episode_0113

“Kyaaa!”

Ian, who had lost all self-control long before reaching their lodgings, immediately rented the nearest inn. The moment they entered, Arina was thrown onto the bed.

Not giving her a moment to adjust, Ian climbed over her, pinning down her limbs. Though his eager cock was already grinding between her thighs, leaving her no room to escape, the more he looked at her, the more his anger—of multiple varieties—flared.

Even when renting the room earlier, men had flocked around her. Whether because her expression had softened or because she was already dripping aroused pheromones at the thought of being taken by him, Ian couldn’t stand it.

Just as Arina was possessive, so was Ian. He wouldn’t allow another man’s touch to graze her skin.

The mere sight disgusted him. If anyone dared lay a finger on her, he might just slice it off.

“Huuuhh, what are you doing…?”

Breathing out a sweet sigh, Arina slowly lifted her legs. The needy wetness of her cunt’s entrance teased him openly.

Ian, who had already thrown off his clothes, felt his instincts scream—to slam into her soaking heat right then and there. But his reason resisted.

No matter how aroused he was, this was their first time together. He didn’t want to rush through it like some rutting animal.

So, ignoring the demands of his throbbing cock, Ian cupped Arina’s face and kissed her.

Her slender back arched reflexively as his fingers trailed down her spine. He pinned her trembling body beneath his weight before teasing her folds with his fingers.

“Hyahh… ♡”

Her face burned red with shame. Her delicate whimpers tickled his ears. The slick wetness that betrayed her arousal.

Every reaction was precisely what he had desperately longed to draw from her.

Even though she was already soaked, they hadn’t even begun. He could still push her sensitivity far beyond this.

To give her an unforgettable night.

Starting from her nape, Ian worshiped every inch of her—shoulders, waist, the curves of her body. Wherever his hands and lips traveled, they left behind marks, staining her pale skin crimson.

The longer he teased her, brushing over every erogenous zone, the rougher Arina’s breathing became. Her vision blurred as she cried out instinctually.

With every minute of tender foreplay, Arina crumbled rapidly beneath him. Lost to pleasure, she ground her swollen lips against Ian’s thigh.

“Ian, hurry…!”

“It’s still too soon. Can’t hold back anymore?”

“Nnnh—yes. Just put it in already… Fuck my slutty little pussy hard with your big cock, Master… ♡”

What to do? Ian hesitated for a moment.

He had planned to tease her longer—to etch their first night into her memory forever. But right now, this moment was for them.

He could set aside his selfishness. After all, even without forcing it, she was wholly his already.

Pressing the tip of his cock against her entrance, Ian asked one last time before pushing in.

“Are you really sure this is okay? Being my wife?”

They had confirmed each other’s feelings countless times already.

Ian and Arina were undeniably a couple who loved each other more than anything.

But even so, something still nagged at Ian.

Whether tonight or someday later, Arina would inevitably carry his child. She would become the mother of his children.

With her strong sense of responsibility, she would never abandon what was hers. So, having his child would be the final nail in the coffin—signaling the death of any lingering hope to return to her past.

To the man she had once cherished above all else—Liel Frost.

To give up the version of herself she had loved with such pride… that couldn’t possibly be easy.

After all, there had been a time when she sobbed, pleading she couldn’t relinquish that, even as she offered him her body.

Now, above his own desires, Ian had to prioritize her heart.

Arina knew he would never disregard something so important to her. Pulling back slightly from the haze of pleasure, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.

Locking eyes with him, she let her emotions show plainly on her face.

“…Yeah. It’s fine.”

Her expression held no trace of hesitation—only happiness.

“I did think about it, just once. But my feelings won’t change. Liel Frost—yes, he was truly important to me… But that’s over now. No matter how much I search, it’s pointless—that man won’t come back. The one in front of me now… you’re more precious to me than anyone else. So don’t worry. Being with you is what makes me happy.”

Her earnest words shattered the last of Ian’s hesitation. Arina eagerly welcomed the thick intrusion spreading her open.

“Nngh—!”

His cock stretched her exquisitely, scraping against every sensitive spot deep inside. The pleasure was incomparable to mere fingers—making her realize just how starved she had been.

Her body had always been absurdly sensitive. Made to be fucked, yet forced to endure years alone… Now, finally joined with the one she truly loved, Arina clung to Ian like a desert wanderer finding an oasis. Swaying her hips in time with his thrusts as she whined.

“Haahhh♡ Uhhn, hyahh♡”

“Feels good?”

Honestly, her face made the answer obvious. Drowning in pleasure, she couldn’t even form coherent thoughts—only broken moans.

Her reaction when he reached deep was the best. Where no ordinary man could reach, Ian ruthlessly pistoned into her, rubbing his crown against her cervix.

“Haaahhk?! It’s gooood, so good♡”

Without being asked, she slipped into honorifics like a wrecked mess. From what Ian had observed so far, Arina had a slight masochistic streak.

