06.

Riad kissed her roughly. As he thrust his tongue deep inside, Henesstia tightly shut her eyes. Seemingly displeased with her closed eyes, he bit down on her lips and slowly moved down her neck, biting at the tip of her chest.

“Kyaa!”

Startled, Henesstia grabbed his shoulders. His golden eyes, looking up at her while his mouth was still on her white chest, were disturbingly seductive. With his face buried in her chest, Riad carefully licked her nipple. The place she had only ever thought of as something to nourish a child began to throb with blood, a strange sensation spreading deep inside her belly.

“Stop, stop…!”

Unnerved by the unfamiliar feeling, she tried to push his stone-like arms away with all her strength. Contrary to her expectation, Riad unexpectedly withdrew his lips easily. A long string of saliva glistened in the light. Riad sat up, slowly removing his half-open robe.

His broad chest, defined by a deep collarbone, swelled and contracted with each movement, and her gaze was drawn to the shadows cast by his perfectly sculpted abdominal muscles. The scars covering his body were less grotesque and somehow… strangely alluring.

“Hah… huff…”

Her gaze fell on the bulging outline below, which seemed unnaturally thick and solid. Though his waist tie was still fastened, preventing her from seeing everything, what was visible through the fabric was unmistakable. She had never seen or heard of such a thing before, but anyone could tell it was far from ordinary.

Pale with fear, Henesstia scrambled forward on all fours, trying to escape, but Riad caught her by the ankle and pulled her back with ease.

“And where do you think you’re going now?”

Riad pulled her legs apart, gripping her thighs as she lay face down on the bed. He lowered his head between her legs, and without hesitation, began greedily sucking on her most intimate place.

Still reeling from the shock of what she’d seen earlier, Henesstia screamed, grabbing his head the moment his lips made contact with her sensitive spot.

“No, stop… it’s filthy, filthy… Ahh!”

“It’s fine.”

He reassured her.

Black hair fell messily through her fingers.

As he placed his hands behind her knees and lifted her legs, Henesstia’s knees brushed against her soft chest. Though not much, the light patch of hair guarding her most intimate area, the now swollen and sensitive clitoris, and the hole beneath it were all clearly visible.

Unlike before, her entrance was slightly parted, glistening with her arousal. He gazed at the red, tightly clenched flesh that appeared, and he buried his lips there, teasing her with his tongue.

“Kyah! Ah! No, stop… Ah!”

It was completely different from his fingers. His lips pressed against her plump clitoris, and his tongue gently worked around the opening, tasting the fluid that leaked out as if savoring something sweeter than honey. He was utterly consumed, as if he couldn’t stop himself from greedily indulging.

As he lightly teased her twitching entrance, the tightness gradually began to loosen. Henesstia’s nails dug into his shoulders, but to him, even that felt like stimulation. Her desperate voice only made his throbbing length strain painfully. Precum was already seeping from the tip, forming a damp spot on his robe.

“Relax, breathe slowly. Yes… slowly.”

Riad pushed his tongue inside, blocking her opening.

While his fingers played with her clitoris, his tongue steadily pressed deeper. The narrow passage resisted him at first, the textured inner walls clinging to him. He moved his tongue in and out slowly, creating a piston-like rhythm.

Henesstia’s face turned bright red, her head falling back in a silent scream.

“Ugh… ugh…”

A moan escaped between her clenched teeth, one she couldn’t suppress. She felt like she was going mad. Even the word “no,” which she had repeated like a child earlier, was now impossible to say. The embarrassment and shame weighed heavily on her, making her want to escape, but her body refused to move, drained of strength. What tormented her most was the unfamiliar sensation building deep inside her, growing stronger with every repetition of his movements.

The more he repeated, the more her tightly clenched opening relaxed. As Riad finally withdrew his tongue, the entrance, now gaping from where he had been, remained open, pulsing softly. Henesstia gasped, her head twisting to the side, overcome with the intense sensations.

