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Of course, Eileen had expected to see not this.
She just wanted to check the scars, but suddenly face to face encountered a huge serpent.
Eileen froze, as if having met Medusa's gaze.
While Eileen stood like a statue, Cesare removed his leather gloves.
The black gloves with a dull thud fell on the floor, and now on Cesare's left hand only the wedding ring remained on the ring finger.
Until this moment Eileen had only distractedly looked, but the instinct of self-preservation made her slowly move her buttocks back.
However, even having fled over the bed, she turned out on the same bed.
She was interested in what sex with Cesare was.
Each time he touched her, she was frightened and strange, but in the end she received strong pleasure.
If even from the touch of just one finger she experienced such pleasure, then what awaited her when he entered her completely?
She also liked Cesare's voice when he calmed and persuaded her.
Unlike his usually relaxed manner, in his voice now impatience and excitement were felt, from which she had a tingling in the bottom of her stomach.
Therefore, although the wedding night caused her tension, she didn't experience unbearable fear.
For she knew that in the end Cesare would give her pleasure.
Having become a Duchess, she, of course, must fulfill her duties.
So Eileen decided today on the wedding night to do everything in her power...
*‘H-he... i-is very large.’*
Words of themselves were tangled.
Eileen cautiously asked him: "Can this... can this at all go inside?"
Even when he’d inserted a finger, she was in much pain and difficulty.
The pain was so strong that only after long caresses from Cesare had she been able to feel real pleasure.
If even with one finger she so groaned, then how can this... this stake go in?
This seemed impossible from the point of view of anatomy.
But, looking at Eileen's concerned face, Cesare not only didn't share her anxieties, but also laughed.
Barely restraining laughter, he beckoned her with a finger.
Eileen, having moved further away, slowly approached again.
Cesare didn't answer her question, and instead asked:
"Want to touch?"
This time he didn't and didn't forcibly pull her hand.
Just roguishly narrowed his narrow eyes and whispered in a low seductive voice: "You are after all interested."
Eileen glanced at him, then stealthily lowered her eyes to "it."
As shameful as it was to say, but at first it seemed disgusting to her.
There was little in common with the images of male genitals in books.
Maybe, the difference between picture and reality, but when his member appeared before her in all its glory, she felt stunned.
The thickness and length, like of a forearm, protruding veins, scrotum the size of a fist and the heat coming from it—compared with Cesare, the member in the picture looked childish.
But the more she looked, the more she got used to it.
Having slightly mastered herself, she felt a simple interest.
Not realizing it herself, Eileen began to study his member, like a botanist examining a plant.
*‘If he is tall, then this too should be large?’* Cesare was much taller than average height.
Hands and feet of his were also large, so this part of the body, apparently, corresponded to proportions.
The shape of the member, slightly curved up, was unusual.
Flowers, reproductive organs of angiosperms, took the most different forms for reproduction.
Perhaps Cesare's reproductive organ was a result of evolution.
Maybe such a shape was better suited for continuing the race...
While she was intently scanning his member, Cesare again softly nudged her: "Touch it, eh?"
"..."
"One needs to little by little get used to it.
Ahead we have many such nights."
From his gentle whisper Eileen's heart fluttered.
*‘If I touch... will he like it?’* Even if she couldn't show herself experienced to him, she wanted this night to give pleasure to both of them.
She didn't want only to receive, giving nothing in return.
Inserting it inside was scary, but touch she definitely could.
As Cesare said, one needed to get used to it.
Having gathered her courage, she held out a hand.
Her uncertain movement was painfully slow, but, following Cesare's instructions, she cautiously approached and finally touched the member.
"!.."
But, barely the tips of her fingers touched him, an unfamiliar sensation and heat made her wince and instantly jerk back her hand.
"It's all right." Cesare didn't get angry and didn't hurry her.
He just waited until she tried again.
Eileen again gathered her spirit and held out a hand to his member.
If it went on like this, they wouldn't move from the spot all night, so this time she boldly grabbed it.
The member captured in hand hotly pulsed and writhed.
Above her head a low groan rang out, and Cesare's firm belly sharply tensed and trembled.
Before the frightened Eileen could jerk back her hand, a large palm covered her hand.
Cesare took Eileen's hand and began slowly to lead with it over his member.
She felt under her palm each thick vessel on his tensed member.
From the head a sticky transparent fluid began to drip.
"M-m, Eileen..." Cesare groaned her name.
Eileen, who’d raised her gaze to him, didn't dare move, leaving her hand in his power.
He frowned heavily.
A distorted face, heavy breathing with a swelling chest—all this was so unusual.
Seeing impatience and lust in his red eyes, Eileen felt her hair stir.
Cesare, always so relaxed and imperturbable.
The thought that it was she who’d brought him to such a state caused a strange excitement.
Over her nipples untouched by anyone's hand and crotch a strange sensation ran.
*‘I want to see more.’* Overwhelmed by a strong impulse, she squeezed it a bit tighter.
Her timid but more active response made the member increase in size.
Completely hardened, it writhed, and the head seemed swollen.
When fluid poured from the urinary canal, Eileen in fright looked at Cesare.
Their gazes met, and his body's muscles tensed, the contours became even clearer.
Cesare emitted a boiling groan and briefly, sharply jerked his hand.
Eileen's palm, moistened with transparent fluid, roughly rubbed against the member, emitting indecent sounds.
She couldn't take her eyes off it, as if she were hypnotized.
Looking as fluid flowed from Cesare's member, Eileen felt how it tickled between her legs and became wet.
Something drove her forward, and, having slightly parted her lips, she looked at him—at that moment Cesare clenched his teeth.
He sharply lowered the hand that was caressing his member.
"M-m, aaaah..."
In that same moment from the head thick fluid sprayed.
White substance plopped on her chest and with sticky trickles crawled down.
Flowing over the curves, it accumulated on the protruding nipples, like drops of milk.
Only when the fluid covering her chest began to flow lower did Eileen realize that his semen had got on her chest.
Burning from shame Eileen in confusion stared at Cesare.
She couldn't believe she’d just seen him come right before her.
His eyelids had reddened.
The face, still keeping echoes of orgasm, was frighteningly lustful.
Cesare narrowed his eyes and stared at Eileen.
She thought that, having satisfied his desire, he would calm down a bit.
But no.
On the contrary, his eyes burned even more brightly.
For a moment Eileen thought that he would fling her on the bed and by force enter her.
But the fear in her eyes quickly vanished.
Cesare gently smiled and lead with a finger over her lips.
"Forgive me, did I frighten you?"
Only now did she realize that drops of his semen had got in her mouth too.
Cesare accurately wiped her lips, and then just as naturally pulled off the soiled peignoir.
In the blink of an eye Eileen was deprived of cover and remained quite naked.
He flung the peignoir on the floor, picked Eileen up in his arms and laid her in the center of the bed.
Still under the impression of the semen on her chest, Eileen automatically glanced at his groin—and experienced even greater shock.
"E-eh?.."
Unconsciously having emitted a surprised sound, Eileen, not taking her eyes off his member, spoke: "Cesare-nim...
It seems to me... it has become even larger than it was..."
The member that had just come was now standing even more resolutely than before.