Ch.151Honeymoon (4) (Villainess Guard X Romance Fantasy Novel R-rated)

The horns, curved like those of a sheep, had a shape that seemed oddly familiar.

While slightly biting her lip from the hot sensation coming from below, the horns on Irene’s head gave Evan a strange sense of déjà vu.

Something he hadn’t seen before coming to this continent.

‘…No way.’

Evan was confused by the sensations he felt below, but at the same time, he quietly gasped when he saw those horns. He realized where he had seen them before—they were identical to the horns that woman Adilun Rodenov was said to possess.

He wondered when she had acquired such things, but… Evan deliberately pretended not to notice and gently grasped the horns.

They felt rough to the touch. Like the handle of a sword, small protrusions on the horns prevented his hands from slipping, gripping Evan’s hands firmly.

Though his body occasionally twitched from waves of pleasure, the curved horns seemed to anticipate this, holding Evan’s hands securely.

Irene absently moved her tongue while keeping Evan’s penis in her mouth. Her eyes narrowed from the heat that seemed like it could melt her mouth at any moment. Like a snake, Irene extended her tongue and lightly licked that hot thing.

Stimulating the tip, she eventually moved her head to take Evan’s member all the way to the back of her throat.

“Nngh.”

Evan unconsciously gripped the horns and tilted his head back. He could feel her uvula against his penis as it penetrated deep into her throat.

Each time her throat swallowed, the pressure squeezing his penis felt like it would suck everything out of his urethra.

With his mind blank, only instinct remained. He adjusted his grip on the horns and surrendered to Irene’s movements.

A wave of intense pleasure washed over him, making stars seem to sparkle before his eyes.

Hot, soft, and enveloping with warmth, Evan unconsciously clenched his teeth as the sensation seemed to cover his entire body.

Tears flowed from the rough exploration of her throat, but Irene continued to take Evan’s member into her mouth while holding her breath.

The precum leaking from the tip coated her throat smoothly. As she wrapped her tongue around his swollen penis that seemed ready to release at any moment, a tingling sensation began to emanate from Irene’s head as she gripped Evan’s waist.

She could feel him holding her horns. Simultaneously, love juices burst toward her thighs, and Irene’s arched throat swallowed Evan’s penis without any chance to resist.

His semen erupted and flowed down Irene’s throat toward her insides.

It filled her mouth completely, and eventually, semen that she couldn’t swallow in time dripped from the corners of her mouth onto the ground.

*Cough- cough-!*

The pleasure bordered on pain, but that violent ecstasy was more intense than anything she had ever felt before.

Spitting out semen from her mouth repeatedly, Irene’s body collapsed onto the bed, which was sticky with her own fluids.

Her slightly raised buttocks continued to twitch. Her throat burned, but what itched even more was her womanhood.

Love juices flowed continuously from her vagina, which gaped open as if calling for Evan’s member to enter.

Evan’s hand touched her buttocks, which were as white and soft as whipped cream.

Irene’s waist bent again under his strong grip, which squeezed her as firmly as he had kneaded her breasts.

“Hm, ah.”

While spitting out semen she hadn’t fully swallowed, another wave of excitement from the masochistic pleasure washed over Irene’s body.

This time, her horns were grabbed from behind, tilting her head backward.

She was about to ask him to be gentler, but then bit her lip slightly when she felt something touch her womanhood.

…It was more swollen than she had expected. Irene’s brow furrowed at the heat, which was much hotter than when she had first seen it.

And from the electrifying sensation she felt inside, Irene buried her face in the blanket and let out a silent moan.

Just the head had barely entered, yet her narrow vaginal walls seemed to contract around it.

Though the sensation was much more painful than what she had first felt, Evan, having gradually adapted to the pleasure-like pain, slowly began to push his penis in.

“…I’ll be gentle.”

His lips moved quietly. Due to the rough fellatio from earlier when he had gripped her horns, Irene looked quite disheveled.

When he grabbed her still-trembling buttocks, her soft flesh sank between his fingers like malleable cotton.

He gripped them tightly, then gently pulled on Irene’s horns while simultaneously moving his hips.

Irene’s waist arched like a spring when his penis instantly reached the end of her vaginal wall. Her mouth, unable to even moan, hung open, releasing only empty breaths.

“…!”

Because her horns were held, Irene couldn’t offer any resistance. With each movement of Evan’s hips, her body moved in tandem.

She tried to endure the pleasure by turning her head to bite the blanket, but each time Evan lifted his hips and pressed down with his body weight, Irene had no choice but to open her mouth helplessly to that irresistible pleasure.

Being pregnant and having children in the next room had prevented them from engaging in such rough movements, but now they were giving Irene more excitement than she had felt even as a virgin.

Breast milk dripped from her trembling chest. Occasionally, unwiped semen was coughed out from her gaping mouth.

