How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 1. The Beast
This chapter has been re-worked by Regan, we have picked up the novel from chapter 64
Editor’s Note: Hi folks! We will be going back and filling in all the chapters that were previously translated elsewhere on the web because your editor is an obsessive completionist, and sometimes, while the translation from Korean to English is literally correct, there might have been missed implications and subtleties that leave a lot of important nuances behind, or adds an unfortunate connotation that didn’t exist in the original story. For example: “Blue-blooded Bavarians” means something very different in English than what the author intended.
So feel free to re-read and enjoy as they are posted! I will mark all the ones I complete as edited by me.
Annette grabbed at the sheets of the bed as her body rocked violently. She was on the trembling edge of consciousness. Her legs were shaking under her, pitiful.
But the muscular hands that reached from behind her were not ready to let her rest. The man grabbed her, lifting her curving ass back up again, and as he did his hips pounded ferociously.
The thing that struck her so deeply inside was hard and heavy and the insides of her legs were sticky with their fluidxs. He had already been driving into her for hours with no sign of exhaustion.
“Mmm…mmm, now, stop…” Annette begged, sobbing. She was completely exhausted.
With her long, disheveled blonde hair spread across the bed, her skin flushed and her eyes filled with tears, she was so lovely and tantalizing, any man would have wanted to chew her up.
I’m going to swallow her whole one day.
The man looked down at Annette, his blue eyes monstrous with that thought. The man’s body pinned her down, so large and muscular that no one behind him could have glimpsed Annette’s petite body.
Every time he rammed his thick p3nis deep inside he, a rumbling groan escaped him, and Annette felt as if she were being assaulted by a beast. Her petite body shuddered.
“It’s…it’s too hard, slow…down, ahhh, now stop…please?”
A teardrop slid down her pale cheek. The man paused for a moment, and then remembered to pretend he was unaffected by her pitiful pleas. His hand skimmed under her, his fingers over her cl!toris, and Annette trembled as he teased her heated opening. Those fingers were hard and roughened from practice with swords, stimulating her all the more.
Pretending not to notice her sensitivity, he mischievously flicked her swollen cl!toris, and Annette moaned as the exhilarating pleasure washed through her body.
Withdrawing his hand, he showed it to her. The fingers that had touched her were slippery with her fluids.
The man licked the translucent honey from his fingers, the corners of his mouth stretching in a cruel smirk.
“You want me to stop? That’s funny, when the mouth down here is holding me so tightly. But the mouth up here is saying something different. Your mouth is filled with lies, Annette Bavaria. Your family always lies.”
Annette looked up at him, his resentful eyes and beautiful lips. He had a cold visage and sensual red lips, a sensational beauty that would make even a woman jealous. But every word he spat from those lips was obscene, and filled with bitterness.
When he saw those teary eyes glazed with pleasure, it made him oddly excited. His p3nis, buried deep inside, jerked like a living creature and swelled larger. Reflexively, Annette tightened inside, and the man’s face darkened. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He began thrusting into her again.
“Shhh, Annette,” he whispered. “If you really want me to stop, please don’t open this filthy hole for me. It’s making me crazy, I want to squeeze it all in now. Do you want me to finish quickly? Then spread your legs wider.”
The lewd words pouring from his mouth bothered her. They filled her with shame, and when he was done speaking, he only pounded her harder. Every time he thrust deep, she felt as if her inside were burning, choking on him. Every time his hard p3nis mercilessly struck her heated inner walls, her vision went white with pleasure. Her little opening, which had learned the joy of these love affairs, trembled around him and tightened on his g3nitals, overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Oh…uh uh uh aah!”
Searing breaths and heated kisses rained onto her slender neck and shoulders. Sweat-slick bodies were joined, and bare limbs intertwined tightly in the dark. Large hands grasped Annette’s face, turning it to the side as his weighty tongue invaded her mouth.
