Chapter 71. The Count Addicted to His New Bride
The Count Addicted to His New Bride
A refreshing morning filled with birdsong.
Rachel was deep in slumber. Her body felt heavy like a waterlogged cotton ball after the intense experience of her first night.
But then...
"Mmm...?"
Was it a dream?
A strange, sticky sensation between her legs. Something warm and wet was moving relentlessly between her thighs.
"Hnngh..."
Rachel let out a drowsy moan as she opened her eyes.
Her vision cleared to reveal her husband, Lucian, who had thrown off the covers and buried his face between her legs.
Lick, suck, slurp.
"W-Wait... Lucian...?"
Rachel jolted in surprise, trying to sit up.
Lucian lifted his head.
His lips glistened with a mix of her arousal and his saliva.
"What are you... doing first thing in the morning... Ngh—!"
"Oh, you're awake?"
Lucian licked his lips casually as he replied.
"Rachel, your pussy is just too fascinating. I wanted to get a good look in the daylight, but... I couldn't resist."
"Eek! W-Why would you stare at it like that?!"
Rachel's face instantly turned beet red.
At night, the darkness had made it less embarrassing, but now, under the bright sunlight, her most private place was being scrutinized like a specimen under a magnifying glass.
"Last night, I felt it. Just how incredible you are inside."
Lucian spread her thighs wider.
"You're a true meiki. I wanted to study your inner structure—how it gripped my cock so tightly it wouldn't let go. Purely academic curiosity."
His words were scholarly, but his gaze was that of a starving wolf.
Lucian lowered his head again.
"I need to examine you further."
He used both hands to part her plump labia majora, then dragged his tongue from the entrance of her labia minora all the way up to her inner walls.
Schlick! Slurp! Smack!
"Ngh... Ah! Ah... Lucian!"
Rachel clutched the pillow tightly.
Even if they were married now, this kind of stimulation the moment she woke up was too much.
The pain from her torn hymen still lingered, and her entrance, roughly stretched for the first time last night, was slightly swollen.
But every flick of Lucian's tongue transformed the ache into sharp pleasure that shot up her spine.
"Ha... Even the swelling is pretty. Like a red flower."
Lucian tapped her engorged clit with the tip of his tongue before thrusting it inside her, pumping in and out.
Squelch, squelch.
"Ah! It hurts... It hurts but... Hnngh!"
It hurt, but she could still feel it.
Rachel felt dizzy. Here she was, a new bride, legs spread wide under the midday sun, being eaten out by her husband.
She writhed in shame, but her body responded eagerly—her arousal gushing out in waves.
"Lucian... Please...!"
Rachel thought this was too much.
If this continued, the bed would be soaked again before breakfast.
"Lucian! Last night was my first time, and I'm still sore! We have a lot to do today—let's wait until tonight, okay? Please?"
She desperately pushed his head away, pleading.
Finally, Lucian pulled back and stopped. Seeing the tears in her eyes and her trembling thighs, his rationality returned.
"Ah... I'm sorry. You're just too beautiful, and I lost control..."
He felt guilty for letting his instincts take over without considering his bride's condition after her first night.
"Rest a little longer. I'll postpone our schedule."
He kissed her forehead, wiping his wet lips regretfully before heading to the bathroom.
Rachel collapsed onto the bed with a sigh of relief.
"Good grief... Is this how it's going to be every day?"
She was flattered that a man who had known so many women was so obsessed with her body, but at the same time, the thought of what lay ahead was daunting.
Rachel's ominous premonition was spot-on.
Lucian seemed addicted to her.
Like a man who had starved his whole life, he sought her out relentlessly.
Morning sex the moment they woke up.
Afternoon dessert sex post-lunch.
A pre-dinner appetizer.
And then the full marathon at night.
"Rachel, come here for a second."
"No! The maids are—"
"It's fine. Just be quiet."
On the mahogany desk in his office, in the garden's shade, in the bathroom, the dressing room...
Lucian's massive cock plunged into her everywhere, without restraint.
He never used contraception, filling her womb raw until it sloshed with his cum daily.
"Ngh... It's hard to even walk..."
After a week, Rachel was practically crawling.
