First Night (2)
First Night (2)
"Are you all right?"
Yuan Shu asked with concern, mindful that she had already climaxed several times during what came before.
To this, Dong Zhuo answered with utter sincerity.
"Qu-quickly... put it in... please. Husband..."
An unambiguous request, nearly pleading in its urgency.
Yuan Shu, who had hesitated for a moment, began to let a tranquil smile play at the corners of his mouth.
"If my wife wishes it. Gladly."
And then—
"Hrk—!"
—squelch, squelch—
From below, a sensation as if something were welling up and filling her.
Along with the most intense feeling she had ever experienced in her life, Dong Zhuo had the sensation that her breath had been stolen away in an instant.
Dong Zhuo possessed wider hips than most women.
Even so, in this moment, the man's member that had driven into her body felt as though it strained even her "vessel" to contain it.
'It's... it's... inside... truly...'
Something hot filling her lower belly completely.
At some point, it brought a sensation as though something deep inside her was being torn.
"Krrrgh—!"
"...!"
A sharp pain laced with intense pleasure.
At a sensation that could not even be compared to the climaxes from moments before, tears spilled from her eyes.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Dong Zhuo began to pant raggedly.
Gently, Yuan Shu drew her body into his arms.
"Hrrmm... haaah... mmzzt... haah..."
The man's fierce kisses followed.
Under an act that made her feel as though they had become one, from above and below at the same moment,
Dong Zhuo wept as she reached out and pulled his body close.
A surging wave of sensation so intense it felt as though her brain might melt away.
Surrendering herself to it, Dong Zhuo focused every nerve on the feeling of the man's tongue and the sensation wrapped around the depths of her womb.
But then...
"Now then... let us begin."
"... Huh?"
Begin? Once it was inside, wasn't this the end of it?
For a moment, Dong Zhuo felt bewildered by Yuan Shu's incomprehensible words.
But before she could ponder it deeply, Yuan Shu gave her the answer.
His body drew back slightly, as if pulling out.
And then—
—crack!
"Hrrrrrrghhh—!!!"
A staggering sensation, as if her entire body were being split in two.
With a shock that ran from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes, a scream burst straight from Dong Zhuo's lips.
This overwhelmingly violent feeling, however, did not end with a single stroke.
"Haah—! Hrrrrghhh—!! Wa... wait...! Huuaaaarrrgh—!"
As if the first impact had been merely a foretaste, the sensations slammed into her harder and harder.
Her husband's member pounding at the entrance of her womb imparted a feeling like a battering ram hammering at a fortress gate.
—squelch—!
"Guuugghhh—!!!"
As if her breath might stop entirely, she forced the air from her lungs.
With sensations crashing over her like waves, Dong Zhuo began to find it difficult even to keep her wits.
Amid a torrent too intense to withstand, Dong Zhuo let out a cry fit for a beast.
A feeling as though the thread of reason she had barely been clinging to was being forcibly torn away.
With every thrust of the man's hips before her, the increasingly ferocious sensations
made Dong Zhuo feel as though something from an entirely different plane was striding toward her, step by step.
"Grrrgh—! Haaaah—! Haah—!"
Happiness, joy, pain, and pleasure.
The emotions she had long known erupted like a volcano reaching its limit,
and from Dong Zhuo's mouth, moans seized by pure instinct burst forth.
And at last...
"Gh—!"
"Hrrrmm—! Husbaaaannnnn—drrghh—!!!"
Along with Yuan Shu's short groan,
a cry poured from Dong Zhuo's mouth that sounded much like the whinny of Red Hare.
A strange sound, so bizarre that even as she made it she wondered how such a noise could come from her own lips.
At the same time, Dong Zhuo began to register something viscous welling up inside her belly.
Something flooding her womb with a roiling sensation.
Realizing that this was what was called "seed,"
Dong Zhuo felt the strength drain from her entire body in transport, and without knowing it herself, a smile stole across her lips.
"Huurk... huurk... huurk..."
Utterly exhausted, Dong Zhuo went limp.
Gazing at Dong Zhuo, Yuan Shu let out a quiet breath.
Yuan Shu's body was drenched in sweat just as hers was.
Slowly, he withdrew the thing that had been buried inside Dong Zhuo's body.
"Gh..."
The sensation of what had been filling her insides pulling out.
A stinging feeling came with it, and as she grimaced slightly, Dong Zhuo caught her breath amid a wave of lightheadedness.
'More taxing than I thought... this business of coupling between man and woman...'
The physical exertion itself had not been that great.
For a woman who swung a large blade around on the battlefield, this level of effort was surely no more than light exercise.
Yet apart from the degree of bodily movement, the draining sensations she now felt far surpassed anything she had imagined.
The physical expenditure was nothing remarkable, but the emotional dimension was the problem.
The vivid pain, the staggering pleasure that accompanied it, and the rapture—each tiny motion had consumed enormous stamina.
