Not Even a Husband - Chapter 1

“Hngh, ah!”

Isabel covered her mouth and shook her head. The cloak spread on the floor crumpled wildly against her spread lower body and buttocks. On the damp, wet fabric, like a child who had soiled themselves, her trembling, yielding body struggled to push away the hard man thrusting into her.

“Ah, no, no. They can hear, they can hear outside, stop, aah!”

Isabel tried to clench her spread thighs together, trembling. Thrilling pleasure and anxious fear alternately overwhelmed her. She was afraid the prince, who was looking for her, might hear her moans, or discover her lying beneath the man, completely naked from the waist down, whimpering.

Isabel hiccuped, forcing her moans back down. But despite her pathetic efforts, the man remained unmoved. With one hand, he pushed her thighs further apart and sucked fiercely on her clitoris, which was bunched like a bead, making a wet sound. Her vision flashed white.

The hand covering her lips reflexively flew away. “Aaaah!” A sharp cry erupted. Isabel, surrendered to pleasure, arched her back violently. “Hic, hic!”

Her slick inner walls tightened and loosened on their own, clenching and unclenching around the fingers within. The contractions, so tight they felt like they could sever the fingers, revealed Isabel’s arousal. The man, gauging her satisfaction, withdrew his fingers.

“Ah, hng, ah.”

The two fingers, buried deep inside, began to slowly retreat. The familiar yet distinct sensation deeply massaged the folds of her inner walls as they pulled out. A tremor ran down to her tailbone from the vibration spreading deep within her pelvis.

Isabel couldn’t hold back and pressed her buttocks firmly against the floor.

“Ngh, ngh……” Her soft buttocks pressed down, beginning to redden.

Isabel’s dazed, panting gaze caught sight of the cozy space of the wine cellar. Isabel blinked her feverish eyes. It was strange. Even though the act was over, for some reason, her arousal didn’t subside today. Was it because of the sharp, intoxicating scent of wine, or the illicit thrill of spreading her legs for another man while the prince searched for her? Strangely, her body didn’t cool down; it grew hotter. Isabel tried to regain her senses. If she tidied herself up and left now, the prince wouldn’t notice anything.

Isabel put strength into her weak waist and reached for her skirt, tossed aside in the corner.

The moment her fumbling fingertips touched the hem of the bunched skirt. He grabbed Isabel’s thighs, marked with faint bruises, and spread them wide. Her soft pubic hair slick with copious amounts of lube, her flushed vulva, and her deeply hidden perineum were all laid bare under the man’s gaze. And then, something blunt touched her wet lower body.

“Ah?” Her hole, feeling empty, met something soft and round.

With a sound like a kiss, Isabel reflexively lowered her head. Her hazy, crimson eyes widened involuntarily. The stiff shaft that met her gaze twitched with engorged veins. The thick, heavy thing was wet with pre-cum at its rose-colored tip.

The man roughly ran his hand through his disheveled silver hair. Isabel stammered in shock.

“Why, why?” As Isabel, flustered, tried to pull her hips away, he lightly thrust his hips back and forth. Even with a simple movement, the pillar with its hard core intensely rubbed her perineum, vaginal opening, and clitoris.

“Ngh!” A short, intense pleasure surged up her spine and into her head. As Isabel writhed and cried out, the man’s cold lips curved.

“Ah, no. Stop, ngh, ugh!” “I haven’t even entered yet.” His firm grip seized her slender waist.

Her hollowed opening clung, trying to swallow the unfamiliar intruder, but startled by its thick size and hardness, it could only clench and release without fully taking it in. He aimed the round head of the shaft at her small opening as if to pierce it. And as if to warn her, he began to gently rub his hips, making her body dangerously hot.

“Ah, no. Hng, no.”

Isabel’s mind began to unravel. Isabel weakly grabbed his wrist with her trembling hand.

He instantly flipped his hand over, snatched both her wrists, and pressed them above her head.

Isabel, captured as if in punishment, squirmed.

“This, this shouldn’t happen.”

“Why not?” His low voice was calm, but his blue eyes, looking down at her, had sharpened.

“We, we aren’t even married……”

“Since when have you been so innocent, Isabel?”

He pointed out. The handsome man’s eyes, holding a cool beauty, glinted.

“You should have said that before you spread your legs and let me suck you.”

“Zero, Jerod. Hng!” Slurp, slurp- As he thrust his hips forcefully, his stiff member rubbed against the lube, grinding against her small opening. It felt like the hot, thick thing would pierce her vaginal opening at any moment.

But, but. “If, if you enter, ngh! No, hng, ugh!”

“Why. Do you want to be with the prince?”

“N-no, don’t enter. Stop, hng, ah, enter!”

Isabel desperately shook her hips and whimpered.

Her body and mind worked separately at the crossroads of instinct and reason.

A thrilling pleasure turned her brain to mush. Her inner walls, knowing the ecstasy he provided, contracted wildly, tempting her to embrace him as if she didn’t know better. Her lower abdomen, anticipating a thrill greater than her tongue or fingers, tightened until it ached.

The man, etching Isabel’s melting gaze and swollen lips onto his retinas, moved his hips faster. Squish, squish! “Jerod, ah, ngh! No, aah!” Pleasure spread like fire. As his thick shaft struck and rubbed her soft vulva, slippery fluids tangled between her thighs and splashed everywhere.

He continued to rub like that for a while, then, seeing Isabel still stubbornly clenching her thighs, he suddenly stopped moving. He released Isabel’s wrists, which he had been pressing above her head, and pulled her into an embrace, as if to ensnare her.

Like when she was little, and like when he always returned to her side from the battlefield, his strong arms wrapped around her back and pulled her close. Isabel panted breathlessly in his embrace. He pulled her soft, yielding body even tighter. The man’s lower body, formed of hard muscle, pressed tightly between Isabel’s legs, leaving no gap.

Her vulva, already rubbed by his tongue, hands, and member, was now melted and viscous like cream. His hot, long shaft and his firm, swollen balls were pressed together. Too close. So close.