Gorgalia (2) — The Bride's Temptation
Knock, knock. While I waited in the room, Franc, who had finished getting ready, came to find me. I had washed up in the shower attached to my room, and Franc, who had washed in the first-floor shower, had gone back to her own room to change clothes. I opened the door. Franc, wearing a robe, smiled awkwardly.
“Did you wait long? Sorry, it took a while to get ready.”
“Not really. It’s a bit chilly today—did you dry your hair properly?”
“Yeah. Want to touch it?”
“I won’t refuse.”
I ran my fingers through her silky hair. It was smooth and completely dry. Relieved, I let Franc into the room. But beneath the shadow of her large breasts, I noticed something that looked like a clothing bag.
“Franc? What kind of clothes did you bring?”
“Uh, well… Could you turn around and wait for a moment?”
“Huh? Oh, sure.”
I didn’t know why, but since Franc asked, I did as she said. With my back turned, Franc slipped off the robe she had been wearing. The sound of fabric brushing against skin echoed softly in the quiet room. Just hearing that was enough to make my cock strain against my pants, trying to break free.
—Rustle, rustle.
—Squeeze.
“……I-I’m done. You can turn around now.”
Even with my back turned, I could tell Franc sounded nervous. Wondering what she was up to, I turned around with a light heart—only to immediately regret my casual attitude. This was the kind of sacred sight that demanded kneeling in reverence before beholding it.
Franc stood at attention, wearing nothing but the corset and undergarments from her wedding dress. “……H-how is it?”
Looking a little awkward, she stroked her own collarbone. The motion made her breasts—the finest in Britannia—squish together spectacularly. I nearly blurted out my vulgar, honest thoughts in full.
‘Fuck. I want to pound her senseless.’
Our Franc was dressed in a white corset, long gloves, stockings, and veil—nothing else. It was a wedding dress made purely for mating! What had been a sacred, untouchable bride during the daytime ceremony had become an outfit that existed solely for sex once the dress itself was removed. This was all because our Franc’s body was a genius at riling up a man’s cock.
The combination of the dangerously tight corset and the wedding veil was downright perverted. The fact that only her arms and legs were wrapped in stockings—leaving everything else exposed—doubled the sense of taboo. The garter belt connecting the stockings to her panties nearly brought tears of emotion to my eyes.
This was something I’d thought about more than once, and I was thinking it again now. Wouldn’t it make more sense to invent a camera before worrying about interdimensional travel or whatever? It felt genuinely cruel to have to leave Franc’s appearance only in my unreliable memory.
“No, I mean… It’s so incredible I’m speechless, but Franc, is that outfit really okay?”
Having sex while wearing a wedding dress was undeniably arousing. I really wanted to throw her onto the bed and ravish her right now. ‘But isn’t this… kind of different from just pure lust?’
Would a precious memory end up tainted because it became nothing more than cosplay to stoke her husband’s sexual desire? Franc looked flustered by my question and checked her own body.
“Huh? W-what? Is something wrong?”
—Jiggle, jiggle.
As Franc twisted her waist, her adorable hips swayed right in front of my face. Those violent breasts looked like they might burst free of the corset at any moment, bouncing left and right.
“Holy fucking shit……”
I nearly came in my pants from the shock of having my jaw struck by Franc’s massive breasts. Her seductive, swaying hips, that alluring ass, and those breasts! Watching the ultimate form of a voluptuous female body flaunt itself right in front of me, there was no way to put the brakes on a man’s lust.
‘Ah, fuck it. I can’t hold back.’
Asking me to endure this was nonsense. If I didn’t get hard seeing that ass and those huge tits shaking, I didn’t deserve to be Franc’s husband.
“W-wow, wow…… Nord, your breathing is so rough……”
When I approached with wild eyes, Franc stammered awkwardly. She seemed to have expected a good reaction, but not one this intense. I grabbed Franc’s wrist like an aggrieved victim and pleaded.
