Bölüm 442: Düğün Gecesi [2] [R18]

Bölüm 442: Düğün Gecesi [2] [R18]

“Tanrılar!” Isolde’s body bucked as all these pleasures slammed into her in waves.

She gasped, her face flushed red. At that exact moment, Cassius’s mouth touched her, sending an even greater jolt through her.

She grew wetter still, so wet that Cassius could feel his arousal simply by pressing against her.

Their arousal rose and rose, until the room around them disappeared into oblivion, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of bliss.

Cassius’s mouth pulled away from her left breast and moved to the right one.

Isolde bit her lower lip to choke back a moan, her eyes rolling back slightly.

He stayed on that breast for a minute or so, making sure to give each one equal treatment, before finally sliding down, leaving a trail along Isolde’s stunning body.

It was only then that the Last Born took in the full sight of his wife, and saw how her body was covered in scars. Some were angry-looking, others small, and a few so big it was a wonder she had survived them.

His movement slowed.

Isolde noticed. She became slightly self-conscious at that moment, raising her head with immense difficulty, a trace of moisture at the corner of her lips.

She looked at Cassius and wondered: how would he look at her body now?

Compared to his flawless, scarless one, her own was completely different.

But in Cassius’s eyes, there was truly no difference. He gave every inch of her his tremendous care, his lips pressing against one scar, then the next, tracing the longest of them from end to end as if he were worshipping her very body.

Something tightened in Isolde’s chest that had nothing to do with lust.

He lingered especially on her abs, which tickled her more than anything else, drawing a breathless laugh out of her in the middle of her moans.

Finally, Cassius reached her underwear, and this time, he didn’t burn it. He paused there, lifting his head, and stared into her hazy purple eyes.

“It’s quite hard to pull it down like this,” he said breathlessly, smirking. “Lift your ass, darling.”

Isolde’s face was painted red, her lips trembling with both desire and embarrassment. “You can burn it.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You want to play, don’t you, Cassius?” Isolde returned his smirk before slowly lifting herself. She positioned herself directly in front of Cassius’s eyes, and he saw that her thick thighs were glistening. “Pull it down, husband.”

His hands moved slowly, peeling the garment off his wife. The fabric came away, a thin thread stretching between them before snapping.

His heart was pounding in his ears.

Finally it was completely off, giving him the full view of his dear wife.

Cassius gulped, and felt his arousal grow even stronger.

Isolde placed an arm over her eyes, embarrassed beyond words. She wanted to say something, but she felt so seen and so naked that she couldn’t even mutter a word.

She could only hear his ragged breathing, the sound of him swallowing and his hot breath washing over her, making her twitch.

Then all those reservations were discarded during an intimate moment of physical closeness between them.

His attention was completely focused on her, and her body shivered, her back arched off the bed, and her legs shook under the intensity of the experience.

Cassius held both of her legs, steadying her, and continued.

Isolde’s reaction wasn’t sweet, actually.

It was something else, something he couldn’t quite name or put his finger on, as if it were entirely new.

And wanting to know more about it, he engaged with her with even more fervor.

Every stroke felt like fire being painted onto her, long and slow, then quick, pushing deep and pulling back.

Isolde’s moans filled the room. Both of her hands grabbed Cassius’s head and pressed it closer, as if she wanted to pull him entirely into her embrace.

Her breathing became laboured, tears slipping from her eyes, her mouth wide open to suck in the lust-tainted air.

The room felt hazy, as if filled with pink fog.

The pleasure was greater than anything Isolde had imagined. And knowing that it was Cassius down there, attending to her with such enthusiasm, only stoked her desire further.

“More!” she cried out, and pushed her hips against him.

And Cassius gave her more. He focused on her sensitive spots, working skillfully while at the same time sliding his hand into her wet warmth, moving rhythmically.

Her walls clenched around him greedily. He searched, and when Isolde’s whole body jerked and her voice cracked, he knew he had found the exact spot.

He didn’t leave it again.

