Deceived 69

Chapter 69

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"Ah...!"

Blair's eyes widened as she dug her nails into his shoulder blades. The heavy pressure didn't stop, forcing its way deeper inside her. He gripped her inner thighs to keep her from twisting, thrusting himself deep inside her.

A wave of agony crashed through the lingering ecstasy. The tears that welled up were completely beyond her control. The massive member, which had seemed slightly intimidating just to look at, was now thrusting wildly into the narrow space that had never known such a foreign presence.

"Ah, ugh, hmm..."

Her hands, which had reflexively clutched his broad shoulders as if to stop the penetration, were now held by him, their fingers interlocked like lovers. So, lying on the bedsheet, Blair could only twitch her spread thighs. 

Blinking, a bead of tear rolled down her temple. Edmund reached out, tenderly wiping away her tears, then kissed her forehead. It was an equally tender touch.

"It's a relief this is a bed we share because you wanted it."

"Mmm, uh, ah..."

"If it weren't, I'd feel weird. You're crying like this."

The voice whispering in her ear was unnervingly soft. Yet the movement forcing itself into the narrow opening never ceased. The thick pillar pushed its way inside her, carving its path as it thrust in, the searing pain leaving Blair unable to breathe properly.

"Haah."

Her vision spun. Hot breath escaped between her fish-like parted lips, saliva dripping from her lower lip. She groaned, too exhausted to wipe it away. He chuckled lowly, caressing Blair's cheek. Then he leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. He sucked her lips like drinking from an oasis, then thrust his tongue deep inside to draw in her pent-up breath before covering her mouth again. It was a gentle kiss, as if apologizing for the brutal thrusting below.

But the situation below hadn't changed one bit, and Blair knew the night she envisioned hadn't even begun yet.

Edmund pulled away from her lips and slowly moved his hips. With ragged breaths, he kneaded her heaving chest while filling the narrow inner walls. Having successfully soothed her just enough to thrust his member halfway inside, he raised his upper body and brushed back his sweat-drenched hair. He felt pressure building inside, something catching. Instead of forcing his way through, he caught his breath for a moment, then tapped her trembling, pale thighs.

"Relax here, Blair."

“…Ah, it hurts….”

“I said relax.”

She tried as best she could to take him as instructed, but it didn’t work. Clutching the crisp white sheets, she only wiggled her toes helplessly, making Edmund look flustered. Though disheveled, he still wore his shirt and pants. It meant he’d been in such a hurry he hadn’t even had time to strip completely. Watching Blair’s breasts rise and fall with each breath, Edmund shifted his gaze and met her eyes.

“It might hurt, but try to bear with it a little.”

Blair didn't understand exactly what that meant. She was already completely out of her mind from the dull, stabbing pain between her legs, like a stake had pierced her. Then, gripping her waist roughly with both hands, he thrust his weight down and pushed himself inside her in one swift motion.

"Ugh…!"

The dark red root that had filled her vision each time she looked down vanished completely. Something she couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure struck her spine like lightning. Blair trembled at the single deep thrust, her lips parting. With their lower halves locked together completely, their gazes collided.

"Ugh…"

"See? That's why you shouldn't disobey."

Edmund murmured quietly, then drew his hips back long and deep before thrusting upward with a sharp slap. Following the motion, the hard shaft filled her insides tightly, then withdrew, repeating the cycle. It was then that the pace quickened, the movements digging deeper and deeper.

"Ah, hmm."

The wet, squelching sound of flesh echoed crudely. With each collision of their bodies, his hard member stretched and pulled her drenched walls. His member was now tinged with blood creating a messy sight.

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Haa, ah...!"

"Or are you disappointed because it's messier than you thought?"

"Mm, mmm!"

"I'm sorry about that."

He apologized in a tone that sounded not the least bit sorry, then spurred on the thrusting of his hips, ramming into her inner walls. Adjusting his position, he thrust into her with a relentless, almost excessive force. Blair struggled to adapt to the overwhelming pleasure, writhing constantly. Crushed beneath his overwhelming strength, which left no room for resistance, she could only moan helplessly as she was relentlessly pounded.

"Ah, hmm, Ed... Edmund...!"

Blair, who had been biting her lower lip, let out a sharp cry. Sparks danced before her eyes. The steadily building pleasure suddenly swelled, causing wave-like spasms in her lower abdomen. She clenched tightly around him, who was freely moving deep inside her, her inner flesh stretched to its limit. Even through her blurred vision, she could see his eyes gleaming like a madman's. Thick veins stood out on his flushed neck.

Blair's hands, lost for where to go, fumbled through the air before clutching the sheets as if crumpling them. Edmund, watching her squirm helplessly, let out a low moan. A sharp sensation scratched at her insides, and the flame of climax exploded.

"Ahh...!"

Blair's wide-open legs trembled violently. A pleasure she'd never known before washed over her body in waves. He watched her intently as she arched her back, her pulsing sex still locked with his. He stopped all movement, simply observing her as she rose and fell against his firm chest. It seemed far more stimulating to admire her, swept away by waves of pleasure, than to pound her like a stallion.

"Haah... Haah..."

After struggling for a long while, she gasped for breath. Her toes, suspended in midair, came crashing down onto the sheets. As she calmed her breathing, her heaving breasts rose and fell for a moment, then reason, which had been nowhere in sight, quietly reared its head.

"Now..."

"Now, done?"

His voice, catching her trailing words, carried a hint of amusement.

"You're done, so you want to stop now?"

"No, that's not what I meant..."

"Blair."

Only then did Edmund begin unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

"You're being surprisingly cold in bed."

He tore open the collar almost violently, flinging the discarded shirt aside. Then, having only pulled out his penis, he grabbed the front of his trousers, which had been left sloppily open, and hastily stripped them off too.

"If your bed manners are this poor, how do you expect to look me in the face tomorrow?"

"Wait, Edmund."

"What did you say at the Duke of Lancaster's villa? That you wanted to look good for your next partner?"

Blair recoiled at the sight of that massive, glistening penis, dripping with viscous fluid, rising up to his abdomen. Veins pulsing vividly, it twitched like a living creature, utterly unhuman. The thought of that entering her body made her shudder. Raising her gaze with a hint of fear, Edmund finally knelt on one knee on the bed, signaling the real beginning.

"You won't make a good impression with such poor bed manners."

His face held a chilling sneer. Blair swallowed dryly, feeling like she'd disturbed a hornet's nest.

"I suppose this is a good time to learn how to satisfy a man."

Completely forgetting the earlier scolding, Blair backed away on her haunches.

"Um, just a little... let's rest first."

"I can't tell if you're joking or serious."

"I'm serious. Just a moment..."

"How can you rest when my cock is like this right now?"

"...Why, why such vulgar language... Just wait a moment."

Her ankle, which had been slowly pulling away from him, was seized by a brutal grip and dragged along the floor. Trying to resist, Blair stumbled sideways and fell, scrambling to regain her balance. Instinctively spinning around, she grabbed the sheets with both hands. Edmund, as if he'd been waiting for it, yanked her by the waist.

"You asked to see it."

A low voice, laced with hollow laughter, settled over her ear.

"How much I want you."

"...Ah."

"If you couldn't handle it, you shouldn't have been so greedy in the first place."

Without hesitation, he spread her buttocks apart. His cock thrust deep into the gaping, slackened pussy hole. It was a beastly, clinging posture.