Chapter 7.1

After meeting him, the word ‘death’ was spoken twice.

Anne’s eyelashes fluttered slightly when she suddenly recalled that there were men with sadistic bedroom tendencies. “Someone died on the first night of their wedding,” the rumors said, but she had thought it was all lies and exaggeration . . . Tonight, a sudden wave of fear came over her when she thought that the main character spoken of within the rumors was . . . him.

Noticing that Anne had been lost in thoughts for a moment, the Grand Duke’s hand gripped her breast with a crushing force. That didn’t seem to be enough for him, so her nipples were pinched and rubbed. Anne’s waist twitched and jumped up.

“Hahhhh! Huhh . . .”

Despite her screams, the Grand Duke held her chest in his hand and teased her, sliding the tip of his tongue along her collarbone. Goosebumps appeared at the strange sensation. A small shiver ran through her body at the clinging touch, enough that she could feel the bumps on his wet tongue.

“Huhhh . . . Haa . . . Your . . . Your Grace . . .”

Anne’s sobbing moans became more and more wet. Each time her skin was bitten, a sharp sensation began to creep into her body, which had only been filled with pain. As the ticklish sensation tingled down her spine, Anne flinched as though in a seizure, then stiffened repeatedly.

The Grand Duke gripped her breasts, frantically rolling his tongue over her nipples, which were beginning to stiffen. A long silver thread stretched between his lips and her shiny nipples.

She was relieved as the Grand Duke paused for a moment, but Anne found the dark red flesh and stopped breathing. His erect pillar, with its veins sticking out, had a rough appearance she had never seen in her life.

“Such a thing . . . won’t . . . fit in.”

“Well, we’ll see once we try it.”

As if he didn’t know her circumstances, the blunt glans dripped turbid liquid as though coveted the delicious female body in front of it.

The Grand Duke, holding her slender thighs apart, began rubbing the head of his pillar against the pink cracks. A pleasant feeling of heat was formed when the liquid that had formed on the tip of his glans was spread and he gently swept it from the opening to the apex.

“I only sucked at your breasts, so why are you already wet?”

“That . . . can’t . . . be . . . hahh . . .”

Anne’s face flushed red when she realized that her lower regions had become wet. Each time the scorching heat swept under her, the sensitive bump was caught and the intense stimulation tinged through her from head to toe.

“Do you think I’m lying? Every time I rub you with my cock, liquid leaks out . . .”

He rubbed the length of him up and down along the fissure of the soft flesh.

The racy sounds each time the glans rubbed the softly wet labia tangled in her ear. The crisp sound of friction and the texture of the skin being rubbed against it . . . Anne bit her lips in shame at the erotic sensations she felt even though she couldn’t see it with her eyes.

“The hole looks pretty usable, but how will it taste . . .”

But the entrance, which had never been penetrated before, was too tight and it refused to allow him in. The taut glans kept bouncing off before he was even able to properly insert his length into her flesh.

The Grand Duke, who was about to shove it right in with strength, looked annoyed. As he stared silently at the trembling vagina, one corner of his mouth curled up.

“I can’t do that . . . It’s the first night, so I’ll treat you like a proper husband would. It’ll be easier if you are wet to a certain extent.”

He murmured coldly, shoving a thick finger into the deep red opening. Anne’s body stiffened as she let out a moan.

“Huuhh . . .”

The Grand Duke, who was clasping her wrists tightly as she struggled to get the foreign object out of her body, stirred the inside of her vagina with his thick fingers relentlessly. Each time it moved in, the squelching sounded obscenely, heard over the delicate sobbing.

“Thank me for trying to be a husband.”

“Hahh . . . Ahhh . . . hic . . .”

As the fingers moved in and out of her as if digging into her, her butt fluttered and Anne sobbed. The more she resisted the grip on her wrist, the more the revengefully Grand Duke put his other finger in her and stroked her inside.

“Huhh . . . Ha, hahh.”

Anne’s breathing gradually slowed. There was a watery sound every time the fingers, which had been rubbing her inside, came out. The viscous liquid dripped onto the floor, unable to wet his palms at the speed of his hand movements.

A deep lust spread in the Grand Duke’s eyes who stared at the entrance wet with love fluid. In an instant, something hard touched the place where the thick fingers had moved in and out. Anne’s eyes, which were her half-closed, widened.

“This should be enough to take my cock . . .”

“Please . . . please wait . . .”

“I haven’t even properly started yet.”

He smiled coolly as he lightly subdued Anne, who had started to struggle again.

The moment their gazes were intertwined for a moment, a large piece of flesh cut through the narrow hole and mercilessly penetrated into her body.

“Huuuhh . . . ! Haaaah!”

The moaning wavered through the air. The feeling of her vagina splitting open due to the enormous thickness was terrifying.

“I haven’t even put half in yet, but you’re making this big a deal. I can take it out if you want . . .”