The Wedding Vows

"Ghk, k-kuh," Winnie felt a sudden, gag-inducing obstruction in her throat. She couldn't taste anything, nor could she focus on anything else. Even though she felt like retching, she couldn't even manage that because Edward’s member was completely blocking her throat. With her body drained of strength from the pressure on her windpipe, the only resistance Winnie could muster was to glare up at Edward with wide, watery eyes.

"Don't use your teeth. It hurts ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like hell if you scrape me. Ah!"

It hurts like hell for me, too! Feeling a bit resentful, Winnie bit down on Edward just a little. She had calculated that Edward would pull his cock out of her mouth if he felt a bit of pain, but instead, he didn't let her go and gripped her jaw firmly.

"Open your mouth like you're saying 'O,' and cover your teeth with your lips."

"Mmm-hannah..."

"Hm?"

"Mmm-hannah-hah-ho..."

Winnie tried to protest that it smelled strange, but Edward, unable to understand what she was saying, seemed to pull his cock out of her mouth—only to immediately slam it back down into her throat.

"I can't understand a word you're saying, so I'll just finish one round first."

"Ugh, k-kuh!"

Winnie thought that her head had essentially become a masturbation tool. She couldn't even summon the strength to tense her body. Her mouth, moving back and forth in rhythm with Edward’s arm, was performing a function entirely unrelated to its original purpose. This hole, as Edward had called it earlier, seemed much more fittingly described as a mouth-pussy than a mouth.

"See? You're good at it when you try. Isn't it surprising? Maybe you have a talent for being a mouth-pussy, Winnie?"

That’s only because your thing is so thick I feel like my jaw is going to dislocate!

She couldn't even retort because of the solid pillar plugging her mouth. Just like before, she could only glare up at him in protest. However, the sight of her looking up at him with tear-filled eyes only served to stimulate his sadistic impulses.

"Hoo, Winnie. I'm going to go a little faster."

"...!"

Edward began to pump his arm at a speed incomparable to before. This time, he moved his hips back and forth in sync, making it feel to Winnie like the intensity had doubled, if not tripled.

Slurp—chup—shloop—

Winnie’s small, plump tongue darted around, flustered by the member sliding in and out. The tongue that had been trying to dodge the violent thrusts eventually failed to escape and was pinned down by the cock. Resting ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠where it was forced to lie, the tongue conveyed the taste of the entire member to Winnie.

It’s strange...

And when her tongue, tasting the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cock, brushed against the protruding vein in the middle and the split opening at the tip, Edward could hold back no longer and began to ejaculate.

"Ah, right."

Perhaps remembering the promise to finish outside, Edward pulled his cock from her mouth, but he had already ejaculated plenty inside her. The semen sprayed after he pulled out also covered Winnie, making it look as if she had been dusted with snow.

"It tastes bad..."

The taste of the semen Winnie had tasted for the first time was fishier and more bitter than she had expected. It felt hot, thick, and sticky, clinging to the inside of her mouth as if determined to latch onto a female and impregnate her. She knew it was impossible, but the sensation was enough to make Winnie instinctively wonder if she would get pregnant just from swallowing it.

"Ugh..."

"I'll wipe it off for you."

It would have been better if he’d just finished entirely inside my mouth. Winnie thought that because he had pulled out for no reason, her whole body was covered in semen. Especially since so much had been sprayed on her face, her hair was sticky, and she could barely open her eyes. She used the handkerchief Edward handed her to wipe around her eyes. Of course, to Edward, the sight of Winnie struggling while covered in his own semen only made him more aroused.

"Really, if you spray it like that, I can't catch any of it..."

"Then I'll finish one more time for you."

"H-huh?!"

Edward thrust his stiff, erect cock toward Winnie once more. Because Winnie was sitting slumped over, drained of strength, the massive meat-scepter was placed right over her head, as if it were casting a shadow. To Edward, Winnie had a tendency to become docile after getting a taste of his cock, even if she claimed to hate men. It was to the point where she couldn't actively refuse even when he made such strong demands. Even if she said with her mouth that she hated men, Edward believed that since she was born a female, it was inevitable, and his job was to break down the mind that lied to itself and make her honest.

"No, now that I think about it, I think I've had enough semen..."

"You said you couldn't catch any of it. And it's still this hard and erect, so we can't end it like this, can we?"

