The Northern Duke’s Daughter Will Never Fall – Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Manly

[19+ Chapter Summary: The two had sex.]

I didn’t need a reason.

Leopold von Einthafen moved slowly, caressing Astrid von Miterien’s breasts over what they called sportswear—though to me, it was just some nameless clothing.

Her breasts felt good to touch.

Not only were they large, but they were elastic too, so every time I kneaded them with my hands, their shape distorted freely, and the flesh spilled out between my fingers.

Soft.

It felt like I could knead them my whole life and never grow tired of it.

“Astie… I love you.”

“Hn, hngh.”

Astie’s face flushed red, and she seemed dazed.

My hand, which had been wandering over her clothes, slithered like a snake beneath her sportswear.

Every time my somewhat rough touch grazed her smooth, pale skin, red marks lingered.

“Astie, are you okay…?”

What was I asking if she was okay about?

Astrid von Miterien tried to think through her fevered mind, but no answer came.

“I’m okay, so… please come…”

Her voice trembled with heat.

Finally, my hands pulled up Astrid’s sportswear, revealing her heavy, weighty breasts before my eyes.

“They’re big.”

“D-Don’t say that…”

So embarrassing…

Though those words didn’t come out, I kept kneading Astrid’s breasts relentlessly.

Truly, they were breasts that felt amazing to grip.

Her nipples had long since stiffened, standing erect.

The moment I saw them, the moment I saw those vivid pink nipples, I instinctively took one into my mouth.

“Hah, haang…”

A sweet, trembling moan.

Astrid twisted her body as if it tickled, trying to push me away.

But since she couldn’t, it seemed she didn’t really want to stop me either.

“Astie… Astie.”

“Your Highness…”

The basement apartment was already thick with sultry heat.

The training pants I wore had long since tented tightly at the crotch.

With every touch of my hands, the clothes Astrid wore peeled off one by one.

The training outfit came off, then the sportswear that barely clung to her breasts.

Her hair spilled out, scattering across the bed.

My hand reached her training pants.

Astrid flinched briefly at the sensation against her hips, drawing her legs together, but then she relaxed, letting them spread.

Soon, clad only in panties, she covered her breasts with both arms, now free, and avoided my gaze.

“…It’s, it’s my first time. So… be gentle, please.”

Her voice shrank with nervousness.

The moment I heard that, something inside me snapped.

I tore off my top carelessly, then stripped off my pants too.

My panties strained, taut and ready to tear.

Astrid’s eyes widened in shock at the sight.

“Y-Your Highness…?! Th-That… that…”

“…Don’t say anything.”

No.

Even so, was that size even possible?

Astrid stared in disbelief the moment she saw it.

Was that really a plausible size?

That… was going to fit?

Really?

Without realizing it, Astrid mentally measured its size and compared it to her own groin.

‘This… this…?’

Then I brushed her hand aside.

My touch grazed over her panties.

“Haa, ah, ngh, nngh… Th-This is weird… Your Highness, I… w-wait… hiing?!”

My fingers, which had been stroking over her panties, pushed them aside and caressed the already moist crevice between.

Each time, a lewd, squelching sound rang out.

“Astie, there’s no turning back now. Even if you tell me to stop, I intend to go all the way.”

A declaration of intent.

At this point, it was more like a notification.

Astrid looked at it and thought she’d been too hasty, too careless.

That thing—it felt almost like cheating, didn’t it?

As she thought that, another moan slipped from her lips.

One of my hands pressed down on her breast, toying with the nipple at its peak as I pleased.

The other stroked her crevice, lightly rolling the hardened clit that had emerged from its hood. Astrid couldn’t keep her wits about her.

“W-Why… why are you so good at this…?!”

“…I studied in advance, knowing a day like this would come. Didn’t I always say preparation is key?”

My voice was thick with restraint.

My hands reached out, pulling Astrid up into an embrace.

I knelt on the mattress.

Astrid sat before me.

She swallowed hard, staring at my tented panties right in front of her.

Up close, the size was beyond words.

“…Take them off with your hands, Astie.”

At that, Astrid looked up at me with a dazed expression.

I gazed down at her, my face resolute.

As if I’d never yield, never compromise.

“O-Okay…”

With trembling hands, Astrid hooked her fingers into the waistband of my panties.

She tugged down the already sweat-dampened fabric bit by bit until she finally pulled them off completely—

Slap

“Ah, ow.”

Freed from the panties, it sprang up and struck Astrid’s cheek.

“S-Seriously… will this be okay…?”

“It’ll be fine, really.”

Astrid lay back and cautiously spread her legs.

I leaned over her, my resolve unshakable, pressing and kneading her breasts this way and that.

