Just then, the carriage entered the mountain path and began to shake violently. This caused Acard’s erection to rub intensely against Damie’s soft body, rapidly heating up.
Her skin felt silky smooth and moist under his fingertips. Every time his hardness was buried between her voluptuous buttocks, as if being swallowed, his rationality seemed to fly out the window. This was essentially the same as sex.
Even rubbing through the clothes felt this good; how much more intense would the pleasure be if he thrust inside? Thinking this made Acard’s mouth dry.
‘To hell with intuition.’
He couldn’t hold back any longer. The delicate scent of her skin brushed his nose, urging his wild impulses. The desire that seemed to turn his vision red consumed his mind. Backing away from such a lascivious body was simply impossible.
“Ah, damn it.”
Losing all reason, Acard pushed her shoulders down. In an instant, Damie was lying on the soft seat of the carriage, blinking in surprise.
Her ample skirts suddenly cascaded to her chest, and she felt the cold air on her legs. Only then did Damie realize that her skirt had been lifted. It was like a scene from the erotic red book she had once secretly glimpsed at one day, depicting the love affair between a man and a woman.
Acard, straddling her, gazed intensely at her lower body revealed under the skirt. Her firm thighs, slender calves, and the curve of her slim ankles looked deliciously enticing.
Licking his lips, Acard stroked her legs lasciviously. Then he grabbed both her ankles and spread them wide. Positioning himself between her enticing thighs, he settled in adeptly.
“Lord Acard?”
Damie called his name in a trembling voice. She could feel his erect penis through her thin underwear. It was so fiercely erect that it seemed ready to tear through the flimsy fabric at any moment.
“Why, isn’t this what you wanted?”
Acard reached out, tucking her hair behind her ear with a smirk. He then taunted her like a bad boy.
“You were the one grinding your hips on my lap. Begging me to fuck you quickly.”
Her ears burned at the obscene words.
As Damie’s cheeks reddened, Acard unfastened his pants. In the blink of an eye, his penis was out, rubbing against her thin underwear. It felt as if it would pierce through her at any moment, and Damie was unknowingly terrified.
“Ah!”
The hardness of a man, felt for the first time, was astonishingly solid. It moved wetly over her vagina, separated by just a thin piece of fabric. The hot, pulsating tip brushed between her labia, rubbing insistently against her clitoris.
It was excessively obscene, sticky, and primal. Overwhelmed by the sensation, Damie looked up at the man atop her, her eyes welling up. He was groaning lowly, his face contorted in pleasure, a sight that made her insides quiver.
She felt herself getting wetter between her legs. The unknown, mysterious world was frightening but equally exciting.
Rattling—
At this moment, the carriage bounced again. Acard’s penis, previously moving back and forth, now struck her vaginal entrance, causing a light bounce. The thick tip pressed firmly against her entrance, as if about to enter.
“Ah!”
Damie let out an involuntary whimper at the sensation of the thick, solid glans. Fortunately, Acard misinterpreted her whimper. He thought she was hesitant about having sex in the moving carriage.
“I’d love to thrust in right away, but…”
He murmured, softly biting her neck. There was no need to rush. He wasn’t a novice, and the night had just begun.
So, Acard decided to enjoy it leisurely. He gathered Damie’s breasts, protruding under her dress, and sucked greedily. Simultaneously, he continued to rub his erection against her spread thighs.
“Press your thighs together. Unless you want to be violently fucked in here.”
Despite being dazed, Damie did as he said. He teased her nipples with his tongue, sucking and biting gently. Meanwhile, his hot, slippery cock rubbed lasciviously between her petals.
She felt her thin underwear soaking with bodily fluids, sticking to her vagina. This allowed his penis to slide more smoothly between her legs.
Now, she could distinguish the sensations: the narrow groove of the glans, the bulging middle part, and how it rubbed against her tight slit. The hot penis pressed obscenely against her swollen clitoris, sending a tingling pleasure spreading between her legs.
