Episode 43

Elouise, pinned beneath Marcus’s arms, couldn’t move. It felt like being caught in a spider’s web.

As he kissed her neck and nipped her collarbone, she regretted not tying her robe tighter—and then, immediately, regretted not taking it off sooner. A strange mix of feelings. Wanting two opposite things at once.

Maybe that was what made love so astonishing.

With one finger, Marcus untied her robe and gently traced her body through her nightclothes. Even through the thin fabric, his heat was overwhelming—terrifying, electrifying.

He gaped at her chest as if it were something precious, then kissed just above her heart before returning to her cheek. Elouise wriggled, ticklish—but it was no use. When his warm breath reached her ear, she went still.

Even when his large, heated hand cupped her breast.

Something deep in her stomach throbbed.

His hand was bigger than she expected. Her breast overflowed from his grip.

Terrified, she looked up.

Marcus was no longer smiling.

He was looking at her—and her body—with eyes full of gravity, and depth.

“You’re beautiful.”

“…”

“Beautiful, El.”

Marcus kissed her lips again and again, then trailed from the nape of the neck to the collarbone of her chest line.

He hooked the dress’s neckline with his fingertips and drew it down. The ribbon fastening it slipped free with little resistance. One of Elouise’s full breasts emerged, the fabric falling away to reveal a flushed, taut nipple rising at its center.

Marcus rounded her chest a couple of times with his palm as Elouise flinched in arousal. But what was more embarrassing came next. The man firmly grasped the bottom of her chest and swallowed her nipple whole.

"Ah."

Elouise, startled, attempted a failed try at hoisting herself up. Marcus had already situated himself between her legs, and the man was too big for her to simply push him away.

Elouise quickly peeked at the man hanging from her chest before shutting her eye tightly. She wanted to cry at the sight of a grown man sucking her breast. But it was strange. Contrary to her reluctance, her body was melting in ecstasy.

Marcus steadily kissed and licked down to the bottom of her breast. Each time Marcus kissed her chest, her nipples stood erect. As he gently rubbed Elouise's opposite breast with his other hand, her lower body twisted with each hand gesture. Eventually, when Marcus swallowed her nipple with his tongue, Elouise pleaded.

"Ah, wait a minute. Please."

But Marcus didn't stop. Every time he teased with his tongue, Elouise couldn't stop twisting. His right hand slowly lifted up the hem of her tangled dress and gown.

Even in the midst of his insane actions, Elouise could vividly feel the hot touch of his palms grasping the back of her knees and thighs. It left a twinge of itches with a thrill of excitement. The flesh that had never been touched by others screamed at the unfamiliar sensation.

"Hnng."

When Marcus planted his hand underneath her chest, Elouise eventually groaned. He pressed his lips as if he were stamping his mark and began indulging her other breast.

Elouise was now aware. Marcus's firm hand was already sliding against her exposed thigh. Summoning what little courage remained, she reached for his leg.

When her fingertips brushed against the hard bulge in Marcus's trousers, the man froze. As he slowly looked up at her, Elouise parted her lips, her face flushed red.

"Hah, I thought it would be difficult to take off your clothes by yourself...”

“…Me?"

“…If not, then who."

"Ah, El."

Marcus let out a soft laugh. His breath, laced with a chuckle, brushed the tip of her chest. The man looked up, pressed his lips gently to her cheek a couple of times, and whispered faintly.

"I've dressed alone for at least 20 years. Of course I can manage."

“…If you don't like it, quit speaking...”

"No, I don't. I don't like it at all."

Marcus said so and gently rubbed her chest. When he twirled her nipples with his fingertips, Elouise gasped. Marcus whispered.

"Having a lady use her hands in bed, that's not going to happen within my domain. Elouise."

“…”

"If it’s not that you dislike it because I’m clumsy, then I’d rather you not raise your hand at all."

He called himself clumsy, but it was clear the man still carried the weight of this marital history between the two.

Even if the marriage had been a lie.

Elouise suppressed the urge to sigh. In front of this man, she was a woman who had only ever been married twice—both times in name only. It was almost absurd. One fake marriage he didn’t know about, and one fake marriage with him.

She reached out deliberately, wrapped her arms around Marcus’s neck, kissed him, and whispered—pushing aside her spiraling thoughts.

"You're not clumsy."

"I see. That’s good to hear. I thought you were saying this on purpose—because you were fed up with someone like me, just stumbling through it."

