Chapter 8.1
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Anne’s face heated up at the deliberate words. Her face burned.
“Hah . . . That’s . . . not . . . it.”
Anne shook her head in denial, but even she was to the point of doubting her body at the strange sensations.
Fine black hair brushed against Anne’s face. Eyes full of passion, staring directly at her lips, wandering about. His climax rose to the tip of his chin as the red tongue was caught in glimpses between the slightly gaping pink lips. A low breath leaked through his lips.
“You have a damn good body.”
With a soft curse, he lifted up Anne’s buttocks, which were lying beneath him.
Thrust! Thrust!
As the Grand Duke’s waist movement became faster and smoother, Anne’s thin body was trembling non-stop, their flesh intertwined without even the slightest bit of a gap among the squeaking noise, and the viscous liquid splattered relentlessly.
“Haah . . ., haah . . . ha . . . Haaahhh.”
Each time he thrusted, she stretched her calves so hard that the shrunken inner wall squeezed the column even more. He slightly wrinkled his eyebrows and hastened his movement.
The creaking noise of the bed and the lewd sound of pounding wet flesh shook the bedroom violently. The Grand Duke’s back muscles, who had been crushing the white breasts swaying frantically above the narrow waist with his large hands, were tightened for an instant. Soon after, he let out a low moan, pouring all the hot liquid into her.
Anne, exhausted from having just one round, collapsed on the bed. Her body twitched unknowingly at a sensation she couldn’t explain in her words.
But the Grand Duke did not move or remove his thing. Rather, he clamped his penis inside and squeezed the entrance to prevent the semen from leaking out.
“I’m going to wait until my semen enters the hole.”
Anne, speechless, averted her gaze with her pale face.
The two people facing each other with their interlocked genitals in between reminded her of an animal that was being raised for the sole purpose of breeding.
The pubic hairs tangled between the crotch were drenched in sweat, and the murky liquid was hanging from the roots like snowflakes. That alone was embarrassing, but it was shameful enough for her to want to die because there was a big . . . thing . . . that stuck in the gap that was widened enough to the limit.
At the unfamiliar sight where she did not know where to put her eyes, only Anne’s face turned red.
“You can take . . . it out now . . .”
“I don’t want to spill a drop.”
The man slid his long fingers through the skin of the vulva with his genitals buried. Her vagina twitched as a cold aura swept over her tormented and sensitive areas.
As if her reaction was amusing, the Grand Duke swung his finger around the area with his engraved genitals and eventually scraped it up slightly with the side of his fingernail. Anne’s thighs trembled, feeling as though he was playing with a powerless puppy.
“How does it feel to be eaten by me? I want to hear what you think.”
“Yes . . . ?”
A look of embarrassment crept into her face, which had struggled to hide her displeasure. The arrogant tone was offensive, but it was not dignified language that a person of great nobility would say.
“I want you . . . to refrain from saying that. I am now the Grand Duchess.”
“The Grand Duchess . . . Haa . . .”
The Grand Duke made a whistling sound as if he knew what the name was next to. Instead of apologizing for the rude words, he only laughed.
“You don’t know how you look in front of me right now.”
As soon as the Grand Duke finished his words, the foreign body in Anne’s stomach twitched.
“Haaah . . . !”
As the startled Anne struggled, a white liquid ran down her buttocks along with the mixed liquid from the gap. The man’s pupil narrowed narrowly.
“I suppose you haven’t spread your legs at all.”
“Huuh . . . that’s . . .”
“Hasn’t a man by the name of Salton ever seen this hole?”
Salton Whitmore. She, as a virtuous noble lady, could not have lain with him before the wedding ceremony. There were at most a few brief kisses with his fiancée, just like greetings.
“I never . . . did!”
“I heard it’s been a year since you got engaged . . . How surprising. It must have been difficult for him to leave this hole alone.”
Contrary to the word “surprising”, Anne read the subtle displeasure in his expression.
“If you had allowed it, I would have castrated him.”
Unsurprisingly, she had an intuition from the Grand Duke’s dazzling glare that it was not just a joke, but the truth.
Anne, who swallowed a gulp, spoke her words at his coolness.
“Anyway, this is enough, so please take it out.”
Then the Grand Duke slowly began to pull his waist back, as if he was satisfied. The vagina, which had been clamped around his genitals, poured out the tangled liquid as if waiting.
