The First Night (3)
The valley of her spine, deeply indented along the vertebrae. The shoulder blades protruding beside it, and the faint outline of her ribs cradling the space beneath. The angry, flushed curve of her buttocks and the distinct, taut muscles of her lower back connecting them. Winnie’s backside had a talent for making me hard, even while I was already buried deep inside her.
Just like the long-necked, narrow-mouthed bottle Winnie had been sniffing earlier, her voluminous hips seemed twice the circumference of her waist. Perhaps it was because of the way she had her legs spread. Slap, slap, slap. It was different from Vera’s buttocks, which would collide with my waist with a wet, rhythmic sound. Vera’s were incredibly soft, collapsing and distorting with every impact, only to regain their shape moments later. But Winnie’s firm, bouncy buttocks didn't lose their form, even while producing those succulent, sticky sounds.
I continued to thrust my cock toward the crevice that had opened up like a weakness between them. Her pelvis, lacking much fat but curved elegantly and spread obscenely, boasted the elasticity of youth, bouncing my waist back every time we collided.
“Haa… hng!”
“Hek, heu-eut, heu-eut!”
When I pulled her arms back forcefully, her back arched, creating a curve so deep it looked like it could hold water. Perhaps excited by the scent of Monica’s pussy, Winnie had already rolled her eyes back and climaxed several times, even though I hadn't ejaculated once.
“Ah, ah, ha-ah, ha-eut!”
But as I said before, I hadn't finished inside her yet. I moved my hips, using Winnie’s pussy—now sensitive from a series of orgasms—to coax the semen from my cock. I drove myself to the root, deep into the hole that felt tight despite having been loosened and softened by our session. In my experience, there wasn't a woman alive who didn't feel it when I buried myself to the hilt. I tapped my glans against her cervix, the entrance that guarded her precious womb like a firm, unyielding gate. Every time I tapped against that tight seal, both Winnie and I trembled with overwhelming sensation. Soon, the urge to ejaculate surged, and I didn't hold back, spraying my seed and savoring the feeling of release.
“Heu-eut, he-e-eut…”
When I let go of her arms, Winnie, drained of strength, collapsed right on top of Monica’s pussy. Winnie had been so much more arousing than I’d expected; if I kept going, I feared I wouldn't be able to get it up for Vera later. I didn't resist the way Winnie’s vaginal muscles squeezed and pushed me out, and I slid free. My cock, coated in a mixture of semen and her juices, glistened in the candlelight. I couldn't put my pants on like this. I grabbed some of Winnie’s discarded clothing to wipe myself clean. I couldn't go to see Vera in such a filthy state. It would have been better if I could have taken a bath, but that would have made it even harder to avoid being caught by the servants.
After wiping the semen and fluids from my cock and the surrounding area, I pulled on my trousers and left the bedroom. Winnie would take care of the cleanup herself when she woke up.
The mansion was dark, deep into the early hours of the morning. Fortunately, the moonlight streaming through the windows was bright enough that I had no trouble finding my way. Guided by the moonlight that seemed to cheer me on, I walked along the path it illuminated.
The lights in Vera’s room had not been extinguished, even in the late hours. She couldn't sleep, so she had been passing the time by reading, but the words weren't sinking in.
‘Haa… what am I thinking?’
Her daughter, Monica, had finally finished her wedding ceremony today without a hitch. Edward, who had unsettled her with his peculiar demands, had complied without a word once she’d satisfied him a few times, and by now, he should be spending his wedding night with Monica, working hard to produce an heir. It was all a matter agreed upon with the Mountbern family and Edward. The promise had been kept, and everything had gone exactly as Vera had planned, so she should have been satisfied…
‘Hmm, is it because the moon is so bright?’
Was it because she had shared her body with Edward a few times? Her heart felt restless. Men always ended up seeking younger women eventually. Was she being foolish, hoping that Edward would come to find her on his wedding night? Vera grumbled softly to herself, blaming all the turmoil in her head on Edward. Wasn't it because of how passionately he had demanded her the previous night that she was now harboring these expectations and delusions?