‘Ah, just a bit more…’
Not knowing exactly what she wanted, Damie lifted her hips anxiously. The tantalizing pleasure that rose teasingly enveloped her body. Sweet sweat beaded on her skin, and her heartbeat echoed in her ears.
His lips sucked her nipple harder, and the rubbing of his penis between her labia grew more intense. The pleasure was so overwhelming, both above and below, that she couldn’t endure it. Her toes curled as she gasped for breath.
Then, suddenly, a white light exploded behind her closed eyes as she felt her body lift.
“Hmm, ahhh…!”
Her first orgasm was incredibly intense. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and a tingling current seemed to spread between her legs.
Damie’s face, flushed red with pleasure, was enough to drive anyone wild. Acard couldn’t take his eyes off her as he ejaculated on her trembling thighs.
“Ugh…”
The sight of his white semen splattering on her pale thighs was truly a spectacle. Acard licked his lips sensuously, then grabbed Damie’s hair and kissed her.
At that moment, the carriage arrived at his mansion. It was a most delightful announcement. The night that was about to begin would surely be long and enjoyable.
“…It should have been like that.”
Acard frowned as he opened his eyes in the empty bedroom. The woman who had shared a passionate night with him had left with the cold dawn, leaving behind a message that they would never meet again.
This was a first for him. He was sure he had performed excellently last night, even excessively so.
He could still vividly remember her face as she climaxes beneath him several times. Her beautiful red hair flowing like flowers, her long eyelashes clenched tight, and her rosy face. Her teary blue eyes looking up at him pleadingly made him feel triumphant.
Acard was convinced that she had fallen for him completely. He was indeed an exceptional male, and Damie’s gaze confirmed it. Her eyes made him feel like the most special man in the world.
“Then why did she leave?”
It was maddening. Acard’s eyes burned with a wounded male pride. He was now insanely curious about what Damie Primula was thinking.
Meanwhile, at the same time, Damie was waking up, her mind still foggy.
‘I’m hungry.’
The intense physical activity from the previous night had left her famished. She looked around with sleepy eyes. Though she had slept in someone else’s bedroom last night, this wasn’t her room either.
Not that it meant Damie had become promiscuous overnight. Just as she was about to get out of the fluffy pink fur blanket, the bedroom door burst open.
“Get up, you sleepyhead!”
The one who appeared was none other than Cecile, the owner of this bedroom. She approached with a displeased expression.
Damie felt a pang of guilt for deceiving Cecile and sneaking away with Acard last night. But she wasn’t particularly afraid of her friend. Despite her angry expression, Cecile was carrying a small tray with morning tea, bread, scones, jam, and butter.
“I can’t live because of you, Damie Primula!”
Cecile grumbled, setting down the tray she had personally brought. Despite her irritation, she spread butter on a piece of bread and handed it to Damie.
“You’ve been gone for two days, and Cesare is furious. He left to find Count Primula and tell him about your behavior. What are you going to do?”
“What?”
Damie frowned. She had expected Cesare, with his sinister temperament, to not sit idly by after being humiliated.
But she hadn’t anticipated him chasing after her father. Damie’s eyes darkened as she bit into the bread.
“It doesn’t matter. My father may not like it, but so what? Everyone has their fun before marriage. He won’t interfere in his grown daughter’s private life now.”
“Look at you. You’ve already become a capital person.”
Cecile was taken aback by Damie’s nonchalant reply. When had she become so accustomed to men? But that wasn’t the issue now. Cecile furrowed her delicate eyebrows and muttered.
“What does Cesare want? Running off to tattle like that. I can’t figure him out.”
“Probably trying to curry favor with my father. He’s already busy with business, and now Cesare has gone to find him. It’s irritating.”
Damie frowned.
Cesare was her stepbrother, brought in when her stepmother remarried. Though legally adopted by Count Primula, they were not blood related. It bothered her how Cesare constantly hovered around her father.
Seeing Damie’s serious expression, Cecile also fell into thought. She tucked her gray hair behind her ear like an Angora cat and spoke.
“He’s after one of two things: Count Primula’s title or you. Which one do you think it is?”
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