Her body was suddenly turned over while Anne watched the liquid flowing between her legs with wrinkled eyes. The Grand Duke’s face disappeared, and crumpled white sheets filled her view.
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Anne’s face heated up at the deliberate words. Her face burned.
“Hah . . . That’s . . . not . . . it.”
Anne shook her head in denial, but even she was to the point of doubting her body at the strange sensations.
Fine black hair brushed against Anne’s face. Eyes full of passion, staring directly at her lips, wandering about. His climax rose to the tip of his chin as the red tongue was caught in glimpses between the slightly gaping pink lips. A low breath leaked through his lips.
“You have a damn good body.”
With a soft curse, he lifted up Anne’s buttocks, which were lying beneath him.
Thrust! Thrust!
As the Grand Duke’s waist movement became faster and smoother, Anne’s thin body was trembling non-stop, their flesh intertwined without even the slightest bit of a gap among the squeaking noise, and the viscous liquid splattered relentlessly.
“Haah . . ., haah . . . ha . . . Haaahhh.”
Each time he thrusted, she stretched her calves so hard that the shrunken inner wall squeezed the column even more. He slightly wrinkled his eyebrows and hastened his movement.
The creaking noise of the bed and the lewd sound of pounding wet flesh shook the bedroom violently. The Grand Duke’s back muscles, who had been crushing the white breasts swaying frantically above the narrow waist with his large hands, were tightened for an instant. Soon after, he let out a low moan, pouring all the hot liquid into her.
Anne, exhausted from having just one round, collapsed on the bed. Her body twitched unknowingly at a sensation she couldn’t explain in her words.
But the Grand Duke did not move or remove his thing. Rather, he clamped his penis inside and squeezed the entrance to prevent the semen from leaking out.
“I’m going to wait until my semen enters the hole.”
Anne, speechless, averted her gaze with her pale face.
The two people facing each other with their interlocked genitals in between reminded her of an animal that was being raised for the sole purpose of breeding.
The pubic hairs tangled between the crotch were drenched in sweat, and the murky liquid was hanging from the roots like snowflakes. That alone was embarrassing, but it was shameful enough for her to want to die because there was a big . . . thing . . . that stuck in the gap that was widened enough to the limit.
At the unfamiliar sight where she did not know where to put her eyes, only Anne’s face turned red.
“You can take . . . it out now . . .”
“I don’t want to spill a drop.”
The man slid his long fingers through the skin of the vulva with his genitals buried. Her vagina twitched as a cold aura swept over her tormented and sensitive areas.
As if her reaction was amusing, the Grand Duke swung his finger around the area with his engraved genitals and eventually scraped it up slightly with the side of his fingernail. Anne’s thighs trembled, feeling as though he was playing with a powerless puppy.
“How does it feel to be eaten by me? I want to hear what you think.”
“Yes . . . ?”
A look of embarrassment crept into her face, which had struggled to hide her displeasure. The arrogant tone was offensive, but it was not dignified language that a person of great nobility would say.
“I want you . . . to refrain from saying that. I am now the Grand Duchess.”
“The Grand Duchess . . . Haa . . .”
The Grand Duke made a whistling sound as if he knew what the name was next to. Instead of apologizing for the rude words, he only laughed.
“You don’t know how you look in front of me right now.”
As soon as the Grand Duke finished his words, the foreign body in Anne’s stomach twitched.
“Haaah . . . !”
As the startled Anne struggled, a white liquid ran down her buttocks along with the mixed liquid from the gap. The man’s pupil narrowed narrowly.
“I suppose you haven’t spread your legs at all.”
“Huuh . . . that’s . . .”
“Hasn’t a man by the name of Salton ever seen this hole?”
Salton Whitmore. She, as a virtuous noble lady, could not have lain with him before the wedding ceremony. There were at most a few brief kisses with his fiancée, just like greetings.
“I never . . . did!”
“I heard it’s been a year since you got engaged . . . How surprising. It must have been difficult for him to leave this hole alone.”
Contrary to the word “surprising”, Anne read the subtle displeasure in his expression.
“If you had allowed it, I would have castrated him.”
Unsurprisingly, she had an intuition from the Grand Duke’s dazzling glare that it was not just a joke, but the truth.
Anne, who swallowed a gulp, spoke her words at his coolness.
“Anyway, this is enough, so please take it out.”
Then the Grand Duke slowly began to pull his waist back, as if he was satisfied. The vagina, which had been clamped around his genitals, poured out the tangled liquid as if waiting.