“Henesstia.”

Riad called her name as he claimed her trembling, tearful lips.

“Grab me if you can.”

Her weakened arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. As she looked up at him, eyes filled with desperation, he licked his wet lips. Her soft cries and the way she rubbed her face against his neck, pleading for him to stop, only seemed to spur him on, as though her resistance was urging him to go further.

Riad slid his hand beneath her waist, gently stroking her back. When Henesstia unconsciously relaxed into his touch, he slipped his middle finger into her parted entrance. Immediately, her trembling body stiffened.

“A-ah… ah!”

Shaking her head, Henesstia looked down at her lower half, watching in disbelief as her body swallowed his finger. The sight was shockingly clear.

Riad, watching her with a satisfied, almost predatory gaze, kissed the corner of her eyes.

His finger pressed deeper into her, reaching places his tongue hadn’t. The narrow, wet space clung tightly to him, but she was accepting him more easily than expected. As clear fluid slowly trickled out, Riad let out a heavy breath, restraining himself as he focused on his probing hand.

“Does it hurt?”

Unable to speak, Henesstia shook her head.

It didn’t hurt, but it felt strange. It was a sensation she had never experienced before. The feeling was odd, a mixture of discomfort and pressure deep inside her belly, but also something that stirred a restless longing within her.

Seeing that her reaction wasn’t bad, Riad finally began to move his finger after keeping it still. His fingers pressed and explored as though searching for something, and her lower abdomen tightened in response.

It was as if her body was helplessly swept away by the waves he created.

He spread her thighs wider, pushing his fingers deeper inside. Her breath came in irregular bursts, a tingling sensation spreading from her core down to her toes.

He scraped the walls of her insides, as if trying to stretch them out, and with every movement, Henesstia clung to him desperately, her trembling hands gripping him as though he were her lifeline.

Then, he hit a spot that made Henesstia scream and arch her back. Her legs kicked into the air as she violently pushed the covers away.

“Hah! Ah, ahh…!”

Riad kissed her fervently, as if he’d been waiting for this moment, while his fingers focused on the spot that made her insides coil and tremble with an unknown sensation building from deep within.

“Ugh! Ngh! My… Count! Ah!”

“Call me Riad. Say my name,” he demanded.

By now, the fluids that had spilled from her soaked his hand and drenched the bed beneath them. Henesstia’s entire body trembled. She pushed at him and hit him, begging him to stop, but he didn’t budge. While she was lost in the overwhelming sensations, he slid another finger inside her. Her stomach felt painfully full, and she writhed in response.

Like scissors, he spread her inner walls apart, creating more space as he inserted a third finger. A strange mix of mild pain and unfamiliar pleasure coursed through her.

With three fingers now inside, it felt as though all her organs were being pushed aside. Her entrance stretched painfully wide, as if it might never close again. His large fingers moved, creating a lewd, wet sound as they pumped in and out.

“Just a little more, you’re doing well,” he murmured.

Finally, Riad began moving his hand in earnest, relentlessly working her sensitive spots with the fingers buried inside her. As he pistoned his fingers, Henesstia’s eyes began to glaze over.

What he had done before was nothing compared to this. It was now clear that those previous touches had merely been a prelude. Henesstia’s mind was conflicted, caught in the contradiction of clinging to the very person who was doing this to her, and she couldn’t stop the moans that escaped her lips.

“Ahh! Ngh! Hngh… Riad, it feels… it feels strange.”

“Let it feel stranger. If you keep tensing, it’ll be harder… Relax, slowly let go.”

Each time he withdrew his fingers, her reddened inner walls clung to him. As Riad licked his lips, he slowed the frantic pace of his hand, though the wet sounds continued as he thrust into her. Henesstia squeezed her eyes shut, afraid that if she exhaled too quickly, an embarrassing sound would escape.

“Slowly. You’re doing well. Just relax a little more.”

