Chapter 6-R19

Truth be told, Rudvig was nearly as inexperienced—though as the future head of his household, he’d received some basic “education.” For once, he was grateful for that.

“Hng—”

The pl*asure she felt for the first time made Anteia let out a strange noise. Shocked by the sound she never imagined she could make, she quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.

Rudvig, who had been teasing and sucking on her br*ast for a while, noticed her trying to stifle her moans. He slipped his hand up and pulled her hand away from her lips.

He simply wanted to hear her voice.

“Ah, wait… Rudvig. I-It hurts…”

Rudvig had been torturing her br*ast for what felt like ages, like a b*by desperate for milk. Finally, he pulled back when she cried out, her eyes glistening with tears.

Her pale br*asts were now swollen, bearing clear teeth marks. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she covered her chest.

Seeing her expression, Rudvig regained a bit of composure. Gently wiping the moisture from her eyes, he spoke softly, as though consoling her.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

It wasn’t to the point that she couldn’t bear it. Thus, Anteia hesitated and then shook her head. She said she was fine, but she kept her arms pressed firmly over her bre@sts, unwilling to let them go. The sight was too endearing for words.

Rudvig placed several kisses on her cheeks, then began making his way downward.

He pressed his lips everywhere as he trailed down, leaving little bites as if to mark her.

“Ugh…”

Anteia thought he was like a dog chewing on something as he continued to cover her with kisses, then gently parted her legs.

It felt incredibly awkward and embarrassing to have a place no one had ever seen be exposed to someone else’s view.

When Anteia tried to close her legs, Rudvig softly prevented her from moving them.

“Shh—Anteia, don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.”

“Really?”

“I’ll do my very best. I can’t make any absolute promises, though.”

She decided to trust Rudvig because it didn’t feel like he’d do anything to hurt her.

Anteia squeezed her eyes shut and slowly spread her legs. That was the moment she felt something slide down.

“Kyah…!”

Startled, she snapped her eyes open to figure out what happened. Rudvig had hooked an arm under her knee and pulled her closer.

A hot breath brushed against the part between her legs, sending a tremor through Anteia’s body. Her nether region was quite a sight—perhaps because aside from the hair on her head, she had very little body hair, so there wasn’t much in the way of p*bic hair.

Because of that, her p*ssy was blatantly visible, slick with her own fl*ids.

“Despite saying it hurt, you seem to be enjoying this quite a bit, Anteia.”

“T-That’s not—!”

At his teasing words, Anteia felt her face grow hot.

Before she could even finish her reply, Rudvig buried his face between her legs. He licked up her juices, then opened his mouth wide to cover her entire v*lva, sucking firmly.

The sensation of pl*asure she’d never felt before caused Anteia to reflexively grab his head and arch her hips upward.

“Chup—”

It was Rudvig’s first time too, but he could tell perfectly well that her reaction meant she liked it.

He grinned at the pressure of her hands holding him in place and alternated between deep suction and gentle nibbles with his teeth.

Her cl*t, already swollen with ar*usal, was so sensitive that even his lips brushing against it made her writhe.

When he sucked hard, the fl*ids pooled inside her entrance came gushing out.

Slur— slurp.

The lewd sound of him swallowing it all echoed clearly. Overwhelmed by pl*asure yet mortified by the noise, Anteia screwed her eyes shut.

“Hahk! Uuh!”

He nibbled along her outer lips, then lifted his head and muttered greedily,

“Damn… you’re so beautiful I don’t want to let anyone else see you.”

Hearing his words, Anteia’s face turned scarlet as she covered it with her arm. Her heart pounded like it was about to burst, flustered by how much Rudvig seemed to want her.

“Nngh…”

Everywhere he touched or kissed felt hyper-sensitive and hot. She never imagined she could feel so intensely.

Rudvig watched Anteia for a moment, then slowly pushed his finger into her hole, which was slick and twitching. As small as it was, it was clear it wouldn’t stand a chance against his c*ck.

For Anteia, this was the first time experiencing something like this. Alongside the foreign sensation of having something inside her, a wave of pl*asure followed. Little by little, she got used to the strangeness, while the pl*asure only brought on more of the same.

Rudvig curved his finger, pressing here and there along her inner walls, then spread his fingers apart, gradually stretching her entrance and the sensitive tissues around it.

He was meticulous and gentle, doing his best to avoid hurting her. Fortunately, thanks to the thorough f*replay, there was already plenty of her love juices coating his hand.

“Ah… hnn…”

Her body is remarkably responsive and highly sensitive. Rudvig thought as he observed how keenly she reacted to his touch. 

Then he leaned down to plant kisses on her tear-filled eyes, the corners of her eyes, then her nose, lips, jawline, down her neck… Slowly, he nipped at her soft flesh between kisses, sucking hard enough to leave red marks behind.

Every time his lips touched her, Anteia shivered. Her body was so sensitive by now that even that felt like sheer bliss.

As a result, by the time Rudvig judged the moment right, Anteia’s hole was fairly relaxed. He added another finger, then another, until three of them were inside.

“Ah… hnn…”

Watching her tremble all over, he moved his hand back and forth. Even that felt tight enough; he wondered if it would be possible to fit himself inside her.

To be even more careful, Rudvig braced his arm, moving slowly and gently.

He rubbed her cl*t gently, sometimes pinching it, stimulating it together with her entrance. The hole that moments before had barely accepted even one finger was now twitching, welcoming his touch much more readily.

Though his fingers were long and thick, somehow Anteia felt it wasn’t enough. Instinctively, she wanted him to reach deeper, to fill her completely.

But as a first-timer, she didn’t know how to ask for it, and that uncertainty showed in her coy gestures.

“Ru… Rudvig…”

Her vision swam with pl*asure. Suddenly feeling a bit scared, Anteia tentatively reached out a hand toward him. Seemingly understanding what she needed, he lowered his head.

Anteia wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her upper body slightly to shower light, fleeting kisses on his cheek and lips.

“Mmn… hnn…”

Her clingy, pleading gesture made Rudvig’s excitement spike. She looked so irresistibly pretty like this. The mere thought of someone else seeing her this way made his blood boil with an overwhelming mix of fury and possessiveness.

He had to admit it. He’d already grown fond of her at some point.

If only he hadn’t realized it in the midst of this situation. He was painfully aware how foolish it was not to have recognized his feelings sooner, and that he’d have to atone for that.

For now, he had to focus on making sure she felt satisfied.

“Anteia, I’m going to put it in now.”

Amid the haze of pl*asure, his voice brought her back to reality just a bit.

At some point, he’d loosened his belt and freed his p*nis.