Annette accepted the pleasure he provided. When his thick p3nis stabbed her inside, it felt so good she couldn’t think of anything. The more intense her pleasure became, the tighter she squeezed him and the more he rubbed her inner walls, until she was screaming with pleasure.
It felt as if this would never end. Terrified, Annette tried unconsciously to crawl away, frightened of the terrible heat of his body and the rough handling that could so easily crush her. But the beast who had already had a taste of this sweet prey had no intention of letting it get away. His big hand pressed down on her back, instantly blocking every escape.
His other hand pulled her hips closer, roughly thrusting in and out of her wet opening. Deeper, faster, he rammed into her. His hands locked around her waist as his thrusts became more violent and powerful.
As his p3nis rubbed all her good places, the last faint remnants of her reason blew away. All that was left was the melting pleasure between her legs. Her inner walls clamped around him as she convulsed in org@sm.
The climax was so incredible, Annette couldn’t even moan properly. Gasping, she clung to his body as if he were an anchor. Her narrow opening, already so tight, gripped still harder, as if it wanted to devour him whole. Her body convulsed with pleasure, the thick scent of s3x filling the air.
The monstrous man groaned with sensation as her insides spasmed and tightened. Blue veins stood stark in his neck as he clenched his jaw and plunged deeper inside her.
He let out a hot moan. His p3nis swelled, and thick white fluid gushed out, spurting inside her, dripping down her legs. Annette’s exhausted body slumped onto the bed, and her eyes were half-closed as she tried to control her chaotic breath.
The man looked down at her with a slight smile. The sight of that small, tender woman gave him a feeling of terrible satisfaction. And still, he wanted to taste her a little more.
Bending his head, he stroked his tongue into her ear, licking a little clumsily. Those light pink ears were so lovely, he wanted to eat them up.
Annette, whose ears were sensitive, squealed in surprise. Those muffled sobs and breathless moans made him hard all over again.
“Annette, Annette…what a terribly shameless body this is.”
The man murmured the words as if in reproach, but the one who was really aroused was him. Annette was struck with fright as she felt him stiffening again. If they did it one more time, she really might die.
Tears welled in her large pink eyes. Turning her head, she faced the man, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking up at him with her most pitiful face.
The man paused.
He always became weak when Annette pulled that face. He knew it was another of her tricks, and he was falling for it, but he was helpless. Even when he wanted to have her to his heart’s content, every time her soft lips touched his face, there was a strange tickling in the corner of his heart.
When she said his name, it sounded so soft and pleading. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, feeling himself weaken. He could have continued to use her soft body, but somehow he didn’t want to anymore. Every time this woman whispered in that soft voice, the ferocious anger inside him was soothed.
That is a dangerous thing.
Raphael drew himself up and spoke coldly.
“Such a cunning Bavaria woman.”
Though his words were icy, Annette knew the truth. He actually meant that he would let her go.
Freed from the arms of the monstrous man, Annette drew a silent breath. Even after she had come back, her husband was still extremely vigorous, and very mean person. In her previous life, Annette used to cry herself to sleep every night.
Sometimes the wounds in her heart made her feel desiccated, like a dry blade of grass, and Annette was often ill. The last moments of her previous life were spent in a sickbed. Their past marriage had been an extremely unhappy one.
But this time, it would be different.
Annette was determined to tame her wicked beast of a husband, and live a life of comfort. She wasn’t sure yet whether that would mean a happy marriage or a divorce, but this time, the choice would be in her hands.
Raphael draped a robe over his muscular body, which bore many signs of the war, and reached for the door as if to leave. Annette lifted her head feebly.
“Thank you, Raphael. Good night…”
Of course, there was no reply. He turned his back as if she hadn’t spoken and coldly left her bedroom. As the door shut, a cool breeze brushed her cheeks, and Annette touched her face, consoling herself. It was all right. To tame a beast, one had to begin with praise.
Annette smiled. She was exhausted.
Her mission this life was to make Raphael a good husband.