Chapter 9: Isabel (2)

“Come up to the room.”

Isabel’s voice was a little more excited than usual. Her face was flushed, and her cheeks were dyed red. It was true that she had cherished and loved me until now. Every time I kissed her, Isabel gradually demanded bolder actions, eventually coming to enjoy having her nipples caressed.

But this was the first time she had explicitly called me to her bed like this.

Today, I hadn’t had sex with Elena yet. Since gaining strength, how much cum had I poured into Elena, and how hard had I tried to sex appeal her. I had explicitly moaned during sex in the bathroom, and I had awakened Isabel’s pleasure by fiddling with every corner of her body.

She was now sitting on the mattress in a haughty pose, her earlobes flushed red. A lady’s dignity was something difficult to maintain, yet precarious and vulgar, collapsing with just a slight push. Isabel’s dignity right now was a futile thing, scattering with a dazed expression the moment I lightly bit her nipple.

“Why did you call me?”

I knew why she had called me. It was because, at some point, whenever I kissed her, she would give me glances asking for more. She’d subtly guide my hands from touching her breasts lower, or have the hands around her waist move slightly down to caress her buttocks. The exposure of her underwear gradually increased, and she’d tousle her thin dress so her collarbones were clearly visible.

And how lewd her breasts looked peeking through the gaps in her loose clothes. I would pretend to accept her seduction, frantically groping her breasts, but then leave her making pained moans with her head weakly tilted and walk away.

“Why did you call me?”

Isabel’s face was red. She was already breathing heavily. Ignoring my worn-out clothes, she raised her hand towards my waist, then tapped between my legs with her fingers, signaling me. Her slender fingertips touched the bulge of my pants, and I felt myself stiffening and growing hard. Isabel trembled slightly and began stroking my stiff cock through my pants.

A silent movement. In a way, that might have been the last shred of dignity she had left as a noble lady. A very absurd and bothersome dignity, waiting for me to ravish her crudely. That single remaining shred of pride was a lustful dignity that made a person burn even hotter.

“Shall I kiss you?”

I asked, stroking her cheek. Just me speaking made the corners of her mouth lift. She glanced up at me with a tense face and said this.

“Just kissing? Are you only going to kiss me?”

Her hand pulled down my pants. An object too large for my underwear to contain sprang out stiffly. That lewd shape pointing directly at her face. Isabel’s hand carefully cupped my glans and asked again.

“Really. Are you only going to kiss me?”

She had a knack for driving people, no, demons, crazy. The moment I heard that, I decided to stop playing games with her. She wanted me to cross the line and ravish her. She hoped I would fill the joy she felt as a woman, joy her husband had never provided, in a very gentle and lewd way.

“Mmph……!”

Instead of answering, I grabbed her lips and pushed my tongue in. As we tangled somewhat violently, she wrapped her arms around my back and dug her fingernails in, scratching me.

“Hk……! Hng……!”

Isabel’s body couldn’t withstand my weight and collapsed onto the mattress. My hard cock pressed and stimulated her lower abdomen. Every time it touched, she’d twist her hips slightly to avoid it, making it feel like she was caressing my cock using her own slender belly.

“Ngh……! Hhup……! Puh……!”

When she opened her mouth to breathe, I lowered my hips a bit more to align our genitals. The fabric covering the bulge was caught between her slit and my cock as they meshed.

“Ah……!”

Pressing my glans firmly against her soft slit, I started sucking on her breasts. Her dress loosened, and her underwear lay scattered on the mattress. Isabel, not accustomed to clothes getting disheveled, didn’t know what to do and just clutched the blanket.

“Ah…! Aah……! E-Evan…!”

She called my name, held my head firmly, and buried it into her breasts. The soft, ample flesh enveloped my face tightly before releasing, leaving my saliva marks on her chest. Her nipple tips were hard, and my cock, dripping pre-cum, was screaming for her to reveal the hole it wanted to thrust into.

I threw off my underwear. She waited with her underwear hanging on her thighs. When I placed my hands on her hips, Isabel turned her head and covered her mouth. Pulling her panties down to her knees revealed glistening, wet thighs and a seductive gesture of naturally lifting her knees to help remove the underwear.

Two pairs of panties dropped to the floor with a ‘tok’.

I kissed her once more. I moved my fingers between her legs, which offered no resistance now. Between the thin, neatly trimmed pubic hair, pink flesh pulsed, waiting for my fingers.

“Eek……! Aah……!”

The moment I inserted my fingers and moved them gently, she spread her legs and writhed her hips. Still kissing her, I grabbed her waist with my other hand, pulling her tightly so she couldn’t escape. And I whispered in her ear.

“Does it hurt?”

“Ah, it doesn’t hurt…! Th-that’s why…. that……! Hyat……!”

Isabel let out another cute moan and bucked her hips. She was a married woman, but everything she was experiencing now was new to her. Because sex, for her, had been not love, but violence. Merely an excretion of sadistic and selfish desires.

“Aah……! Hh……! What……! This……! feeling good……! Hng……! It’s my first time……! Ah……!”

Love like this now was unfamiliar yet intriguing to her. When I opened my mouth, she’d stick out her tongue and lick it like a baby bird taking food from its mother. It didn’t matter that saliva dripped from the corners of her lips. I held her waist tightly and gently scraped inside her vaginal walls, searching for sensitive spots. When I poked a spot that seemed sensitive…

“Hwaaaah!”

She’d react by bucking her hips wildly like this. She shook her head back and forth, buried her face in my chest, trembled uncontrollably, and moaned.

“Aah……! Eugh……! Ugh! I-It feels strange……! Don’t……! touch me like that……! Aah……! I-I don’t know this……! Hhuk……! Eugh……!”

When one’s mind goes blank, their gaze becomes vacant and their breathing rough. They become a beast, mindlessly thrusting their hips with their tongue slightly out, craving only pleasure. Isabel, she was a beast right now. A beast trembling from pleasure she was tasting for the first time, craving only my fingers. She scratched my back frantically with her fingers, then reflexively pushed me away with her other hand. A contradictory sight, clinging to me yet fearing the sensation she was experiencing for the first time. Isabel’s eyes rolled back slightly, and the hand pushing me away trembled like it was electrocuted before suddenly pulling me into a tight embrace.

“Eek……! Aah……! Ah……!”

Her fingernails must have turned white from scratching my back. She moaned into my ear, tears streaming down her face. Her lower body was damp, and her love juice splattered following my busy fingers. Droplets splashed as she clenched her legs tightly, finally reaching her climax.

“Aaaaaaaaah! Aagk…! Keuk…! Haa……!”

She didn’t seem like she would fall off me. Vacant eyes and panting breaths. A flushed face and hair stuck to her cheeks. The stained mattress showed her, wet down to her knees, and my cock was still hard, looking for a place to release its tension.

“My head… feels fuzzy…!”

Isabel said that. Leaving behind such a lewd woman, what the hell was that bastard doing? The saying ‘can’t eat it even if given’ applied perfectly here. This lewd woman, who dripped like she had everything in the world with just a little careful handling, was now mine to devour.

I climbed onto the mattress.

The soft feel of the bed was so plush it made my body flinch the first time I got on it. Isabel must have felt my body tremble and reached out to me, saying.

“It’s okay. Put it in. Deep.”

Every time I slowly rubbed near the entrance, her breathing heated up again. The spot where her husband once slept was empty, and Isabel’s naked body was full of my marks. I placed my hands on her shoulders, and Isabel spread her legs wantonly, pulling me closer.