“Franc. This is entirely your fault. We only had the wedding a few hours ago, and you came dressed like this in the same outfit you wore then.”
“Y-yeah. Since our Nord likes it so much, I’m glad I was born with such a lewd body……”
That line hit me like a blow to the head. I couldn’t speak. Mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, I muttered like a broken radio.
“Wow. I mean, wow…… Franc, you’re really……”
“W-why again? Did I say something weird? W-was that not a normal lewd thing to say?”
“…………Ah, forget it. You brought this on yourself, Franc.”
That was not a line you could say while wearing a dress made purely for sex. Fuck, she should’ve just injected me with an aphrodisiac straight into my neck.
“I’m going to kiss you. Stay still.”
“Y-yes!”
When I spoke seriously, Franc nodded in surprise. I pushed everything else aside, wrapped my arms around her slender waist, and tangled our tongues together. I had wanted to set a romantic mood since it was our wedding night, but Franc had completely ruined the atmosphere. No, she really had. Before I could even try to create a romantic mood, she had shown up in an outfit made purely for sex and started saying lewd things right away. How was I supposed to set any mood now?
“Huu…… *chu*♥”
The most ridiculous part was that Franc’s reactions were even better than usual. Whenever we kissed standing up, it always ended up feeling like I was devouring her—our height difference made it inevitable. But Franc was standing on tiptoe, arms wrapped around my neck, completely focused on the sensation of our tongues. She was fully in heat. Even without any foreplay, I could feel the heat radiating from her body through my hands.
‘This perverted bride.’
It was absurd, yet it turned me on like crazy. The way she rubbed her lips and tangled her tongue was completely different from the innocent virgin Franc on our first night. Thinking that all this lewd behavior was something I had cultivated with my own hands made me feel like I might come already. I lost myself in exploring the lewd bride’s lips. I held Franc’s body and mercilessly ravaged her pink lips with such thoroughness that even a lust-crazed beast marking its territory might not have been this intense.
“……*ngh*♡? *Pwah*…. N-Nord? How long are we just going to kiss… *mmph*♡”
I silenced her chattering mouth with my lips. To this lewd wife who had changed into such an outfit and left the room with nothing but sex on her mind, I pushed an even richer mating than she had hoped for.
—Twitch, twitch.
Heat seeped from her sweat glands as the hips wrapped around my arm flinched backward like a frightened puppy. She was feeling it. Just from kissing, her waist was going weak—she was feeling it that much. Just as I couldn’t suppress the twitching of my cock, Franc’s body responded honestly. Her arms dropped. I grabbed her waist and lifted her completely off the ground. Her tiptoes, which had been standing on tiptoe, dangled in the air about an inch above the floor. Her toes kept touching and leaving the ground in an obscene rhythm, and even her tongue, which had been moving lewdly, stopped.
“*Huu*, *haout*…♡ *Churururup*, *chok*.”
After pushing her so hard she couldn’t even breathe, I finally pulled my mouth away.
“*Haa*, *huu*, *heeet*…♡”
Franc clung to my waist and pushed her hips back. The seductive line of her collarbone was hidden by the corset, but there was no disappointment. Even through the white fabric, her soaked pussy and the cleft of her ass were clearly visible.
“N-Nord. Somehow you seem much rougher than usual today……”
Her large breasts pulsed up and down with each breath. I carried Franc to the bed and laid her down. It was almost like pouncing on her, but our lewd new bride didn’t look embarrassed at all—her eyes were full of anticipation. I reached for the pussy I had been longing for. I cast aside any delicate consideration. That wasn’t Franc’s preference anyway. If it were, she wouldn’t have shaken her husband up this much.
“*Ngh*… *Aah*……♡”
Look at that. Her lips were already loosening, her eyes filled with expectation. For this vulgar, naturally gifted cock-addicted girl, pleasure that pierced through to the brain and sex decorated with semen suited her far better.
“……Huh?”
But when I tried to pull down her panties, I was so shocked by the sensation of bare skin against my fingers that I forgot I had been going crazy with lust. There was a slit in the lace panties. A long opening that exposed everything from her pussy to her asshole.
