Chapter 60 - Let's Thwart The Marriage

Gerald finally freed Weggie's lips as her hips hit repeatedly as if every movement was meant to break his steering fingers.  The dampness of the passage, as well as the slowly narrowing walls, gave him a sign that she was finally about to give up.

Now he looked at her looking up while panting, looking for air that even he could easily get.  However, the electric current due to the cork in her knob seemed to weaken the operation of her lungs, making it difficult for her to breathe.

"Be-Beary," she moaned in shaking, helping him to shovel her moist lips while moving against him.

"Yes, dear," he whispered.  "Now call my name as often as you can," he continued, moving slower.  "The faster and the more you call me, the faster and the sooner you will get it.  Do you understand what I mean?"

Weggie didn't nod but began to comply with Gerald's request.  She began to scream, calling his name, between the tips of the nails that kept thrusting inside of her, tangling with her nut, tearing the membranes very badly, weakening her legs.

"Bear-Beary!"  she screamed, coughed, and was drunk.  "Bear!"  Then her breathing became increasingly erratic, almost as if she was about to pass out, enjoying the sweet torture she was receiving.  She had to whine again as he withdrew himself, making her lose the moment to explode.  Then she called his special name again, more pitifully than before.

A moment after that, he lifted her body, leaned her on the dry straw, as the fingers jabbed and stirred, his teeth feast on the chest, biting the top, then he looked up when he felt her clamping him tighter.

"Bear!"  she called again, shaking her head as she wriggled, like a confused person.

"Spill it on me now!"  he hissed, finding she moaned for the last while convulsing, flooding her slick.  Smiling, he whispered again, "You milked me too much."  Then kissed her forehead, letting her claw at his back while hugging him very tightly, letting her become a spoiled and weak woman.

Weggie was silent, her eyes fixed on Gerald meaningfully.  Meanwhile, he cleaned her slowly using the cloth he had, wiping her sweat and all the things that needed to be wiped.

Looking up, he glanced at her mischievously.  "Why are you looking at me like that?"  Now he grabbed her clothes, put them on the body slowly, then looked at her big eyes intensely.  "Isn't all that enough for you?"

"Of course, that's enough," she resisted, closing her eyes as he kissed her forehead again, feeling the softness and warmth of someone she'd longed for.  Her hands hugged him as if wanting to keep him forever.  "It's just that I didn't expect you to do this to me."

"You asked me to do it, right?"  One of his eyebrows raised.

"I know," she mumbled, looking away for a moment.

"I was thinking of giving you more than this.  But I'm assuming maybe it's not the right time yet.  Let's take it slow!  Do you agree?"  He smiled seeing her nod obediently.  "Are you the type of obedient girl?"

Blinks her eyes repeatedly, looking up.  "Why?  Don't you like obedient girls?  I know," she guessed without letting him explain.  "You must like challenging girls right?  The one who is brave and also active?"

"Not really," he shook his head.  "Sometimes a shy girl is cute."  Pinch her chin again, watching her blink helplessly.  "But an active and aggressive girl isn't bad either.  As long as it's you, I think it's fine."

"Then does that mean you recognize me as a lover?"

"We are, aren't we?  Why do you have to ask the obvious thing?"

She turned her head away, looking complicated.  "Because I thought you didn't want it.  I also know you're doing this all because of our agreement.  Even tonight you're doing this because you want to get information about Lyra."

Gerald was stunned, unable to refute Weggie's accusations.  Most of them are.  He did this because of their agreement at the same time because he wanted to get information about Lyra.  'There's no point in lying. She will be disappointed,' he thought.  So he was stunned, didn't answer anything.

"Since you have done what I wanted, as well as given me a special nickname, therefore I will fulfill my promise."  Weggie nodded, sticking out her beautiful curls.  "Lyra's fine," she said, looking deeply at him.  "She's even better than any of us."

Gerald's brows furrowed, after a while, he had sparkled with gratitude and happiness.  "Has she been released?  Damn it, where is she right now? The rancid girl! She should be looking for me and Tania soon!  Does she think it's harmless out there?"

He kept nagging about Lyra's bad attitude, not realizing that Weggie was currently biting her lip in jealousy.

'I know they've been friends for a long time.  But it was very suffocating to see him paying more attention to other people than me.  Will I someday be able to get even a little bit of his attention?  Or am I just going to be a lover he doesn't even know exists?' she thought wryly, then looked up after he started to clap her.

"Tell me!  Let me scold her to death!  I won't forgive her this time, she troublemaker!"  His pupils dilated, as his nostrils expanded.

"She's still in Wereal," she answered softly, still having jealousy in her chest.  "But she's safe."

"Is that all?"  he asked, sounding unsure.  "We even heard this news directly from her.  So….  Is it just this all?"

"You seem disappointed after doing what I wanted while you got nothing," she laughed miserably, biting her lip again.  Her soft breath suddenly gasped as he smacked her lips, like an unexpected attack.  They looked at each other, blinked quickly, then seemed to be in awe.

"What are you talking about, hmm?"  He loosened his ear lobes again, fiddling them between his lips.

Moaned, she pushed him reluctantly.  "Don't start again!  It's getting late."

"Doesn't that mean it's good?"

"I don't think so," she shook her head.  "Don't you want to take Lyra away?  This is the right time.  Let's go save her tonight."  She sighed when she saw him frozen looking at her.  "She will marry Duke Kleo."

"WHAT?!"  Gerald gushed as if spewing out all the organs in his body, choking with shock.  "What did you say?"  After he was lost in a daydream for quite a long time.

"She will marry Duke Kleo," she repeated.  "That is the punishment she has to accept," she continued.

"B-but this is weird.  Why should she marry Duke Kleo while she is being punished?"

Weggie seemed hesitant to tell Gerald the truth.  However, there seems to be no other choice.  "She has fucked him."  Her statement shocked Gerald even more, making him jump back as if he had been kicked in the stomach.

"You must be kidding."  His eyes were even more terrifying than a rotting animal corpse.

"I'm telling the truth.  That's what happened."  Her body rose, grabbed her robe, and covered her head with a hood.  "She was in a drunken state at the time and insisted on fondling Duke Kleo.  Of course, he refused her, but at that time he was even drunker than her, so it made him unable to move much to protect himself.  So there you have it.  She has taken his first night, and this is her punishment."

Gerald stood stiff as a statue, staring blankly at whatever was in front of him.  "This must be a dream.  I must have had a dream, a very bad dream."

Weggie took a longer breath than before, then walked over and grabbed his hand.  "This is not a dream.  And if so, then this is your chance to save her.  Therefore, let's go to Wereal to thwart the marriage!"

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