Chapter 7-R19
It was fascinating to see a man’s organ for the first time. Perhaps if it were another man’s, she might’ve found it disturbing, but because it belonged to Rudvig Sylvester, it seemed instead magnificent. Gripping his fully engorged length, he stroked it a couple of times.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to hold back, Anteia.”
Rudvig spoke as he aligned the tip of his p*nis with her entrance that twitched and released more fl*id with every tremor. Once he began pushing the gl*ns in slowly, it inched forward, and her entrance gradually swallowed him up.
“Hup…”
Feeling her tight entrance stretch so suddenly, Anteia dug her nails into his back and trembled, holding her breath.
Seeing how she groaned and panicked, Rudvig planted kisses all over her face. He was doing his utmost to spare her any pain, but there was only so much he could do for her very first time.
“Shh—just breathe. If you don’t, it’ll be even harder.”
Despite his gentle words, Anteia couldn’t calm down. Realizing she was at her limit, Rudvig devoured her gasping lips once more, and then—seemingly deciding there was no other way—he gripped her hips and shoved forward in one swift motion.
“Hup! Ngh…uh!”
Her gasping breath and the moan she let out disappeared into Rudvig’s mouth in an instant.
Anteia felt as though she’d been skewered. Not only was she completely filled, it felt like he was pressing up into her organs, making it nearly impossible for her to breathe. She realized she needed to relax more if she wanted him to be able to move.
Rudvig gently stroked her hips and scattered kisses everywhere. As he went, he took her swollen n*pple into his mouth, rolling it tenderly. Thanks to his careful efforts, her tense, rigid walls gradually began to loosen.
“You’re eased up a lot now, Anteia.”
“Ah… Rudvig… ngh…”
Sensing her walls relax around him, Rudvig began to move his h!ps. At first, he only withdrew a little and then eased back in, repeatedly, letting her adapt.
As she adjusted, Anteia’s hole slowly began to open up. Noticing her newfound adaptability, Rudvig pulled back even farther and then thrust in all the way.
“Haa-uk!”
Anteia’s body shook violently as he suddenly slammed into her deepest spot. She had no idea that, instinctively, she was tilting her h!ps in just the right way to accept him more safely.
“Ah… Anteia…”
For Rudvig, Anteia was the ultimate searing temptation. He had no faith in his ability to hold himself together at her every gesture or moan.
Murmuring her name like a feverish patient, he began to thrust in a gentle, deliberate rhythm. That didn’t mean he was being slow or weak; it was just the limit of his self-restraint.
As he gradually increased his pace, frothy bubbles started forming where they were joined.
“Ahn! Mmh! Hah…!”
Each time he slammed into her, the pl*asure shot up her spine and surged into her head. Every time he reached the deepest part of her, sparks seemed to flash in her vision as her mind turned to mush.
Thump. Squelch—
The erotic w*t sound of their flesh coming together and pulling apart, slick with her overflowing love juices, filled the room. But at the moment, she didn’t have the presence of mind to care.
Her vision flickered repeatedly, and her body trembled under the onslaught of this unfamiliar pl*asure.
“Ah, no! Ahn! Hah… This feels… weird!”
“It’s not weird. It’s normal.”
Rudvig thrust harder into her, spurred on by her walls that tightened around him with relentless force.
The smacking sounds intensified, evolving into w*t, rhythmic thuds that echoed around the room. The flickering in Anteia’s vision accelerated, and she tensed, as a floating sensation washing over her.
Once she tensed up, a new sensation surged from below, almost like the urge to use the bathroom. It felt like it might burst out any second.
“W-Wait… Rudvig… hic… I-I need to use the restroom…”
She looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes, and Rudvig recalled something he’d learned in his training: some women release fl*id when they cl*max.
“You don’t have to go anywhere. Just let go right here, Anteia.”
“N-no… I can’t… ngh…!”
“It’s alright, An…teia. Huff—”
Rudvig ignored Anteia’s pleas, driving on with powerful and rapid thrusts as though he wanted them to reach cl*max together.
“Ugh! I-I’m gonna… No, no! Aaah! Please…!”
Overwhelmed by the heat and pl*asure that felt like it was melting her mind, Anteia threw her head back, panting at the force of his hips slamming upward.
Right at the peak of her cl*max, her inner walls clenched tight, and in that moment Rudvig dove deep and released his seed inside her.
It must have been quite a lot, because white fl*id trickled from where they were joined. At the same time, Rudvig felt something warm and w*t against his abdomen and lower half. Anteia was trembling as a clear stream spilled forth.
“Hah… Huh…”
“When you wake up, I’d like us to talk.”
In her hazy state of mind, Anteia caught sight of Rudvig holding her close and speaking softly before she passed out.
***
By the time she came to, she’d been brought back to the host’s manor. Every muscle in her body ached.
She also realized why her parents had always warned her away from alcohol. The moment she finished washing up and nibbling on some breakfast, Rudvig arrived.
“Anteia.”
He showed up holding a bouquet, looking rather cautious. She felt a sudden urge to tease him a little.
“Why are you calling me by my name, Your Grace Sylvester?”
“Pardon…?”
“Don’t tell me you think spending one night together suddenly makes us something special?”
At Anteia’s words, Rudvig found himself at a loss. He’d only just realized how much he liked her. What if he let her slip away now?
“Anteia… No, Lady Blair. I’ve come to realize my feelings for you. I’d like to get to know you better with marriage in mind.”
“Why?”
“Sorry?”
“Why do you like me? Is it because we spent a night together…?”
“No, no—it’s not that.”
At her question, Rudvig’s expression hardened, turning serious. He was clearly about to speak from the heart.
“You’ve been on my mind for quite some time; I just hadn’t noticed. My feelings are genuine. If you can’t believe that yet, please keep me close, and when you finally trust me, accept me then.”
He set the flowers on the table where she sat, took her hand gently, and pressed his lips to the back of it.
“I can wait as long as it takes.”
Faced with his earnest confession, she felt the corners of her mouth tugging upward. In the end, Anteia couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“At last, I’ve got you in my hands.”
At Anteia’s words, Rudvig stared at her as if to ask what she meant. In response, she just interlocked her fingers with his, holding his hand more tightly.
“I’ve caught you, Duke Rudvig Sylvester. You’re mine now.”
Just then, a soft chime rang out, and a hazy screen floated before her eyes.
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[Make a wish system, meow!]
Since your wish has been granted,
Will you go home now, meow?
If you want to, just shout
“I want to go!”
If not, simply close this window.
You know how to do that, right?
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Seeing the screen, Anteia paused only for a moment before lifting her free hand and swiping it through the air.
“Anteia…?”
“Oh, I just saw some dust. By the way, are you finally going to call me Anteia now?”
“Yes. So please call me Rudvig as well. Anteia.”
“I want to call you by a nickname.”
“A nickname?”
“Yes, I want to call you ‘Ruvy.’”
He felt a little embarrassed by the nickname, which seemed like something he might have been called as a child, but since his young lover liked it, he didn’t really mind.
“In that case, I’ll call you ‘Nia.’”
“Sounds good!”
Not long after the two of them confirmed their feelings, the capital’s social scene was turned upside-down. Everyone was stunned that their roles had reversed so suddenly.
No matter where Anteia went, Rudvig followed.
The curtain finally fell on her one-sided pursuit, and a new one rose on their shared love story.
No one could predict what the future held, but precisely because of that, they would live an even more joyful and fulfilling life.