Her body was suddenly turned over while Anne watched the liquid flowing between her legs with wrinkled eyes. The Grand Duke’s face disappeared, and crumpled white sheets filled her view.
Anne's face heated up at the deliberate words. Her face burned.Hah . . . That's . . . not . . . it.Anne shook her head in denial, but even she was to the point of doubting her body at the strange sensations.Fine black hair brushed against Anne's face. Eyes full of passion, staring directly at her lips, wandering about. His climax rose to the tip of his chin as the red tongue was caught in glimpses between the slightly gaping pink lips. A low breath leaked through his lips.You have a damn good body.With a soft curse, he lifted up Anne's buttocks, which were lying beneath him.Thrust! Thrust!As the Grand Duke's waist movement became faster and smoother, Anne's thin body was trembling non-stop, their flesh intertwined without even the slightest bit of a gap among the squeaking noise, and the viscous liquid splattered relentlessly.Haah . . ., haah . . . ha . . . Haaahhh.Each time he thrusted, she stretched her calves so hard that the shrunken inner wall squeezed the column even more. He slightly wrinkled his eyebrows and hastened his movement.The creaking noise of the bed and the lewd sound of pounding wet flesh shook the bedroom violently. The Grand Duke's back muscles, who had been crushing the white breasts swaying frantically above the narrow waist with his large hands, were tightened for an instant. Soon after, he let out a low moan, pouring all the hot liquid into her.Anne, exhausted from having just one round, collapsed on the bed. Her body twitched unknowingly at a sensation she couldn't explain in her words.But the Grand Duke did not move or remove his thing. Rather, he clamped his penis inside and squeezed the entrance to prevent the semen from leaking out.I'm going to wait until my semen enters the hole.Anne, speechless, averted her gaze with her pale face.The two people facing each other with their interlocked genitals in between reminded her of an animal that was being raised for the sole purpose of breeding.The pubic hairs tangled between the crotch were drenched in sweat, and the murky liquid was hanging from the roots like snowflakes. That alone was embarrassing, but it was shameful enough for her to want to die because there was a big . . . thing . . . that stuck in the gap that was widened enough to the limit.At the unfamiliar sight where she did not know where to put her eyes, only Anne's face turned red.You can take . . . it out now . . .I don't want to spill a drop.The man slid his long fingers through the skin of the vulva with his genitals buried. Her vagina twitched as a cold aura swept over her tormented and sensitive areas.As if her reaction was amusing, the Grand Duke swung his finger around the area with his engraved genitals and eventually scraped it up slightly with the side of his fingernail. Anne's thighs trembled, feeling as though he was playing with a powerless puppy.How does it feel to be eaten by me? I want to hear what you think.Yes . . . ?A look of embarrassment crept into her face, which had struggled to hide her displeasure. The arrogant tone was offensive, but it was not dignified language that a person of great nobility would say.I want you . . . to refrain from saying that. I am now the Grand Duchess.The Grand Duchess . . . Haa . . .The Grand Duke made a whistling sound as if he knew what the name was next to. Instead of apologizing for the rude words, he only laughed.You don't know how you look in front of me right now.As soon as the Grand Duke finished his words, the foreign body in Anne's stomach twitched.Haaah . . . !As the startled Anne struggled, a white liquid ran down her buttocks along with the mixed liquid from the gap. The man's pupil narrowed narrowly.I suppose you haven't spread your legs at all.Huuh . . . that's . . .Hasn't a man by the name of Salton ever seen this hole?Salton Whitmore. She, as a virtuous noble lady, could not have lain with him before the wedding ceremony. There were at most a few brief kisses with his fiance, just like greetings.I never . . . did!I heard it's been a year since you got engaged . . . How surprising. It must have been difficult for him to leave this hole alone.Contrary to the word surprising, Anne read the subtle displeasure in his expression.If you had allowed it, I would have castrated him.Unsurprisingly, she had an intuition from the Grand Duke's dazzling glare that it was not just a joke, but the truth.Anne, who swallowed a gulp, spoke her words at his coolness.Anyway, this is enough, so please take it out.Then the Grand Duke slowly began to pull his waist back, as if he was satisfied. The vagina, which had been clamped around his genitals, poured out the tangled liquid as if waiting.Her body was suddenly turned over while Anne watched the liquid flowing between her legs with wrinkled eyes. The Grand Duke's face disappeared, and crumpled white sheets filled her view.