Despite saying that, Marcus kept stroking, groping, and crushing her body. His hands, which were occupied groping and releasing her breasts in repeated motions, were now patting her thighs with a blatant touch.

As Elouise leaned back unknowingly, Marcus propped her back with his hands and inserted a couple of pillows into the backrest. Elouise sighed languidly. The man's finger rubbed over her underwear. Her slippery, wet, palm-sized underwear.

"Ahng!"

As Elouise hardened, Marcus leaned down and kissed her on the stomach. Simultaneously, he slowly rubbed his fingers over her crotch. Her panties were immediately drenched, and the man lightly bit her lower abdomen with his teeth.

"Hnn....”

Elouise could now clearly see what the man was planning to do. This man—he was going to go for the pitch.

But… this is…

Elouise scrambled for clarity inside her head. She had been an excellent governess, but she had never taught her students about this side of marital life.

More often than not, it was she who ended up learning from them. To be precise—from the wives who had already married and no longer needed her instruction. Former students turned into friends.

Those wives had told her all kinds of things about married life—the strangest, most vulgar, and secretive of acts. And yet, they often described it as their favorite.

Even the most refined, well-educated wife she knew had once admitted, "I know it's disgraceful, but sometimes I remember what he did just once, and it still drives me mad."

But this… this felt a little wrong, didn’t it?

It was too late to think that now.

In the meantime, the quick-witted man loosened her underwear strap and stroked her private area. Elouise closed her eyes as he pressed her wet folds with his finger slowly and deliberately.

Marcus began to rub her clitoris in circles, even as she twitched without time to react at the shocking sensation. Elouise's thighs were very tense.

The man slowly but faithfully stimulated her peak. Elouise closed her eyes and leaned back in arousal.

"Oh, hnng…”

Her small groans steadily gained volume. As she moaned, Marcus buried his face between her legs and stuck out his tongue to lick her v*ginal opening.

"Hnng, Marcus."

However, far from answering her call, Marcus licked her folds more enthusiastically. Elouise's leg subconsciously spread apart. She was unable to supply even the bit of strength she had left.

She gasped, a flicker of memory returning—the shy, flushed expressions her married friends had worn. If this is what they meant… My God.

Clearly, Elouise had taught them well. Ironically so. Because if anyone had tried to explain this behavior to her in words, she could only have responded with a string of curses and astonished exclamations.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, her shoulders tensed with effort, but there was no room for relief. The man was licking her like a starving dog, and Elouise had to fight the overwhelming urge to pull Marcus’s head into her arms.

"Ah, ah, Marcus, please stop....”

"Shall we stop?"

The man's voice had dropped noticeably lower. Elouise shivered, shaking her head as a chill ran through her. He chuckled in front of her innermost parts—even the sound of his laughter made her breath hitch and her head spin. Marcus gave her a few lingering, regretful licks below before sitting up. The bridge of his sharp nose and the area around his lips were wet.

"Hah…"

Elouise couldn’t bear to look at him any longer. Her face felt like it was going to explode, so she buried it in the blanket beside her.

Marcus, meanwhile, wiped his face with the back of his hand, then reached for the cup on the nearby table and took a long sip of water.

She wasn’t the only one disheveled. His hair was damp with sweat, his face flushed, and his shirt completely wrinkled. Even with her face pressed into the blanket, he handled her with such familiarity—cupping her chest and coaxing her to lift her head.

"No—"

"You have to look at me, El."

Then he kissed her on the cheek and smiled softly. While Elouise attempted reproaching him, he began to slowly poke his finger into her.

"Ahn! Hey, hold on!"

There was no time for Elouise to be surprised. Marcus devoured her lips frantically.

It was a fierce and unrestrained kiss—completely different from the soft, teasing peck before. The reason for the sudden intensity was clear. The lingering sensation of the flavor that had entered her lower lips was vivid, and not entirely pleasant. It was obvious the man was trying to draw out her full reaction, to overwhelm her senses. Marcus whispered lazily between smooches.

"Hold on a little."

Her place had already been soaked for a while now, so she didn't feel sick or unpleasant. But it was unfamiliar, and it didn't feel entirely welcoming to have something stuck inside her.

Marcus slowly whipped her inside with his middle finger, pressing her clit with his thumb. It was a strange, bewildering sensation, but gradually she got accustomed to it, and the pain turned into pleasure. Elouise once again embraced the blanket beside her, but Marcus pulled her hand and situated it on his shoulder.