Her pussy was swollen, red, and oversensitive—even the slightest brush stung.
Her breasts, relentlessly sucked and kneaded, were so tender that even the fabric of her dress grazing them hurt.
Every day was pure physical exhaustion.
Though the screams were happy ones, the intensity of their newlywed life bordered on dangerous.
Outwardly, Rachel remained as elegant and poised as ever, but beneath her clothes, her most intimate places were always slick with arousal and semen.
Clutching her aching lower half, Rachel prayed fervently that tonight, he might act just a little more like a gentleman.
(Of course, that wish would never come true.)
### [The Maids' Gossip Hour]
During afternoon tea, delicious snacks were laid out, but the maids' expressions were sour.
"Hmph, this is just unfair. These days, the Count only dotes on Lady Rachel... He doesn't even glance at us anymore."
Ari pouted, resting her chin on her hand.
"They're newlyweds. We should be understanding," Maria soothed, but Ari wasn't having it.
"No, you know. When I first slept with the Count, he still visited you all occasionally. But now? It's a complete monopoly! He barely leaves Lady Rachel's room."
"Hmm... The Count must be completely smitten. Maybe because he waited so long for his fiancée..."
Ella sighed, swirling her teacup with a hint of jealousy.
Nancy was absent, likely meeting with the guard captain, while Riri was too shy to join the conversation. I-seo sipped her tea silently.
Sophia, who was also present, didn't look well.
"Lady Sophia, try these cookies. The Count brought them from the royal palace—the butter flavor is exquisite."
Maria offered a plate, trying to lighten the mood.
"Ah... Thank you."
Sophia forced a smile as she picked one up.
"Urk—!"
She suddenly covered her mouth, gagging.
"Lady Sophia?!"
The maids rushed to support her.
"S-Sorry... I suddenly felt nauseous..."
"Are you alright? You've been pale lately... Are you unwell?"
Maria patted her back worriedly, but Sophia shook her head.
"I don't know... I've been weak, feverish... This has never happened before. Maybe indigestion? I should lie down."
She staggered to her feet.
"That's odd. The Priestess barely eats—how could she be sick?"
Ella tilted her head in confusion.
"Hmm... Suspicious..."
A voice suddenly piped up from thin air.
Bella the succubus, who had been lurking unnoticed in the corner.
"Gah! Since when were you there?!"
"What? Happy to see me? Want to play, big sis?"
Bella cackled, making Ella flinch—the memory of the "double fellatio incident" flashing in her mind—before she quickly grabbed I-seo's hand for support.
"Ugh, go away. And what's so suspicious?"
Bella ignored her, staring intently at Sophia's retreating back, sniffing the air.
"Her scent's different. That holy woman... No, the Priestess smells off."
"Scent?"
"Yeah. She reeks of Master Lucian."
The maids gasped.
"Oh~ So the Count slept with Lady Sophia?"
Ari said it casually, but Bella shook her head.
"No, not just post-sex traces. It's deeper... more fundamental. Like his essence is steeped into her."
As a succubus who fed on vitality, Bella had a keen nose for the scent of life.
Her eyes narrowed.
"But that's weird. Recently, Master's only been with that Rachel woman. It's been ages since he touched the Priestess."
At that moment, I-seo, who had been silently listening, set down her cup and stood abruptly.
"I have matters to attend to. Excuse me."
As she hurried out, Bella sneered.
"Tch, that Seris woman. Always killing the mood. Boring."
With I-seo gone, the remaining maids dove back into gossip.
"But when did the Count even have time for Lady Sophia? He took her alone to Kurkan before, but this is favoritism!"
"Hey, if we're counting, the Head Maid's been with him the most. Even with new women, the Count always returns to Maria."
"What if Lady Sophia has some sacred technique we don't know about? If it's true, I
need
to learn it!"
The maids (mainly Ella and Ari) used Bella's words as fuel, excitedly debating when, where, and
how
Lucian and Sophia might have had their passionate night.
Meanwhile, I-seo quickened her steps toward Sophia's quarters, her expression grave.
[Images: Various illustrations of the scenes described—Lucian's obsession, the maids gossiping, Sophia's discomfort, etc.]