narrowed down to a chaotic dance of pain and a desperate struggle for breath. The gentleness he’d shown earlier was a cruel illusion, a calculated prelude to this brutal assault.

Each forceful thrust sent a jolt of agony ripping through her. Her body, caught off guard by the sudden shift in violence, convulsed with each brutal intrusion.

Every time his thick glans scraped against her inner walls, her breath hitched. The upward curve of his member constantly grazed her most sensitive spot, causing strange, gasping sounds to escape her lips.

The sensation of being pierced was so intense that her fingers and toes curled involuntarily. She wanted to express her fear, but the overwhelming pleasure twisted her words.

"Ugh, oh, there... it feels good..."

"Here?"

Cesare thrust precisely where Eileen reacted most intensely and asked again.

"Want me to go deeper inside?"

"Yes, ah, there, more...!"

Her mind went completely blank, devoid of any rational thought, leaving only raw instinct.

Her nerves were so exquisitely heightened that the slightest touch bordered on pain.

His forceful strokes, delivered by his rigid shaft and the firm press of his thighs, flushed her tender flesh a deep pink. Yet, in a twist of defiance, her body interpreted the overwhelming sensations as pleasure. Each deep thrust into her core sent shivers down her spine and elicited a moan from her lips.

Her inflamed, engorged s*x mingled with slick fluids, creating obscene sounds as it squeezed and pulled at his member.

This was uncharted territory, a pleasure so intense it defied imagination. Her mind dissolved into a blissful haze under the onslaught of sensation. Instinctively, she sought escape, but Cesare, sensing her resistance (not to him, but to the overpowering pleasure), pinned her wrists with one hand, effectively anchoring her to the experience.

"Where do you think you’re going...? Stay still, and I’ll c*m just the way you want... ugh..."

With one hand, he squeezed her bre@st and sucked on her n!pple. The moment his tongue swept over the sensitive bud, she felt something burst inside.

"Haaah!"

Simultaneously, her v@ginal walls convulsed and tightened. As her insides clamped down on his shaft, Cesare let out a rough groan, his eyes narrowing in pleasure.

The tension in his jaw spoke volumes. A vein throbbed in his neck as he muttered a low curse, a sound swallowed by the intensity of the moment. Lost in a swirling vortex of sensation, Eileen remained oblivious.

As fluids gushed from her, tears streamed down her face. Crying, she whispered to Cesare.

"It feels like I’m dying, Cesare... I’m going to die..."

The relentless rhythm against her already-sensitized core sent shivers of overwhelming pleasure cascading through her. It was a delicious agony, a tightrope walk between ecstasy and oblivion. Yet, Cesare pressed on.

Drooling slightly from the corner of her mouth, Eileen pushed against the bed sheets with her heels. It did nothing to ease the intense pleasure. Desperately, she shook her wrists, still held by Cesare, pleading with him.

The desperate pleas tumbled from her lips, a frantic litany of "please" and "hurry." Cesare’s sharp retort, a question laced with a hint of danger, went unnoticed. Lost in the throes of sensation, her mind teetered on the edge of blissful oblivion. Each ragged moan, each strangled gasp, betrayed the war raging within her – the desperate yearning for release at odds with the raw, exhilarating pleasure.

"Please, ah, Cesare, no, no... ah!"

A strangled cry escaped Eileen’s lips as the intensity of his movements escalated. Cesare’s strokes quickened, becoming a fierce rhythm that threatened to shatter her. In a surge of primal need, her wrists tore free from his grasp.

But escape was the furthest thing from her mind. As if anticipating this very moment, Eileen met his urgency with her own, their slick bodies melding together in a desperate dance.

His pulsating shaft throbbed within her. With a groan, Cesare buried himself into her, his groin pressed firmly against her. The tip of his member pressed against her cerv!x as he began to release.

"Haa, Eileen..."

His voice, a guttural groan laced with raw pleasure, sent shivers down her spine. As he reached his peak, a surge of primal energy coursed through her. It was a climax unlike any other, a shattering release that left her breathless and trembling.