She pulled the Bible from the bookshelf. It was this Bible that had helped soothe her heart since she was a child. She had recently filled in all the parts that had been erased, and Vera hoped to calm her mind by reading those passages. She flipped through the pages, looking for a verse on abstinence. As she turned the pages one by one, a powerful scent wafted into her nose.
It was the page she had painstakingly filled in again, the one stained with Edward’s bodily fluids. The scent of that fluid—no, the scent of his semen—permeated the paper and burrowed into her brain. Even though time had passed and the scent was much fainter than before, the unique, fishy odor etched into her memory seduced her.
‘I shouldn't be doing this…’
While Edward was away from the territory suppressing the rebellion, Vera had been diligently restoring the Bible. Back then, the scent had been so strong that the paper felt sticky with semen, and thanks to that, she had had to put down her pen and pleasure herself more than once. For a while after that, she hadn't felt much when looking at this page, but today, she felt the same intense temptation as before.
She slid her hand into her nightgown, down between her legs. She began to soothe her own pussy, now familiar with the act after several experiences and nights with Edward. She touched her clitoris, which had become so prominent, and felt a pleasure that seemed somehow lacking. When she was with Edward, she felt a sense of fulfillment, as if he were filling her deepest depths, and a satisfaction that radiated from within. But now, as she soothed herself, it was like drinking seawater to quench a thirst—the more she touched, the more desperate she became.
“Edward…”
His name slipped from her lips without her realizing it. The guilt toward her daughter had long since crumbled in the face of their continued relations and her own carnal desires. Vera buried her nose in the Bible, tracing the scent of Edward. She took a deep breath, drawing the semen hidden between the scent of the paper into her nostrils. As if scolding her pussy, which was salivating in its desperation, she slapped it with her hand, mimicking the way a man would thrust his hips.
Slap! Slap!
The sound of her hand striking her wet pussy echoed. She felt a different kind of pleasure than when she touched her clitoris, but this, too, felt lacking. Eventually, Vera inserted her own fingers into her pussy. She scraped her vaginal walls with her fingers, which were much thinner than Edward’s cock, trying to put out the fire. She rubbed the bumpy area just inside her entrance, the spot that had been scraped by his protruding glans. She tried rubbing with just her fingers, then tried using her nails, but the pain of something sharp touching her forced her to go back to masturbating with her fingers.
‘It’s not enough…’
She increased it to two fingers, but it still couldn't compare to Edward’s cock. In length, thickness, and technique, it was lacking in every way. Feeling a thirst even greater than before she started, Vera forced herself to reach a climax.
“Huuu…”
The smoke rising from her unquenched desire escaped in the form of a dissatisfied sigh. Still, Vera regained her composure as her lust subsided somewhat. The chair, the floor, and her fingers were covered in the sour, slick fluids from her own body. She tipped a glass of water over on the floor and pulled the cord to summon a servant to bring something to clean it up. When she had been with Edward before, she couldn't call a servant for fear of being seen, but now, there was no need to waste a handkerchief on such a mess.
‘Why aren't they coming?’
It was a bit late, but there were usually one or two servants awake at this hour. Unless all the servants on duty were asleep or not coming for some other reason. Vera thought she would have to check the servants' work ethic tomorrow. She couldn't just sit here feeling sticky and uncomfortable just because no one came. Eventually, Vera opened the door to fetch a towel herself.
“Oh?”
“…”
Standing there was the very person whose name she had just called. Edward.
Vera’s attire was very risqué. Or, to put it in more elegant terms, obscene. She was wearing a light, soft-looking slip, and since she hadn't intended to sleep yet, she was still wearing all her undergarments beneath it. How did I know that? Because Vera’s slip was made of a material that was completely see-through. Beneath the transparent, light-colored slip, she wore black undergarments that clung to her white skin. It was impossible not to look. I felt my cock, which had just been drained a few times, beginning to harden again. Furthermore, her face was flushed red, and she was breathing heavily, as if she had been doing something intense. Her hands and the lower part of her clothes were wet, as if she had spilled water on herself. If the strangely sour smell coming from that moisture felt like a female’s arousal fluid, was that just my imagination?
“Why, why are you here?” Vera asked, her voice tinged with a hint of shock.