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Not having had time to realize the sense of his words, Cesare came in motion.
Only now did Eileen understand how much he had been restrained until this moment.
"Kh-kkh... m-mkh... a-ah!.."
Her body shook each time his muscular body raised her from below.
His member plunged to the very base, and then came out, repeating this again and again.
Each time the thick head spread the walls of her pussy, breath of itself was intercepted.
The member curved up scratched her from inside, and from her lips strange, intermittent sounds involuntarily escaped.
From the sensation as if she were being pierced through, fingers of hands and feet convulsively squeezed.
She wanted to cry out from fear, but from her lips quite other words escaped, dictated by dizzying pleasure: "M-mkh... khkhkh... th-there... g-good..."
"Here?" Cesare again asked, purposefully striking at Eileen's weakest spot.
"Want deeper?"
"Ye-es... khkhkh... a-aa... th-there... p-please..."
Her consciousness became absolutely white.
As if it had turned into a clean sheet on which nothing remained except naked instinct.
Nerves sharpened so much that it was already painful.
Her delicate, deprived of any protection flesh collided with the firm member, balls and groin of the man, having reddened from this to a bright pink color.
And yet her body, as if broken, turned each new thrust into waves of pleasure.
Each time the member was driven into the deepest place inside, Eileen cried out and trembled with her whole body.
Her heated flesh, wet from abundant secretions, emitted luscious sounds, convulsively squeezing his member.
She had never felt such in her life.
No, had not even been able to imagine.
Her brain literally melted from unbearable delight.
She tried to break out of this pool, but her wrists were firmly seized, not allowing her to move.
When Cesare noticed that she was trying to flee, he with one hand pressed her wrists to the bed.
"Where is this...
Behave well—soon I'll come..." With the other hand he squeezed her breast, taking the nipple in his mouth.
When his tongue lead over it, something sharply squeezed inside.
"A-ah!"
In that same moment her walls trembled, squeezing the member with incredible force.
Cesare winced, with a stifled groan from her convulsive contractions.
He clenched his teeth so strongly that veins protruded on his neck.
He muttered a curse, but Eileen already heard nothing.
From the pussy moisture flooded, and tears immediately rolled down her cheeks.
She burst into tears, having whispered to Cesare:
"I...
I am dying...
Cesare-sama...
I am dying!.."
The member was mercilessly beating against her just-come sensitive point, and it seemed that she really could die.
Perhaps she indeed would die, but he didn't let her go.
Saliva flowed over her lips, and heels in desperation dug into the sheet.
But no efforts could deliver her from this agonizing delight.
She desperately jerked her wrists caught in the iron grip and implored:
"Kh-kkh... p-please... come... faster..."
"Don't hurry me...
You really want to spoil everything?" He warned, but she was already not listening.
The only thing she thought about was how to flee.
"Please... kh-kkh...
Cesare-sama... a-ah!.."
She cried out because his movements became even harder and faster.
At some moment he began driving the member into her with short, sharp thrusts, not pulling it out to the end.
She desperately jerked, and finally her wrists were freed.
But flee she did not.
Instead she hugged Cesare, as if having waited for this.
Their bodies, wet from sweat and her juices, merged into one.
The member pulsed inside, and Cesare, having groaned, entered her to the end.
His groin pressed to her pussy, and the head came up against the cervix, and he began to come.
"Khkhkh...
Eileen..." His voice pronouncing her name made the hairs on the back of the neck stand on end.
When the hot semen filled her uterus, the strongest orgasm of all she had experienced descended on her.
Each opening in her body opened.
A sensation as if she were being turned inside out, darkening in the eyes.
In the darkness she cried out:
"A-aa...
Prince... a-aaah!"
Unconsciously, her lips escaped in the old address.
She trembled in his arms, and suddenly something inside her as if broke.
In one moment the bottom became wet, and the sheet was soaked through.
But Eileen didn't even understand that it was she herself who had peed.
Her face was relaxed, she breathed heavily, pressing to Cesare until vision returned.
Her face was showered with small kisses, light as dandelion down.
Long coming, he softly moved hips, spreading the semen inside.
Finally Cesare slowly pulled out the member, and from the stretched hole a mixture of semen and her juices flooded.
Even after he’d come out, her pussy remained slightly open, periodically jerking and squeezing out of itself the remaining fluid.
Eileen powerlessly lay, only accepting his kisses.
But when he slightly touched the nipples or lead with fingers over the pussy, she jerked.
The orgasm was so strong that her body winced even without touches.
She had no strength even to move a finger.
Consciousness was so clouded that she couldn't think of anything, even of how hard it was for her.
Slowly, very slowly thoughts began to return to her.
She began to realize the surroundings: Cesare, who bit and licked her body, enjoying her helplessness... and how she was all wet...
"!.." Eileen jerked.
The sheet under her was unnaturally wet.
Suddenly she remembered how the servant in the Grand Duke's residence had talked her out of drinking water.
And then that sensation of full relaxation when Cesare came...
Her face turned white.
A minute ago she hadn't been able to move, but suddenly found strength in herself to sharply sit up.
She in panic crawled back to see the sheet.
"Ah."
[Sullied]—this word could not even describe the state of the bed.
Her juices, Cesare's semen and a large round puddle of transparent fluid in which she didn't even immediately notice small bloody spots.
There was no smell, and the color was transparent, but Eileen distinctly remembered how her body involuntarily relaxed and released the contents.
It was a disgrace...
She felt as if the sky had collapsed.
Unbearable shock covered her, and the fatigue accumulated all day collapsed all at once.
Head turned.
A sensation of emptiness cut the thread of consciousness, and Eileen disconnected.
The bridal bed was in disorder.
To sleep here was impossible, so they would have to move to another bedroom.
Cesare picked up in his arms his exhausted bride.
He threw on a robe and, wrapping Eileen in a plaid, noticed in the corner of the bed a crumpled lily flower.
It seems Eileen had brought it here.
Cesare smirked, picked up the lily and accurately laid it on her chest.
The aroma of the flower gently touched his nostrils.
For some time he watched as she slept among white petals, and then slowly went away.
Perhaps he’d overdone it.
Although he’d restrained himself, in the end everything anyway came out too much.
His patience was too thin—he himself wanted to laugh.
Having gone along the corridor to a vacant bedroom, he wanted to lay Eileen, but instead himself sat on the sofa, holding her in his arms.
"..."
His red eyes, previously relaxed, suddenly plunged into darkness.
Restraining a familiar desire, he slowly pressed his face to her neck.
He lead with his tongue over the wet skin, remembering that moment when the thin neck had been cut... he bit it, leaving marks, lead with his tongue as if he wanted to newly experience that moment.
He felt the salty taste of her skin, softness under teeth, but could in no way drive out of head the memories.
Cesare remembered that day when the boy's throat was cut.
That day when he’d returned to the Empire, knowing nothing.