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These were the words Eileen desperately wanted to hear.
Exactly because of this she was sure it was a dream.
Eileen reached out a hand to the Cesare from her dream.
He submissively pressed to her.
Eileen, full of passionate desire, asked: "Will we see each other tomorrow?"
This was what she didn't dare ask Cesare in reality.
Words she didn't decide to pronounce cautiously slipped out in half-sleep.
"I want to see you tomorrow..."
In response a large palm stroked her over the head and cheek.
Eileen with pleasure pressed her face to his hand.
He answered with something that poorly combined with her words of wanting to meet.
"Everything will be as you wish." From the man from whom it smelled of blood, a sweet, tender voice issued.
"Whatever you desire."
With this whisper Eileen plunged into a deep sleep without dreams.
***
Eileen suddenly woke up.
She couldn't remember details, but, it seems, saw a very pleasant dream.
The fact that immediately after waking she felt regret spoke for itself...
Behind closed eyelids it was as before dark.
She again began to plunge into sleep, as suddenly a strange sound penetrated her ears.
A squelching noise and groaning, painful sounds.
In that same moment as she realized surprise, below a strange sensation appeared.
Slowly, inside her, something long and firm began to move.
A dizzying mixture of pleasure and pain confused.
In the head a sleepy thought fleeted.
*‘Here then, I lay to sleep without underwear.’* Since delicate areas of skin were not protected by hair, they were especially sensitive to irritation.
Each time fabric touched the swellings below, a light burning pain arose, therefore today she’d lay down to sleep without underwear.
As if in punishment for the absence of underwear, something firm was tenderly rubbing inside her.
Eileen reflexively squeezed below.
Already wet mucous membranes with all their might bit into the captor.
But the soft attack caused no harm.
The attacker without hindrance penetrated inside and slowly rubbed.
From the sensation of how something thoroughly explored her internal walls, Eileen shuddered and widely opened eyes.
"M-m-m!.." A groan broke from her lips.
Half-lifting her body, she hastily looked down.
Caught unawares, Eileen exclaimed his name.
"Cesare!"
Between widely spread legs sat Cesare.
He was applying ointment to the index and middle fingers and touching her crotch.
When their eyes met, she lowered her gaze down and saw that there whiteness of medicine was abundantly applied.
Sticky ointment on reddened delicate skin evoked strange fantasies.
Color flooded Eileen's face.
Unlike the embarrassed girl, Cesare, having narrowed eyes, impassively continued his occupation.
He asked: "Grown up a liar."
Fingers covered with ointment went deep inside, to the very base.
"Said all was in order, but here everything is swollen."
"A-ah!" From deep penetration the hairs on her cheeks stood on end.
Unreasonable bottom suddenly released juice.
Although on the first wedding night she had already in plenty taken in herself the male's, it seemed she was still not enough, and she oozed moisture.
Cheeks blazed from the shameful reaction.
Eileen hastily apologized to Cesare.
"Forgive me, a-ah, it was so shameful and awkward to me, here I..."
But she yet didn't sit hands-folded.
She’d taken medicine brought from the laboratory and early lay to sleep.
After sleep the body became significantly lighter.
However the bottom remained swollen, and Cesare, must be, thought she’d left the wounded place without attention.
When Eileen looked at him with remorse, Cesare said in a low, resolute tone:
"Don't hide pain.
Understood?"
"Yes..." Eileen pouted.
She’d been glad she’d avoided applying ointment to the bottom, but, it looks like, Cesare initially had no intention simply to let this go.
He’d spread the legs of the sleeping Eileen and all the same checked the bottom.
Having seen the swollen crotch, he, must be, immediately applied pre-prepared ointment.
Cesare thoroughly explored the internal walls, checking if Eileen had especially painful places.
The body trembled of itself from fingers slowly feeling inside, as if during palpation.
In truth pleasure was stronger than pain.
Not so much time had passed since Cesare had tormented her to full.
Skin having preserved traces of the first wedding night sharply reacted to his touches.
Cesare worried and treated her, but she didn't want to feel this alone.
Eileen suppressed growing pleasure.
Hastily having turned away gaze, she squeezed the innocent negligee until whiteness of knuckles.
But the sensation of a foreign body inside progressively woke feelings.
There was no way to stop the pleasure slowly rising from the depth of the stomach.
A creaking sound filled the quiet bedroom.
Eileen minutely twisted hips each time his fingers moved inside.
Even if she tried to restrain herself, nothing came out.
On the contrary, in head was only one thought: that it would be good if Cesare moved a little rougher.
"A-ah, a-ah..." Unnoticed legs spread even wider.
For fingers to be more convenient to enter and come out, she even slightly raised hips, but Eileen didn't realize her state.
She only heavily breathed, intoxicated by warm, spreading pleasure.
Just when she with impatience hoped he would move fingers more strongly, Cesare's fingers came out of her crotch.
"M-m-m!.." Eileen emitted a disappointed groan and squeezed below.
Drenched mucous membranes grabbed at the exiting fingers, but, like when entering, it was useless.
Eileen dully looked at Cesare wiping hands with a towel.
From accumulated pleasure the bottom of the stomach ached.
The empty crotch disorderly jerked of itself.
Not knowing what look she had, Cesare pronounced in a bit strict voice: "Must not, Eileen.
You are after all wounded."
His cold reaction evoked even offense.
Eileen couldn't utter a word and only puffed, and on the eyes of the watching Cesare a light smile appeared.
"Tormented much?"
In ordinary time she would have answered that all was in order.
But condition didn't allow to think sanely.
Lips moved first, giving away her true feelings.
"Tormented."
She remembered the first wedding night.
If speaking honestly and asking, he fulfilled all her desires.
But although she looked at him with such same passionate eyes, Cesare no more touched Eileen even with a fingertip.
Although his own thing between legs too noticeably swelled.
"This is punishment, Eileen." Instead of introducing fingers or member into Eileen, he simply kissed her and whispered: "Punishment for the fact that didn't say honestly of pain."
In the end Eileen spent a tormenting day, holding in stomach unquenched, warm pleasure.
***
Senón stared into the sky with tired eyes.
Glancing at the starry sky, he exclaimed in an agitated voice: "Finally... end!"
Senón firmly closed and again opened eyes, then looked around.
There Rotan silently was getting a cigarette.
Two men calmly smoked together, enjoying a short break.
Having released smoke, Rotan briefly patted Senón on the shoulder.
"You managed."
"Aga.
Truly, managed." Senón's face, deeply exhaling, was full of satisfaction.
It was an exhausting forced march, but he altogether didn't feel fatigue.
All this was for Eileen's sake.
Smirking, Senón rubbed his nose with the back of the hand and murmured: "But feel I myself somehow strange."
Rotan raised one thick brow and briefly asked: "Why?"
"Eileen-nim has grown up and gone out in marriage...
In my heart she always seemed an eternal child." He knew her since then as she was little, similar to a doll.
And here now she's already adult and even married.
The fact that she became a Duchess too seemed unreal.
Unexpectedly overwhelmed by emotions, Senón remembered the time when first met Eileen.
A child who, like a little bird, flew to the field of lilies and unexpectedly rushed into Cesare's embrace.
A ten-year-old girl sobbing bitterly was surprisingly beautiful.
But in that time Senón very much didn't like her.