The Wedding Ceremony (4)
"Ngh!" Even though I’d only pushed in halfway, a pained cry escaped Winnie’s lips. I could feel the sensation of her hymen, which I’d teased with my fingers earlier, tearing, yet the entrance itself was so tight that my glans couldn't advance any further.
"Hoo..." If Vera was a mature woman with a sheath that was both virginal in its tightness and softly yielding, Winnie was a true virgin. The sensation of forcing my cock into a place that refused to open, combined with the sheer intensity of her grip, was overwhelming.
"Are you okay?"
"It hurts... it hurts so much..."
Given that Winnie was naturally on the dry side, she seemed to be in even more pain. My cock was on the larger side, making it difficult for a virgin to accept, and she truly looked like she was struggling. I wasn't forcing myself on this woman; my goal was to teach her the joy of a woman accepting a man's tool. I wouldn't rush. I would take my time, holding her close to soothe her startled body.
As I wrapped my arms around her, Winnie clung to me as if hanging on for dear life. With our faces resting on each other's shoulders, I began to lick her skin, starting from her shoulder and working my way down.
"Do you dislike this position?"
"I don't like the smell of a man, but... this position isn't bad. It feels like being covered by an incredibly thick blanket..."
I traced the line of her deep collarbone down until I reached her small but firm breasts. When I touched the pale pink buds at their centers with my tongue, she flinched in reaction.
"...What charm could there be in a flat chest like a man's? I would have been better off if I’d just been born with a cock instead..."
It would be a terrible waste of Winnie’s face and hips if that were to happen. Winnie stroked the slightly protruding area below her navel.
"Well, either way, I suppose I’ve ended up with a cock now. Though it seems to be pointing in the wrong direction..."
At her cute remark, I gave her nipple a light pinch. When I gripped it with one hand, it was small, but I could definitely feel the flesh. I continued to tease both her breasts using my tongue and one hand. My other hand pressed firmly into her stomach, just above where my cock had burrowed like a tunnel, massaging it softly.
"Hut, hnnng... Ha, I told you to stop. Go find the Countess of Rystein or Monica if you want breasts..."
"I’m not doing this because of that."
I flicked her stiffly erect nipple, soothing her chest, which was clearly suffering from low self-esteem. "You see, breasts have their own kind of obscenity the smaller they are. Of course, big breasts are plump, warm, and soft, which is nice, but..."
Under the continuous stimulation, Winnie’s body trembled as she reached a climax. The 'cock-case' that had been gripping me so tightly seemed to loosen completely after that one peak, becoming much softer.
I sucked on her nipple and spoke again. "I like small breasts, too. They’re cute and soft in their own way. You know, they say that if your breasts are small, your sensitivity is more concentrated in the narrow areas, so you feel it better? I’m a man, so I don’t know for sure."
Navigating through her now-relaxed sheath, my cock finally slid all the way in. Shocked by the pressure of my glans, she let out short, broken gasps—*ah, ah*—and her hands gripped the air as if trying to squeeze it. Her hands looked so anxious that I reached out and interlaced my fingers with hers. As I raised our joined hands, Winnie was left naturally exposed, her entire body spread wide.
Her armpits, smooth and devoid of a single hair, revealed their obscene curves to my eyes.
"Hut, hut, this position, no, ngh!"
When Winnie tried to pull her hips back to change positions, she let out a cute moan as my glans scraped against her vaginal wall. Like a cruel saw blade that wouldn't pull out, my large, hard-protruding glans was a trap for women. The more she tried to pull away, the more her strength drained away from the pleasure.
"Did you say you hated men? I’ll show you what only a man can do."
I am both a teacher who instructs in the taste of the cock and a hunter who stalks women with it. I do not let go of a woman once she is impaled on my cock. I will educate her with this cock—which never lets go of its prey—until Winnie is completely submissive to me.
"Oh, ugh..."
Using our joined hands to brace against the bed, I struck Winnie’s vulnerable, exposed body with my hips. I controlled myself to ensure her virgin sheath wouldn't be injured, but I didn't hold back the feeling of pressing down with pure, raw force. As if to overwrite every other thought, the overwhelming difference in our physiques—paradoxically providing a sense of security—made Winnie prepare her womb to receive me.
"Ah, ah, haaah! Ugh!"