The aftershocks of the climax left her breathless, her body a symphony of tingling sensations. A wave of dizziness washed over her, threatening to pull her under. A primal scream tore from her lips, a sound devoid of reason, a raw echo of the emotions swirling within her.

"Ah, ahh, Your Grace, haaah!"

In the haze of euphoria, a forgotten title tumbled from her lips, a whisper lost on the wind. Clinging to Cesare, she trembled uncontrollably, a release so profound it felt like a shattering. A warmth spread between her legs, but exhaustion claimed her, leaving her oblivious to the physical aftermath. Her face, pale and slack, was etched with the afterglow of pleasure as her vision swam back into focus.

Tender kisses, light as dandelion seeds, rained down on her face. Throughout his prolonged ejacul@tion, he gently moved his hips, ensuring his seed coated every inch of her insides. When he finally withdrew, his s*men mixed with her fluids, trickled out of her still-gaping entrance.

Exhaustion painted itself across Eileen’s face. Her body, still echoing with the aftershocks of climax, gave a faint tremor now and then. Each touch, a light brush of his lips on her skin, a caress that lingered on her sensitized core, sent shivers down her spine. The intensity had left her utterly spent, a limp doll in his arms.

Fog clung to her mind, obscuring even the most basic understanding of her state. Gradually, though, a sliver of awareness pierced the haze. The room came into focus: Cesare, his ministrations a blur of gentle kisses and explorations, and the damp evidence of their shared passion staining the sheets.

"...!"

Waking with a gasp, Eileen flinched as her skin touched the unnaturally wet bed sheets. A fragmented memory flickered – the palace staff’s warning about water, then she recalled the sensation of release and relief when Cesare ejacul@ted...

Eileen’s face turned stark white. She had just thought she couldn’t move a muscle, yet suddenly, she found the strength to sit up abruptly. She scrambled backward and checked the bed sheets in a panic.

"..."

The state of the sheets was a horrifying tableau. They were saturated with a mix of bodily fluids – hers, Cesare’s, and a large, unidentified stain that spread like a dark, watery map in the center. The smattering of blood seemed almost insignificant in comparison.

Despite the lack of any odor, a horrifying certainty bloomed in Eileen’s mind. The memory of a sudden, unexpected release in her core, coupled with the damp evidence, painted a terrifying picture. This was... an accident of monumental proportions.

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. The mental blow, a battering ram against her already strained defenses, collided with the exhaustion that had been a slow burn throughout the day.

Darkness crept at the edges of her vision, a dizzying wave threatening to pull her under. Consciousness, a flickering candle flame, sputtered and died. Eileen slumped back, lost in the oblivion of a faint.

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The bridal chamber was in complete disarray, making lying down on the bed impossible, so they would have to sleep in another room. Cesare lifted his limp bride into his arms.

Quickly, he donned a robe and wrapped Eileen in a blanket. As he prepared to leave, he noticed a forlorn lily crumpled in the corner of the bed. Eileen must have placed it there. With a faint smile, Cesare picked up the lily and gently placed it on Eileen. The delicate scent of the lily pleasantly tickled his nose. Gazing at Eileen, who slept soundly with the lily, Cesare began to walk slowly.

Perhaps he had gone too far on their first night together. Despite his efforts to restrain himself, things had unfolded this way. He almost laughed at his own lack of self-control. Walking through the corridor and entering an empty bedroom, Cesare moved to lay Eileen on the bed, but then changed his mind and sat down on the sofa, holding her close.

"..."

His previously relaxed red eyes now grew dark and brooding. Suppressing familiar impulses, Cesare slowly buried his face in Eileen’s neck.

He tasted the sweat-dampened skin of her neck. Memories flooded back of the moment her slender neck had been gruesomely severed. Despite the unsettling recollection, he continued to lick and bite gently, leaving marks.

Even as he savored the faint saltiness of her skin and the soft texture beneath his teeth, the memory refused to leave his mind.

Cesare remembered the day he had returned to the Empire, completely unaware of what had transpired.

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