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From the pain, as if the pelvis were being torn apart, tears flowed.
Eileen, sobbing, clutched at Cesare's shoulders.
Having shrunk into a ball, she convulsively sobbed.
"A-ah, it won't go in...
It's so painful for me, *hic*, frightening..."
But Cesare not only didn't pull out the weapon plunged into her, but on the contrary—methodically continued to drive it deeper.
Not in a state to endure the pain, Eileen dug with her nails into his skin.
She pressed them so strongly that clear marks remained, but he didn't even blink.
On the contrary, this, it seems, only more strongly excited him.
He roughly groaned, met Eileen's gaze.
She, sobbing, looked at him.
Cesare informed Eileen, choking in tears, of the depressing news.
"I entered only half-way."
"Wh... what?.."
Eileen felt she was about to lose consciousness.
Would she not die now?
"In truth I can no more..." Her cheeks were already wet from tears, and from this it became even more bitter.
When she’d just said she could no more, Cesare had assured that she only needed to endure a little.
But it was as before unbearably painful and hard.
He didn't take it out, despite her pleas, and only deeper drove it—from this it was even more offensive.
"*Hic*, y-you said th-that if I endured, it would soon stop hurting!.."
Offense overflowed her, and she, having forgotten for a moment that before her was His Grace the Grand Duke, poured out a reproach.
Cesare laughed, his groans mixed with guffaws.
"I am guilty." He licked her cheek wet from tears and whispered: "Very painful?
Want it to be only pleasant?"
"Ye-es, *hic*, *hic*..."
How can he laugh when she's in such pain?
Eileen with all her might closed her eyelids, directing her gaze to him.
Tears were dripping onto her face, and she looked at him angrily, at which Cesare for some reason smirked even wider.
He slowly slid with his thumb down.
A wet finger gently touched her clitoris.
"Don't cry.
I'll massage you here, all right?"
As soon as the finger slightly pressed the clitoris, Eileen remembered the sensations forgotten because of the pain.
That delight that had brought her to the limit, but which she had never reached, only having cooled to the very end.
Her body, having long languished in an overheated state and forcibly cooled, instantly reacted to the lightest stimulation.
Pleasure spread, like flame over dry grass.
"A-ah, a-ah..."
Stunned by the sudden powerful wave, Eileen widely opened her eyes and groaned.
The body tensed, and below too it squeezed.
Mucous membranes clutched the member, and Cesare hollowly groaned.
Was she squeezing too hard?
Was it not painful for him?
In anxiety she immediately glanced at him.
But Cesare was laughing.
His lips stretched in a mocking smirk.
He pressed down the clitoris and began roughly rubbing it.
Each time the swollen bump was crumpled under fingers, the bottom of the stomach was pierced with goosebumps, and from the vagina lubricant flooded, loudly savoring the member.
The male dignity inside her pulsed.
Each bulge of a vein, each degree of his heat—everything was distinctly felt.
An undescribable feeling.
When Cesare took her nipple in his mouth, Eileen shook her head.
But sensations only intensified, and she in panic fidgeted.
She grabbed his hand, trying not to surrender to the pleasure that had surged like a wave.
But to resist there was no strength.
Saliva flowed from her mouth, and she only hollowly groaned like a beast.
"Khkh, khyyyy!"
Something huge was looming.
All those feelings that until now had only swayed like waves now merged into one and broke out.
Goosebumps ran over the whole body, each hair stood on end.
Eileen with difficulty moved her stiffened tongue.
"Khyyy, a, n-no, this, is impossible..." She tried to catch her breath and already opened her mouth, as suddenly Cesare sharply jerked his hips, simultaneously having intensified the clitoris stimulation.
The thick member spread her from inside, having entered down to the very base.
In that moment when it fully vanished inside, Eileen forcibly reached the peak.
*‘!..’*
Stars flared before her eyes, the body arched back.
She bent like a bow, grabbed Cesare's hands and shook in convulsions.
Belatedly an outcry broke from her mouth.
It was clearly a cry on the verge of life and death, but, saturated with air, it sounded indistinguishable from a lustful groan.
"Khkhik, ha-a, a-ah, khit, ykh, a-ah!" She cried out, pushing off with feet from the sheet.
Not noticing that her face was flooded with saliva and tears.
Only waited for when this agonizing delight would finally end.
It was agonizingly strong and excessively long.
All because the long-held peak surged at once.
Her deepest corners, opened by the thick member, languished from unbearable ecstasy.
The whole body tensed, trying to resist, but Eileen's desperate attempts were immediately broken.
"Khu-u, Eileen..." Because the man who’d driven his weapon into her to the end began to caress her nipple.
"You've accepted me completely...
Is it no longer painful?"
Eileen couldn't answer.
Only groans broke from her lips.
It was so hard for her that she barely grabbed his wrists.
And Cesare stopped.
Instead he bent his arms at the sides of her head and, having leaned, kissed her.
Slowly as if rocking with hips.
To her great embarrassment, at each movement a squelching sound rang out.
The lubricant flowing from the vagina soaked the place of their junction, forming a wet spot on the sheet.
Inside, previously squeezed, now it became much softer.
So much that Cesare's member moved without hindrance.
The pain dulled and no longer caused suffering.
At each gentle movement of his dignity, when it rubbed against the mucous, all her body—to the last hair—shuddered from delight.
Moreover, the vagina itself squeezed, greedily sucking in the member.
It was enough for it to slightly come out as it was immediately sucked in even deeper.
It seemed this body was no longer hers.
Overwhelmed by sudden fear, she called him, having sobbed.
"Cesare-sama..." Looking into his red eyes, she continued to call again and again.
"Khyit, ykhkh, Cesare-sama, Cesare-sama..."
Understood nothing.
In this infinitely frightening and alien world Cesare was her only support.
She called him as if only he alone could save her.
Fortunately, Cesare waited until she calmed down.
Her body was still thumping, but, it seems, she came to herself a little.
Having woken, Eileen asked him the most important question.
"Cesare-sama, khyit, y-you will come now?"
"How to say."
"Since you entered...
Will you not come and finish?" Eileen imploringly asked.
"Please, come soon."
Cesare slowly drew in breath and exhaled.
She saw how his powerful chest rose and fell.
"Eileen." He pronounced her name already in a lower voice.
Cesare, slightly tilting head to the side, asked: "You want the husband to come in you?"
"Yes... khyyy." Eileen without a shadow of doubt submissively nodded.
And then, following his words, asked again.
"Come in me..."
Cesare smirked.
Eileen felt a light anxiety and quickly blinked.
But it was already late.
From his lips a relaxed phrase escaped.
"All right, since it's the wedding night, I'll do as the wife wants." He spoke as if he were ready to please Eileen in everything.
But, contrary to the careless tone, in his eyes there was not a shadow of patience.
When Eileen instinctively sensed something wrong, Cesare sharply pulled his hips back.
His flesh, slipping out, scraped the mucous.
She didn't even have time to shudder from this and groan as the thick member was immediately driven with a squelch to the very base.
"A, khyyy!
Che-Cesare-sama!" Belatedly realizing what was happening, Eileen in panic tried to push him away.
But Cesare interlaced fingers and pinned her to the bed.
His scarlet eyes, having become frighteningly bright, stared at her.
He laughed, and his gaze was blazing.
"I will be coming in you until your bottom closes up, Eileen."