Whether it was innate or shaped by past events, she found comfort in submission—arousal in being dominated.

For Ian, that was nothing but a boon. Satisfying her need to be controlled ensured she stayed firmly in his grasp—and what man wouldn’t want to conquer the woman beneath him?

He roughly groped her chest, squeezing with all his strength.

“Kyaaahk♡ It hurtsss♡ It huuurts♡”

Though she screamed in pain, she never told him to stop. Sensing the heat in her voice, Ian twisted her hardened nipples lightly between his fingers.

“Kyahn♡ S-Stop♡ Stoppp♡ Why are you suddenly bullying me so meanly♡”

“You really hate it? Your pussy seems to be begging for the opposite…”

“Hyahhn♡ I-I’m not♡ Kyaahh♡ Like those other dumb sluts♡ How could I—enjoy thishh♡”

Mid-denial, her body betrayed her. The moment her nipple was pinched, she squirted.

“Really?”

“……”

With no excuse left, Arina blushed crimson and averted her gaze.

But once again, she didn’t say no. Understanding that unless she truly refused, he had no reason to restrain himself in bed, Ian flipped her onto her stomach without hesitation.

The sight of her plump breasts pressed against the mattress, spilling to the sides, sent a jolt of arousal through him. He sheathed himself inside her in one brutal thrust—even deeper than before.

“Haaak?! So deeeep♡”

The new angle allowed his cock to spear straight into her womb, forcing space inside her with every snap of his hips.

“W-Wait—! Don’t keep pounding there♡!”

Already pushed past her limit, Arina barely managed to lift herself up with trembling arms.

“I-Ian… Stop… Just let me rest a bit♡♡♡”

Overstimulated and teetering on the edge of sanity, she weakly tried to push him away. Being fucked raw after multiple orgasms was euphoric—but almost unbearably torturous too.

“Not yet. I haven’t even come once.”

When she whimpered and tried to slip free, Ian pinned her by the neck and yanked her arm back, using her like a living fleshlight.

“So meeean♡ Treating me like a goddamn toy♡ Hyaahn♡ Aahn♡ AAhn♡”

Though she pretended to protest, tears glistening in her eyes, her body burned hotter than ever.

“So… you don’t like it?”

No. She didn’t want him to stop at all. She wanted him to crush her under his weight—to be utterly conquered by her superior mate.

But wasn’t this… kinda messed up? Too perverted?

Aroused yet conflicted by desires she hadn’t known she possessed, Arina wavered between reason and instinct. Though in the end, it didn’t matter.

Because unless Ian let her go, escape was impossible.

All she could do was obediently accept the pleasure her master dealt her.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

With every brutal slam of his hips, Arina squirted more, her walls fluttering around him as if in gratitude.

“Oooohh♡ Ahh♡ Hyaahh♡ Not like I have a choice… It’s not like resisting this slave contract would help anyway, so I’m just enduring it♡”

Even now, she stubbornly clung to excuses. Pretending this was all because of the slave contract—that she wasn’t truly a masochistic pervert just wired to submit.

Both of them knew Ian would never force such a thing on her. But lost in pleasure, Arina failed to notice.

Finding her adorable, Ian chuckled.

“Sure. Tell yourself that.”

“Kyahhhng!!! I’m not lyinggg♡ Uhh♡ Nhg♡”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

Patting her head, Ian kept railing into her mercilessly. Though she pouted, Arina stopped arguing.

Being connected like this—she loved it.

She didn’t have to resent the man who took her body so roughly. She could moan shamelessly—could drown in pleasure without guilt.

This was real sex. Not just bodies, but hearts entwined. With every thrust, he filled her—down to the depths of her chest.

“Haaahn♡ Aahn♡ I love it♡ I love iiit♡”

“Ngh… Arina.”

“Yess♡ Yeees♡ Masterrr♡”

“I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Cum♡ Masterrr♡ Please breed mee♡ Knock me up and make me yours completely♡”

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Ian♡ I love you, honey♡”

Though muffled by pleasure, it was the first time she’d said it aloud. Until now, she had only shown it through actions.

Spurred by her love confession, Ian fucked her harder—until, with a shudder, he finally stilled.

Splash!

His cum flooded her womb, painting her insides white.

“Huuuhh… Haahh. It was really good, Ian. I’m so happ—”

Still trembling from the aftershocks, Arina hugged him and leaned in for a kiss—only to flop forward weakly.

“Arina. Did I say we were done? Get back on your stomach.”

“Huh? But you already came once…”

“You think this is enough after how long I’ve held back? We’re nowhere close.”

Her breath hitched at the sight of his cock, still hard—no, harder than before. Without thinking, she obeyed, raising her hips submissively.

“Heehee… You wouldn’t really… right, Master? I’m so tired already…”

Despite her words, her masochist switch was already flipped. Seeing her dripping anew, Ian steadied himself behind her.

“Looks like it’s going to be a long night.”