It was truly a mess unbefitting a noble lady, but seeing her like this only made Evan’s penis swell more with a sense of conquest.

Irene twisted her body at the sensation of his relentless penetration. With her head tilted back from being held by the horns, her breasts swayed in the air.

“Hmm, huk, huaa…!”

Despite saying he would be gentle, his increasingly rough movements made Irene look at Evan with reproachful eyes.

But before their eyes could meet, Evan moved his hips again, and Irene’s buttocks, which had fallen forward, collided with Evan’s pelvis with a slapping sound.

The semen filling her vagina made sloshing sounds with each movement of Irene’s body.

But Evan didn’t stop. As if pouring out all the passion and sexual desire he had been holding back, he continued to move his hips until Irene’s womb was completely filled and swollen with his semen.

Unlike when he was a Master, now that he had reached an even higher level, his stamina was no longer a disadvantage against Irene.

The speed of his hip movements increased with his swollen muscles.

Using her horns like handles, he thrust into her, then moved his hands to grasp her breasts, which were leaking milk, and sucked on them with his mouth.

Unlike the awkwardness of their first time, his movements were now much more skilled.

Her womanhood, wetter than when he was being gentle, perfectly accepted Evan’s penis without any injury.

This must be what they call a “heavenly vagina.” No matter what position or how much force he used, intense pleasure was transmitted from inside, causing Evan’s mouth to open slightly.

“Gen…gentle…hmph.”

Only then could Evan feel her gaze upon him. He thought perhaps he had surrendered too much to his instincts.

As regret gradually crept in, Evan stopped his rough hip movements and gently stroked Irene’s waist.

Her twitching response to his touch was… still charming no matter how many times he saw it. Evan kissed the bridge of Irene’s nose and smiled faintly as he spoke.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself… I couldn’t resist.”

“That’s fine, but I don’t have time to… hmph, think.”

Irene embraced Evan’s stationary hips and moved her lips. Her labored breath was hot.

It was pleasing to hear that he had reacted that way because of her, but being unable to say what she wanted to say was uncomfortable in many ways.

After catching her breath while embracing Evan’s waist, Irene kissed him lightly and slowly spoke.

“…Can you do something for me?”

“You mean holding you?”

When Evan asked, Irene pressed her breasts, wet with sweat and milk, against his body and quietly whispered in his ear.

His penis swelled again inside Irene as her hardened nipples tickled his chest and her heated breath reached him.

Enjoying that feeling, Irene’s waist trembled slightly as she smiled with pleasure.

“Lift me up and do it. Since I’m not completely filled yet… until I’m completely filled with yours.”

Evan stared blankly at Irene for a moment, then picked her up and moved toward the wall, still inside her.

Irene gritted her teeth because he moved while still penetrating her, but Evan no longer noticed such things.

The only words in his mind now were “lift me up” and “until I’m filled.”

When Irene’s back touched the wall, she felt its coldness. But she smiled faintly at the contrasting warmth of his body temperature and began to surrender to the pleasure she felt from below.

The indescribable pleasure came from her vaginal walls being pressed down by the added weight of her body, with her feet not touching the ground.

“Haaah…!”

For a moment, her eyes rolled back, and she involuntarily let out a sharp scream. It was a much more difficult position than before, and it consumed a lot of energy, making her breathe heavily after just a few movements.

But the satisfaction was greater than ever, and Irene’s nails dug into Evan’s shoulders as she leaned against the wall with her waist lifted.

Evan’s shoulders, reddened from the pressure of her grip, were evidence of that pleasure.

Love juices soaked her thighs, and flesh meeting flesh made slapping sounds.

The inside of her thighs was red and mottled from the impact.

“Ah, hm..!”

As her inner flesh convulsed and tightened around him, Evan saw Irene’s eyes wavering and used all his strength to touch her deepest spot.

Irene’s trembling body stiffened for a moment.

Her entire body shook, and her mind turned white, seeing only brilliant stars and lights before her eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Evan, finally reaching his limit, poured everything into Irene’s depths.

Ejaculation—he felt like he had truly released everything without holding back a single drop.

By then, the floor was already covered with that white, thick semen.

Her womb was so full that there was no space left.

How long had she been pregnant for it to be filled like this again… Despite feeling a strange anxiety, Irene collapsed onto Evan and exhaled heavily.

She could feel Evan’s chest rising and falling. His heart was pounding just like hers, and Irene quietly smiled as she rested her head on his chest.

“…Good job.”

Though Evan, who had fallen asleep immediately after ejaculating, couldn’t hear her voice, Irene pressed her lips against his and gently closed her eyes.

Through the gap in the curtains, she could see the gradually setting sun. Perhaps they would sleep until the next day.

Irene and Evan dreamed while embracing each other.

A peaceful and happy dream, the kind they rarely had.