One more finger stretched inside her walls.

She clasped Marcus' shoulders and writhed in pleasure. When it came time for the man's two fingers to sufficiently pull in and out with swift motions, she nearly fainted. She steadily raised her waist. The obscene sound continued while Elouise subconsciously shook her waist little by little to match Marcus' movements.

She hadn’t truly realized that the act she only occasionally imagined in her mind could stir up so many emotions all at once.

When Marcus pulled his finger out, Elouise gazed up with regret. It wasn't long before her regretful expression was replaced with one of pure horror. Marcus had unbuttoned his trousers, only for an erection to peek its firm head through his underwear. She was frightened by the enormous size.

"That, that...”

“…Should I not do it?"

The man immediately noticed her fear and asked quickly. Elouise hesitated for a moment, caught in conflict, but then shook her head.

“No, no. It’s all right.”

“…Elouise, I really—”

“Do it.”

Her tone was firm, almost commanding, and Marcus yielded far too easily. Disobeying her had never been an option to begin with.

Marcus carefully placed his member over her v*gina and rubbed it a few times. He seemed to be in a bit of a hurry, the damp heat intensifying his anticipation. When he finally began to push himself into Elouise’s opening, her eyes welled with tears. Nothing he had inserted previously came close to the pressure of flavor packed into this single bite.

"Ah, ah.... Ugh."

"Elouise."

"It's okay, hnnng. Hah, ah."

Marcus was also struggling. The unexpected pressure within her v*ginal walls was unlike anything he’d imagined.

He chose to pull back rather than rush it. Slowly withdrawing his c*ck, he gently stroked Elouise’s cheek and used his other hand to swirl her clitoris over his member. As she settled into the unfamiliar sensation, Marcus carefully pushed past her p*ssy lips.

After a long back-and-forth, he finally managed to fit his whole form in one swoop. It had taken forever, and it was driving Marcus crazy. Of course, Elouise was overwhelmed as well.

"El, relax."

"I can’t… It’s so strange…"

Caught between the intense flavor and the odd sensation within her v*gina, she felt on the verge of tears. As Marcus patiently catered to her in slow, careful motions, something unfamiliar fluttered deep within her stomach.

That strange feeling arose from deep within her stomach—Elouise closed her eyes, on the edge of tears, her heart pounding. Marcus pecked her gently on the forehead.

"Open your eyes, El."

“H-hah… ahngg…”

“Do you know how we look right now?”

At that, Elouise cracked her eyes open—and gasped at the sight in front of her. She was half-reclining, held by Marcus, legs stretched out for balance. He was kneeling between them, his d*ck positioned within her depths, grinning with rare delight.

“I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“Marcus…”

“You’re absolutely stunning. So… so stunning.”

Of course, she didn’t look pretty in the usual sense—her clothes were all messy, sweat soaked her shoulders and chest, and her legs were spread wide. But the man before her was kissing every part of her body as if hypnotized.

“I never knew… I never knew anything could taste this incredible. Ah, El.”

“Ah, hnng…”

Elouise couldn’t answer Marcus. Because the man slowly began to thrust.

He gently pushed his member in and pulled back repeatedly, and each time Elouise gasped softly. Sometimes her reaction was so loud she surprised herself, but before she could catch her breath, he sent forth another attack of endless thrusts.

“This is amazing, El. So amazing.”

“A-ah! S-slowly…”

“Sorry, El. I just… I can’t slow down, haa…”

There was a thud. Elouise couldn’t even hold Marcus anymore. As she collapsed backwards, he lifted her hips and thrust. His member reached in deeper. Tears formed at the corners of her irises. The stimulation became more intense to the point where her eyes blanked out.

She wanted to tell him to stop, but Elouise didn’t say a word. If the man truly stopped now, she might feel deeply hurt.

The pleasure was rising uncontrollably. Elouise lost her mind and moaned uncontrollably alongside Marcus’s movements. She felt like she was going to die if this continued any further. Marcus’ thrusts only increased in pace, and at one point, as he crushed his member within her deepest point, Elouise screeched with a mix of both pain and pleasure.

"Ahh, hng!”

The strength in her fingertips naturally filled her and she gripped the blanket tightly. She had reached her climax.

Marcus ejaculated within her almost simultaneously. He slowed down his movements.

“Hnng…”

And finally, the man’s movements came to a stop. Elouise narrowed her eyes, then closed them again.

She was too tired to say anything or do anything.

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