Each time, a sharp thrill shot down her spine.

If she let her guard down even for a moment, a moan would burst out, so she stared tensely at her own groin.

Would it be okay if that went in?

Was it really not a problem?

She couldn’t be sure.

“Y-Your Highness.”

“What’s wrong, Astie? I’m not backing down now, no matter what.”

“It’s not that…”

Astrid reached out and gently grasped it.

Feeling pity for it, still searching for its place, she guided it lightly to the entrance it sought.

Seeing this, it seemed I wasn’t experienced either.

‘…That’s no reason to feel relieved!’

Slowly, I felt her crevice part.

That thick—there was no other way to describe it—club-like thing pried her open and began to invade.

Heat piled onto heat, growing even hotter.

“Astie, does it hurt?”

To worry now, of all times—what a needlessly kind man.

Astrid frowned slightly at the foreign sensation and looked up at me.

Then she forced a smile.

“It’s, it’s fine. It’s fine, so…”

And in that instant, before her words fully settled, that foreign sensation tore her crevice wide open—

“Aghhh?!”

It hurt.

For a moment, it felt like her body was ripping apart.

It had already torn, but it felt like it was tearing more.

Pain surged through her entire body.

The real Astrid might have brushed it off, saying she’d been injured worse on the battlefield, but not this Astrid.

She’d never experienced pain like this before.

Agony so intense she couldn’t even find a trace of pleasure.

Without realizing it, Astrid clung to my neck.

“Astie, Astie…!”

It seemed it had gone all the way in.

Even so, it felt… manageable, maybe.

Now, it could probably move.

With that thought, Astrid tried to whisper in my ear.

“Now you can put it all in, right…?”

“…What?”

Only then did she look down and see it wasn’t even halfway in.

More of it still hadn’t entered her crevice.

“W-Wait, Your Highness…?!”

Before she could finish, the foreign sensation pushed in again.

Just when she thought it had hit the end, it went deeper; when she thought it was surely the limit, it went deeper still.

Astrid couldn’t open her mouth.

If she did, it felt like it might burst out through her throat.

It was as if her whole body had been pierced through.

“Hn, hngh…”

And within that, something ticklish began to bloom.

She wasn’t imagining it.

This was unmistakable pleasure.

Every time I moved.

Every time that cock, filling her completely, shifted even slightly.

Every time her inner walls twitched and gripped it.

That ticklishness, that pleasure, blossomed.

“Hah, haa. Hnngh, Your Highness…”

Her voice trembled uncontrollably.

As Astrid’s voice quivered, I pressed my lips to hers.

The sensation of our lips touching.

The feeling of a kiss.

Come to think of it, this was our first kiss.

To think their first time had started without even a kiss—Astrid silently vowed that if she ever did this again, she’d make sure to do it in the proper order.

“I’m going to move now… Astie.”

Without waiting for an answer, I began to move.

She could feel my cock shifting slowly inside her.

Beyond the motion of thrusting, the strange pulsing sensation each time I tensed was oddly vivid.

Every time my hands squeezed her breasts.

Every time it slid back and forth inside her.

Astrid couldn’t keep her senses straight, overwhelmed by the electric thrill racing down her spine.

What was this?

What was all of this?

She’d never felt anything like this in her life.

What was this, really…

Astrid bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans.

Even so, if she reacted this much during her first time, I might think it strange.

She didn’t want that kind of misunderstanding.

“Astie, Astie…”

“It’s, it’s fine, inside… inside. Inside…”

Her legs instinctively lifted, wrapping around mine.

To keep me from pulling out, to stop me from retreating further.

Slap, slap.

The sound of flesh against flesh.

That sound grew fiercer.

Then, at some point, it stopped, and I stiffened, trembling—

Shuddering.

***

“…Please keep this a secret from the real Astrid.”

“I will.”

A smile never left my face.

Astrid didn’t feel the same.

A faint pain lingered, and the foreign sensation in her lower body, from taking in my massive size, showed no sign of fading.

She grabbed a few tissues, wiped the spilled semen, and tossed them into the trash before fumbling to put her clothes back on.

“I’ll shower first.”

“Go ahead.”

I quietly watched Astrid’s back as she headed to the bathroom.

A woman’s body with artistic curves.

Large breasts, a slim waist, and captivating hips.

As I gazed at her retreating figure, something possessed me, and I rose from my seat.

Then I followed her into the bathroom.

“Y-Your Highness?! A-Are you going to shower first…?”

“Stay still, Astie.”

“No, wait… ahh… hold on, ah…”

“Still, stay still…”

“Y-Your Highness… hngh, hii, ngh, hngh…”