“Nngh…”

He held Henesstia close, his hands pressing firmly against her lower abdomen. Each time he applied pressure from the outside, her inner walls quivered in response. Henesstia, trying to adjust with half-lidded eyes, suddenly widened them in shock.

“No, no… stop…”

“You’re doing great. Open your mouth and breathe.”

A sudden urge to relieve herself overwhelmed her. Despite knowing it was wrong, she kicked at his thigh in desperation, trying to free herself from his grip.

“Ah… Ahh! Hngh, ah! Stop, please!”

She was terrified she might embarrass herself if this continued. Her limbs felt weak, and her stomach tensed painfully. Henesstia clawed at his arms, feeling as though she was being pushed over some invisible edge. Her nails left deep scratches on his solid biceps.

“Let me go, please! Count, Ri-Riad!”

Tears welled in Henesstia’s eyes as she pleaded, but Riad did not stop.

Instead, he moved even faster. He wrapped his other arm tightly around her, restraining her writhing body.

“I need to go to the bathroom… Please…!”

“It’s fine. Just do it here.”

“Hic…!”

His shocking words turned her already flushed face an even deeper shade of red. How could he say something like that…?! As she gasped in disbelief, a low chuckle escaped his lips.

Even as he pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead and pushed back her damp hair, he didn’t stop the rapid movements of his hand. Henesstia, with her forehead pressed against his firm chest, shook her head frantically as the overwhelming sensations washed over her. The wet, sloshing sounds coming from her lower half, as if something was being scooped out, were relentless against her insides.

The overwhelming sensation caused her vision to blur, her mind to blank out, and then—she released a clear, transparent fluid in a rush. Her white body trembled violently as she climaxed in his arms.

“Hah… Hngh… Hngh… Ahh…”

Half-conscious, Henesstia didn’t even realize she was crying. Riad licked away her tears as they rolled down her cheeks. Every small touch made her legs twitch uncontrollably, as if her entire body had become hypersensitive.

Her once-tense body went limp, as though her soul had left her. A sporadic shudder ran through her as her body continued to react involuntarily. The first taste of such intense pleasure had been overwhelming. Henesstia gasped for air, her body still tingling with residual sensations.

Is this… really part of what it means to create a child?

Do all couples engage in such acts? In the romance novels she had secretly read, such explicit scenes had never been described. The act was only ever portrayed as something beautiful, sweet, and sacred.

Riad gently pulled Henesstia, who kept slipping out of his arms, back into an embrace before slowly withdrawing his hand. He looked down at his fingers, now swollen from being submerged inside her for so long, and smiled with satisfaction. As he licked off the fluid coating his fingers, he sat up and untied the belt around his waist.

Once his nightgown fell away, his erect member, extending up past his navel, was fully revealed.

Henesstia, who had barely managed to open her tightly shut eyes, stared at it in disbelief. For a moment, she couldn’t comprehend what she was seeing. Why… why is there something long, thick, and dark red hanging between his legs like that? As her scattered thoughts began to piece themselves back together, a small sense of dread tapped at her mind.

“Ah…”

The thing, with veins clearly bulging along its length, was leaking fluid from the tip, glistening ominously. It looked less like a part of his body and more like a weapon. Her lips parted in shock, unaware that the sight of her defenseless expression was only making Riad more ravenous.

“Nngh…”

She couldn’t take her eyes off it. If that entered her, she was sure it would kill her. Was he upset with her, and now he intended to punish her with that?

Panicking, Henesstia hastily loosened her arms from around his neck and placed her hands on his solid chest. The heat radiating from his skin startled her, but before that, a desperate cry escaped her lips.

“W-wait!”

Her voice echoed sharply throughout the room, filled with urgency. Riad, who had been poised to consume her whole from head to toe, paused and slowly raised himself upright. The pressure that had been prodding at her entrance retreated, and Henesstia breathed a small sigh of relief.

With her tear-filled lashes fluttering, she gazed up at him with a face flushed red, her expression pleading.