Predatory Marriage — Chapter 43. Two Figures Basking in the Moonlight (1)
On a normal occasion, had she heard his salacious words, perhaps she’d have blushed. The erotic words, out of embarrassment, would have made her unpleasantly quiver. However, Leah currently could not muster any reaction. At this very moment, she was wooden.
It felt as if the overwhelming amount of pleasure from Ishakan’s intense attack had numbed her brain, turning it into a mushed pudding. In her weakened state, she was only capable of powerlessly grasping the hem of her dress with her trembling hands.
Crimson palm prints adorned her pale, powerless thighs. Ishakan, still unsated, sucked her flesh hard between his lips, leaving just another glaring mark.
The act was so wild, that looking down, the inside of her thighs could be seen dotted with his traces. It was a clear meaning.
You are mine.
Exhausted and completely powerless, Leah suddenly flinched back. Whilst being ravished by him, her eye accidentally caught sight of it. The barbaric king took hold of what he had just taken out of the waistline of his trousers.
With such a monstrosity she’d seen, even in her drug-induced, hazy state, she felt uneasy, thinking that it would be too much for her to accommodate—unbearable even.
His thick member had bulging blood vessels the shade of a deep, rich wine. In its engorged state, the fresh blood rushing to the end visibly pulsed. To say the raw size of the gen*tal*a, was as large as the head of a young beast, was not an exaggeration.
Ishakan’s fingers rubbed her petals and tapped the head of his thick length against her entrance. The act, bringing them closer together, made her heart race.
With the drug in her veins, she found it hard to speak—her speech distorted, her words slurred without her control. Nonetheless, she fought against the weight of her tongue.
“It’s too big…It, It won’t fit…” Words escaped from her lips in a stutter.
Ishakan’s chuckle, which sounded distant, grazed her ears. “It fit last time. Have you forgotten already?”
In contrary to what he had just said, there was no way she could forget their heated encounter. How could she? It had been the most shocking experience of Leah’s life. However, seeing her unresponsive expression, Ishakan concluded by himself that she had, indeed, forgotten.
A low grumble came out his throat, and he laughed mischievously. “I’ll have to put it in often then, so you won’t forget.”
Before Leah could utter anything in response, Ishakan pushed himself inside her. She couldn’t help but cry out, as soon as his thick member went in—the immense pleasure and the inevitable pain that came with it, was overwhelming.
His shaft was not something her body could easily accommodate. Even though he had diligently loosened her up with his fingers, her lower part squeezed him tightly, a feeble attempt to push back the foreign object.
Her stomach felt full to the brim, that a slight bulge could be seen. Her tears mixed with saliva trailed down her chin.
It was then that he started to move his waist back and forth a bit, then he gripped Leah’s waist tightly and rammed in, pushing the rest of him inside her in one motion mercilessly. His rod, which plunged into her without notice, suddenly hit her innermost part.
This time, she couldn’t even scream. Leah could only tremble and manage to let out short gasps and cries. Her wet and sticky insides, convulsed, chewing at the large intruder.
“F*ck, Leah…” A guttural moan came from Ishakan.
His adam’s apple bobbed, and a seething voice spouted out shakingly.
“Ugh…you’re clenching so hard…”
Leah’s feet that had floundered helplessly through the air had almost touched the ground. Ishakan grabbed her ankles and lifted it up.
“Be careful with your feet.”
It was only then did she remember that she had wounds on the soles of her feet. Their union had made her delirious. She had been too drunk on the excitement to feel the pain. Ishakan perched Leah’s leg on the expanse of his shoulder. As her hips were lifted, her waist bent back allowing her dress to flow down freely, revealing her skin even more.
Ishakan frowned, maybe it was because the dress was too cumbersome, that even when he held it down with his hands, it still got in the way. He wasn’t patient enough to finely untie each of the complicated ribbons and knots on her dress. He needed to strip it off completely in the fastest way possible.
The veins on his hands showed how tense he was to rid the bothersome clothing. His fingers hooked onto the soft silk and organza, and with little effort, completely tore her dress off of her.
A flash of worry crossed her mind at the ripping sound of cloth. However, that worry was short lived as it faded away as fast as it came. Ishakan held her by the back of her thighs, lifting it. Her legs dangled in the air as her body bent over.
The muscles firmly squeezed with power. She thought he was going to relent, when suddenly, he pressed his full weight in one sharp movement. From above, he began to pound on her ruthlessly.
The fast, heavy motions as his length moved in and out of her, drilled her down to the earth. Leah opened her eyes wide and tears welled down her face at his ferocious attack.
Her body was no longer hers. In sync with him, she rocked his fast rhythm, the weight-bearing tip of his sword was piercing through her belly. She couldn’t breathe and her eyes blinked in frenzy.
Her heated body foolishly took him. Leah laid there convulsing, shaken to the point she was unable to move even an inch. Her loud groans that constantly rang out were music to Ishakan’s ears.
He pushed Leah so far to the edge that she was given no room to think about holding back her scandalous moans, even though they were outside.
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