"Ugh..."

Winnie, who found the taste of his cock strange but not entirely unpleasant, obediently took it back into her mouth. This time, she was careful not to let her teeth touch it from the start, sticking her tongue out to fully savor the taste. Men aren't great... but maybe their cocks are.

"I can't control myself well when I move, so this time, you move yourself."

This is just me serving him...

Slurp—slurp—

But since she was serving the cock, not the man, it was fine. Winnie relaxed her jaw and moved her upper body back and forth, tasting the member. It was a scent that was strangely foul yet one she kept wanting to smell. When she bit down slightly and sucked once, as if drinking nectar from a flower, she could feel the fishy and bitter taste of the semen remaining in the urethra. It didn't taste good, but the feeling wasn't bad.

"Hmm, that's a bit better than before, isn't it?"

At the stingy praise, Winnie smiled slightly. Winnie’s tongue, which had become much more flexible as she grew accustomed to the cock, stimulated it as if wrapping around it every time she moved back and forth. Seeing her movements, which seemed to beg for him to release his seed, Edward felt himself reaching his limit.

"Phew... I'm smart, so I learn these things quickly. We don't have much time left, so I'll finish this quickly."

Winnie, who had taken about half of his cock into her mouth again, began to move her head vigorously. Remembering that he had ejaculated when she stimulated the split in the glans, she tried to stimulate that spot with her tongue while sucking as if to draw out his semen. But that wasn't enough yet.

Still not enough...

She had only just tried sucking a cock for the first time, yet she was talking about finishing quickly. Edward thought he needed to shatter the arrogance of this self-proclaimed "mouth-pussy genius" who had become overconfident from a little praise.

"I said I had to finish quickly, so is it okay if I do this?"

"Mmph?!"

Edward, who grabbed Winnie’s head once more, moved his hips at high speed, shaking his cock as if he were truly ravaging a mouth-pussy. The cock, which had only gone in a little over halfway until now, disappeared more than three-quarters of the way into Winnie’s mouth, mercilessly violating her throat.

She stimulated it first, so it should be fine.

He had been gentle earlier, remembering Winnie saying she hated violence, but he couldn't hold back anymore; it was too frustrating. He could feel his cock, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠which had finally received proper stimulation, swelling inside Winnie’s mouth.

"Kuh, I'm about to finish!"

"Mmph! Ugh-mph!"

Winnie tapped Edward’s hips as if to say no, but to him, focused on ejaculating, it was just another form of stimulation. Soon after, a large amount of semen, enough to make Winnie’s cheeks twitch, filled her mouth. The cock, which had only reached a vague point, was completely covered in her saliva thanks to the glans that had penetrated deep enough to ravage her throat. It went without saying that Winnie’s nose was buried in Edward’s pubic bone.

"Hoo..."

When he relaxed his hands, Winnie’s head naturally slid away. A few curly hairs were stuck to the corners of her mouth, where semen was flowing out as the cock that had been blocking it was removed. Seeing her eyes welling up as if she were about to burst into tears, Edward felt a slight pang of pity.

"Here, spit it out."

When he held an empty bottle in front of her mouth, the white semen she had been holding in her cheeks flowed out. After swallowing the semen mixed with saliva a few times to empty her mouth, Winnie said in a voice that sounded aggrieved.

"How could you press down so hard that I couldn't endure it... I thought I was going to die because I couldn't breathe and I felt like throwing up..."

"Sorry, sorry."

At his face, which didn't look sorry at all, Winnie had no choice but to grumble a few more words.

"I told you not to finish inside my mouth, but you finished inside..."

"Then, shall we do it with your pussy so you can be satisfied, too?"

"...No, forget it? We don't have time."

Feeling self-loathing for almost being tempted, Winnie reminded herself of the reason she had come here.

"Right, I came here to give you this."

"What is this?"

When Winnie explained how to use the medicine, Edward wore a look of utter distaste.

"Got it... so,"

"If you understand, get out quickly so I can change my clothes. I feel gross because I'm covered in semen."

Because the goal was to ensure the Rystein bloodline did not end, changing my surname to Rystein was also part of the contract conditions.

"Then, lastly, Groom, to the bride, Countess Rystein..."

I turn my body to look at the bride.

"To Countess Monica Rystein, give the kiss of vows."

I have officially married Monica again.