From Dong Zhuo's standpoint, stamina spent in this fashion was by no means a bad thing, of course.
'It... felt wonderful... To think something so sublime existed... It feels as though I have wasted half my life.'
A happiness so profound that she regretted not having done it the very day she confessed to Gonglu, setting aside all the empty formalities and ceremony.
With a twinge of regret at that fact, and a growing wish to do it many, many more times, Dong Zhuo gazed at her husband's sweat-slicked face.
"Hoo... Are you all right, my wife?"
"Haa... I am... all right. Though it did... hurt a little."
Having caught her breath at Yuan Shu's words, Dong Zhuo managed a strained smile.
Her ragged breathing, soaked in sweat.
With a fierce thirst making itself known, though she had not a trace of strength left in her body, Dong Zhuo made herself rise from the bed and gulped down the water set beside her.
The lightheadedness began to subside with the cold water.
Just as she was regaining a little composure...
Dong Zhuo's eyes strayed toward the thing that had been inside her body until moments ago.
Smeared with the red blood that had come from her body—the so-called maiden's blood—
and with the white, sticky seed clinging to it.
Even so, that object, still standing rigidly firm, began to stir something like a strange temptation in Dong Zhuo's heart.
"Gulp..."
"My wife?"
Drawn by an allure she found hard to resist, Dong Zhuo slowly crept toward it.
Seen up close, the man's thing was even more impressive.
Swathed in prominent veins, still throbbing with an aura of overflowing vigor.
She took that large, beautiful treasure carefully in her hand,
and then Dong Zhuo placed it into her mouth.
"Haaah... haaah... smack... shlrrrp..."
She began to suck, using her tongue and her mouth.
With her own lips, she cleaned away all the white seed coating it.
A fishy yet strangely sweet flavor registered there.
The taste was not especially fine, but it was oddly addictive, and Dong Zhuo continued to lavish attention on the man's member.
At that moment—
"Mmrf—!"
Yuan Shu seized Dong Zhuo by the head.
With something close to roughness, he thrust his member into Dong Zhuo's mouth.
'! It's... huge... mmrf—!'
Not content with filling her mouth, it pressed past her throat.
With her breath cut off and a burning heat registering in her mouth, Dong Zhuo sucked the man's member all the more frantically.
Her heart pounded.
Her lower belly clenched more wildly.
More.
Give me more.
Of this man's seed.
And at last.
"Gh—!"
"Mmf—!"
Along with a sudden spasm, a thick fluid flooded into her mouth.
She had not fully realized when she received it below, but now, with her mouth filled and the seed swallowed down beyond her throat, Dong Zhuo knew with certainty that the volume was not ordinary.
"Shlrrrp..."
Having sowed his seed once more, the man's thing withdrew from her mouth.
Dong Zhuo swallowed down the rest of what filled her mouth.
"Gulp..."
"You swallowed it?"
"Ah... is one not... supposed to?"
"No, it is no trouble. Only—it is hardly a pleasant flavor. There was no need to go so far."
"Hm... mm..."
Dong Zhuo's face flushed slightly when she realized the mood had carried her too far.
At any rate, despite the minor incident,
Dong Zhuo was beginning to feel inwardly pleased that the wedding night had concluded well.
But then...
"Now, let us continue."
"Pardon? What do you—!?"
In that instant, Dong Zhuo belatedly looked at Yuan Shu again.
What she saw there was that thing—having spilled seed twice in a row inside her, its vigor still not diminished in the slightest.
'Wh... how? I was certain that coupling ended once the man had spilled his seed once or twice...'
Easily overturning the shallow knowledge she possessed, Yuan Shu began to advance on Dong Zhuo.
"Ah... ah... is this not a bit excessive? You must be tired, so perhaps we might leave it here for tonight... mmf—!"
Dong Zhuo spoke in an awkward tone.
Before the words were even finished, Yuan Shu locked his lips against Dong Zhuo's, somewhat roughly.
And then.
"Haah... Hu... Husband?"
"You are too cruel, my wife... After making me burn so fiercely just now, to tell me to stop."
"Ah... th-that... that's... ah."
"Do you know... just how long I have restrained myself until now? To have my wife take the initiative like this is truly a source of the greatest delight."
"Uhh..."
After roughly laying Dong Zhuo down again, Yuan Shu stripped off the upper garment he had still been wearing.
Watching him give off a barely contained, almost menacing intensity,
Dong Zhuo understood at last.
That her own thoughtless act
had gone and thrown kindling onto the fire.
"Prepare yourself. I will not let you sleep tonight."
"Gulp..."
With those words, Yuan Shu began to advance with a terrifying intensity.
A dense feeling of foreboding washed over her at the same moment,
while even amid that, a strange sense of anticipation that still had not faded crept in.
A rigid smile began to spread across Dong Zhuo's lips.
Afterward.
The two's wedding night came to an end only when the hour arrived at which the first rooster crowed.