I covered her chirping moans with my lips. A deep, passionate kiss above, and a 'bird kiss' where my glans met her womb below. Feeling her slender thighs—which had opened in submission—press against my own, I thrust my cock in with fervor.
"How is it? Does it feel good?"
"Hic, hoo-ot, this is strange... I don't know anything like this..."
*Slap, slap, slap.*
Winnie’s sheath, awakened to her womanhood, poured out plenty of lubrication to protect itself. Every time I struck her crotch with my own, the sound of wet flesh hitting flesh echoed in the room. By the time Winnie’s sheath was flushed red from the continuous impact, a feeling of impending ejaculation began to wash over me.
"Hoo, I’m cumming inside! Is that alright?"
"Ah, ha-ung, he-ung, I, I don't know..."
Despite her answer, her legs were already wrapped around my waist. They were slender enough that I could have easily pulled them away if I wanted to, but there was no reason to refuse when she was asking me to cum inside. I could feel my cock, excited at the thought of sowing seeds into a female, growing even larger. I could feel every last drop of semen remaining in my balls straining to burst forth, intent on getting Winnie pregnant.
But swaying my hips like this felt too good. I’d thrust three more times and then cum. One. "Hic." Two. "H-heck." Three. "Nng-it!"
An internal ejaculation, done with permission—something I hadn't even done for Vera yet. I could feel my life-force-filled semen flowing in, searching for the baby-seed inside Winnie’s belly. I buried myself to the very root, pouring my essence directly into her womb. Because of that semen, the center of Winnie’s perfectly flat, smooth belly bulged outward. Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation, she was in a state of climax so intense her eyes were rolling back.
*Pop—*
As I pulled out the obstacle that had been blocking her sheath, the essence of my life force trickled out. It seemed the amount was simply too much for her small body to hold.
"So, how does it feel to have done it for the first time?"
"..."
Was she too far gone to think straight? Just as I was thinking about cleaning up and going to bed, her voice reached me.
"Is... is this it?"
I could feel my cock standing up again. "So even a man who’s a knight... doesn't have much stamina...?"
There was no helping it. That night, I injected 'etiquette'—in the form of semen—into the womb of the cheeky Winnie three more times.
The life of an average serf is incredibly harsh. The diet of those who are barely treated like human beings consists of nothing but thin wheat porridge and the occasional sip of mead. As such, an occasion like this is no different from a festival to them.
'Getting married all over again, huh.'
Clear skies, buildings decorated brilliantly with flowers. Although the wedding was about a week later than it had been before my regression, fortunately, the weather was clear.
"Personally, I had hoped for a little rain."
"What do you mean by that, Lady Rystein?"
Vera was sitting next to me, dressed in my groom’s finery, killing time together.
"There’s a saying that a couple who gets married on a day with wind and rain will live together in harmony for a hundred years."
"Haha..."
That was already out of the question. A hundred years of harmony, my foot. It seemed more realistic to spend a hundred years with Vera instead. Even now, I could see the hickey I’d left on her chest, hidden by her makeup and dress. After spending the night before last with Winnie, I’d been overcome with guilt and the illicit thrill of it being the night before the wedding, leading to an incredibly fiery night of sex with Vera.
"Sir Monica Rystein, step forward and receive the royal decree!"
Monica, dressed in noble formal attire, stepped out before the envoy from the capital and knelt on one knee. She listened respectfully as the envoy relayed the message.
"The House of Rystein, having served for generations as the shield protecting the northern part of the Empire..."
The boring speech continued. That guy—he wasn't the one giving anything away, so why was he puffing his chest out like that? There were always guys who acted more arrogant than their masters because they trusted their backing, but this one seemed particularly insufferable.
"...Therefore, I recognize Sir Monica Rystein as the legitimate successor to the House of Rystein, and bestow this sword upon you."
The envoy picked up the sword and, just as Monica had done to me, tapped her on the head and both shoulders with it. It was a ceremonial sword, covered in so many gaudy decorations that it looked like it would break if it ever actually cut someone.
Monica, holding the sword and the decree together, stood up with dignity. And thus, the Countess Monica Rystein was officially born.
"Congratulations, Lady Rystein."
"And to you, Lord Rystein."
Though, my mind was entirely occupied with the thought of creating a child between Vera and me.