“……Franc. Don’t tell me.”
“N-no! I wore proper ones during the wedding ceremony!”
Quick to catch on, Franc corrected herself.
“This is, um… I prepared it separately for our wedding night, but I bought regular underwear and then… I, I modified it a little……”
When Franc started rambling, I placed a finger on her lips. At the silent signal to be quiet, Franc closed her mouth.
“Sometimes, Franc, I feel like I’m the one being trained to match your lewd perversions.”
—*Squish*.
I slipped my finger into her pink, tightly closed pussy. Franc’s body was vulgarly lewd yet looked sacred. Her completely pink pussy and asshole, with not a single hair, were so beautiful they looked like a statue brought to life. And yet, the way she was dripping with love juices and panting like she was in heat. Franc’s pussy and ass seemed to have no intention of hiding their owner’s lewd nature. I threw off my clothes and rubbed my erect cock against the opening.
“I’m putting it in.”
“*Ah*…♡? W-wait a second── *Huuuueut*♡?!”
She pretended to refuse, but then took me in so deep it was like she had been waiting impatiently. Even a bride welcoming her husband couldn’t be this devoted. Franc’s pussy seemed to have memorized exactly how far my cock would go. It slid in smoothly right up to just below her cervix, and the moment the glans knocked on the entrance to her womb, it clenched tightly.
“*Haaat*♡ *Huaang*♡ N-Nord…♡ Somehow it feels twice as merciless as usual… I’m scared…♡”
“Your face doesn’t look scared at all. Should I ask your pussy if it’s scared?”
I spread Franc’s legs roughly so her thigh muscles couldn’t put pressure on her pussy. Now the only thing tightening her vaginal walls was her own lust. In that position, I pulled my cock back. The sensation of her clinging vaginal walls scraping along my shaft was transmitted clearly.
“*Ah*…♡ *Uuuueut*…♡”
*Chubobobobob*…♡
Even though she wasn’t in a position where her muscles were pressing on her stomach, Franc’s pussy refused to let go of her husband’s cock. From between her lewdly spread legs, her pussy—lips protruding—clung to my cock as if trying to follow it out. It was like Franc’s pussy was desperately holding on, begging my cock not to leave.
“This doesn’t look like a scared pussy at all. You made a hole in your panties and were drooling while waiting for it to come in, and now you’re already clinging and whining about it leaving?”
“*Hek*…♡ *Heeek*…♡ D-don’t pull it out……♡”
—*Chuuuuuuuup*♡
The moment my cock, coated in her fluids, slipped out, her tone changed from feigned innocence to desperate pleading. I rubbed the entrance of her labia with my glans. She was less than a few dozen seconds away from climax. The way her toned lower abdomen caved in was the perfect countdown to orgasm.
“Hurry, put it in quickly♡ I hate it when you tease my pussy like this♡”
Her tightly closed pink pussy begged the glans, promising even better pleasure if it came inside. Her navel twitched up and down.
—*Chubobchubobchubobchubobob*♡
“You want me to put my cock in even deeper?”
“Y-yes, but…♡ But Nord already turned my pussy into an idiot with his cock♡ When you called me to your room, how could I not think about sex♡”
“So you made a hole in different panties that matched the color?”
“Yeah♡ I made a keyhole just for Nord’s cock♡ So it’d be easy for Nord to thrust his cock in deep──”
“*Huhu*. Lying again.”
I pushed my cock in just a little deeper.
—*Pyuut*!
Her twitching pussy cheered and climaxed. Even though it was only a few centimeters’ difference, Franc’s pussy could distinguish the depth of my cock with uncanny accuracy—as if it were the only one in the world.
“*Huaaat*♡?! *Hyaaaaat*…♡?!”
“What did you say the reason for making the keyhole was? So my cock would be comfortable?”
I adjusted the depth of my thrusts, stirring her insides so she would speak without a single lie. Franc understood the mating language transmitted through my cock in less than a second.