The combination of those sensations pushed Isolde to heights she had never experienced before, until she began to feel something dangerously overwhelming building deep within her, like countless waves crashing into one another, each feeding the next, growing stronger and more violent until they threatened to merge into a storm she could no longer hope to contain.

It was a feeling that made her gasp, her fingers pulling tight on Cassius’s hair, eyes wide, mouth uselessly trying to breathe.

Her power slipped from her control. The air in the room hummed, the portraits on the walls trembling with every cry that left her throat.

The sensation grew even stronger in an instant, and she began to shake as if an earthquake had been let loose inside her.

She pressed Cassius closer, and that was when everything culminated, as if a burst of energy had been released within her.

She let out the loudest moan of her life as she reached her peak, experiencing an intense release.

“Cassius!” Isolde screamed, her eyes rolling back, her body spasming violently.

He didn’t stop. He kept tending to her through it, gently now, drawing out every last tremor until her thighs were quivering.

She continued to spasm for a long while before she fell back onto the bed, limp, her mind still struggling to take in what she had just gone through.

However, she forced her head up and looked at her husband.

Isolde shivered.

And instead of being embarrassed, she felt an even greater pleasure, and smiled with her lips still parted, breathless. “You... look even more handsome like this.”

“Do I?” Cassius chuckled.

“Yes. And you had the chance to leave a mark. Why didn’t you let me?” Isolde asked, trying to get up, but Cassius pushed her down, making her fall back onto the bed.

“Because I don’t want my first to be outside.” He grabbed both of her legs and spread them slowly, giving himself a full view of her. “I want to do it inside.”

Isolde shook her head urgently. “Wait, no. Wait a bit, Cassius. I need to—!”

Cassius simply placed himself near her entrance, and Isolde’s words cut off as she tried to swallow a moan.

She was still so sensitive that the mere touch made her hips twitch.

He smiled and looked at her, and she looked at him, her body sweaty and still holding the echo of her release.

Both of them knew what was going to happen, and at that point, there was no longer any reservation about it.

However, this was their first time, and each of them wanted it to be as good as possible for the other.

So Isolde raised both of her arms towards Cassius, inviting him into a hug. Her face split into a lustful but happy smile, and she said, “Is this the moment I say let’s see if I can indeed be a mother?”

Cassius leaned forward and let Isolde’s arms wrap around him in a passionate embrace, her naked breasts pressing against his chest.

“No,” he said. “This is the moment you forget about all of that and enjoy. That’s all you need to do.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t care about me being a mother?”

“I didn’t marry you for that to begin with. I married you because I love you, not necessarily because I want a mother for my children.”

Isolde smiled sweetly, if that was even possible in her current state. “Then please, husband, take me,” she said, her hands traveling up to hold his face.

She kissed him, and kissed him with bottomless fervor. “Be my first.” She kissed him again. “And my second.” Another kiss. “My third.” A kiss on the nose. “My fourth.” A kiss just beside his lips. “My fifth.”

Another kiss, and then, Cassius was laughing.

Then she guided him to the right spot at her entrance, and there...

...she paused and looked at him, and both of them smiled. “You and only you. Until the Last Ending.”

“Until the Last Ending.”

Then Cassius joined with her, slowly so as not to hurt her, feeling the intimate connection between them.

His face changed at the sensation. She was so warm, holding him so closely on all sides, that it was overwhelming. His arms trembled with the effort of holding himself back.

Isolde, however, bit her lower lip, realizing his size. He was stretching her gently, his heat spreading through her cold body from the inside, and she shivered at both the intensity and the pleasure blooming beneath it.

Her nails dug into his back.

Cassius stopped at once, his forehead resting against hers. “Does it hurt?”

“I have felt worse. Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I want all of you.”

So he gave her all of him.

Finally, Cassius reached her very depths, and husband and wife both shuddered. Isolde hugged him tighter, and even raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist to press him closer.

For a long moment neither of them moved. They simply breathed, joined completely, his heartbeat thundering in her ears and hers pounding against his chest.

They looked at each other, and, for the nth time, kissed again.

At that moment, for the first time, Isolde fully welcomed Cassius into her life and heart.

—End of Chapter 442—