“*Ah*♡ *Ah*♡ *Hik*♡ T-that’s♡ That was a lie. I’m sorry♡ I made the hole because I wanted my pussy to feel good faster. If I showed you both my pussy and my asshole♡ I knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back for even a minute and would start thrusting right away…♡”
“Good. You said it well.”
I grabbed her waist and thrust my cock all the way in again.
—*Puuuuk*!
“─────*Ah*.”
Franc’s pussy went rigid as if electrocuted. I pressed down on her white lower abdomen with my fingers. A gurgling sound came from her deeply caved stomach.
“*Kku*, don’t press it like that♡! I’m coming, if you press now, *hek*♡ *Huuuuueueueut*?! *Hoooooooeueueuk*…♡!!!”
—*Pyuuuuuuuut*!!
When I rolled my fist over her lower abdomen, Franc twisted her lower body as if doing the limbo. Her orgasm fountain, now a habit, sprayed love juices sideways as if broken.
“While I was preparing for our night of love tonight, our new bride was frantically making holes in her pussy cover and thinking about sex first? Making her husband wait in the room?”
“*Huaaat*♡ D-don’t say it like that…♡”
Her pussy clenched. As if rewarding her for confessing her true feelings, I roughly cleared a path through her insides with my cock. “Right? You didn’t even drink, you just waited for your husband to take you to the room, and once permission was given, you brought clothes to make your husband horny because you wanted to be fucked by his cock even one second faster, didn’t you?”
“T-that’s, *hugrk*♡ N-nooo…♡”
“You must have pictured the size of my cock in detail while making the hole for it to enter, right? While wearing this and standing in front of your husband, dripping with pussy juice, you were fantasizing—‘Is this enough~ Should I make it bigger~?’”
“*Hooook*♡ *Heeek*, *hueeeek*…♡ *Ooooooeueueuk*……”
Her answer to the question was the moans from her upper mouth, representing the pleasure of her vulgar pussy, but that vulgar silence was the answer itself.
“What should I do with this tiny lewd pussy? Huh? Giving it cock would be too much of a reward for a pussy that lies, but not giving it cock makes me wonder what unimaginable perversion it’ll show next.”
—*Chubobchubobchubob*!!
*Kkuooook*, *kuuuuuk*…♡!
“*Uooook*…♡ *Hoooooeuk*, *heeek*♡ *Huuuoooooooot*…♡”
Now the intervals between Franc’s orgasms had become blurry. Whenever love juices came out of her pussy, it was impossible to tell whether it was from climaxing or just leftover fluids from earlier orgasms.
“Alright, then let’s do this.”
I spread Franc’s legs wide, pulled them up, and hooked them over my shoulders. This position made the muscles in her lower body tighten, giving her pussy an even stronger grip than usual. In other words, it also increased the pleasure Franc felt. My fingers pressed down on Franc’s lower abdomen. With pressure from both inside and outside, her own muscles clenched powerfully, and the pressure on my cock became so intense it felt like it might burst.
“For the time being, I’ll take responsibility and thoroughly discipline this perverted, pathetic pussy so that it trembles in fear just from seeing its husband’s cock. Then it’ll behave for a few days, won’t it?”
“……*Huuuuueut*♡”
Even though I had paused the thrusting for a moment, Franc—drenched in sweat—had a twitching expression, as if she had already sensed the hell of pleasure that awaited her tonight. Looking straight into Franc’s eyes, I spoke.
“Franc. Take good care of your pussy, okay? Even if it breaks, I won’t take responsibility.”
“……*Hik*.”
Franc’s answer was a hiccup.
——And so that night. Franc, who had taken on my sexual desire alone for the first time in a while, ended up surpassing even the record from the day I proposed.
‘Franc’s sex techniques are improving day by day.’
Mainly in directions like declaring pussy defeat and submission, or using lewd words to excite her husband’s cock. It could be called a proud growth as a husband.