What Eileen wanted to see was certainly not that. She only intended to check the scars, but unexpectedly, she came face to face with an imposing snake. She froze, as if standing before the gaze of Medusa, fear rendering her unable to move.
While Eileen remained motionless, like a statue, Cesare meticulously removed his leather gloves, one by one. As they fell to the floor with a soft, gentle thud, only the wedding ring on the fourth finger of the man's left hand remained.
Eileen, who had been staring intently until then, instinctively moved her hips backward. However, trying to escape was futile.
She couldn't deny the curiosity she felt about intimacy with Cesare. Despite the nervousness that churned in her stomach whenever he touched her, there was always a desire for more. Even just half a finger felt so good that she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like with the real thing.
Cesare's voice, soft and reassuring, sounded pleasant to her ears. Unlike his usual tone, the mixture of anxiety and excitement in the man's voice sent a shiver down her spine whenever his words reached her.
So, despite the nervousness that gripped her on her wedding night, it wasn't completely unbearable. Deep down, she was certain that Cesare would make her melt with pleasure.
As an Archduchess , fulfilling her duties was naturally expected. Therefore, Eileen decided to do her best tonight…
"It's not something I'm used to, " the words involuntarily escaped her lips. Eileen hesitated for a moment before cautiously asking, "Are you going to put that on?"
That time when he had inserted his finger, it had been extremely painful and uncomfortable. The pain was so intense that it prevented any pleasure from being felt, only after a long time of dedication and care on Cesare's part. It was complicated to deal with something so small; imagining something larger seemed simply impossible. It was physically terrifying to accept that member.
Despite Eileen's seriousness, Cesare merely chuckled, his lips curving into a crooked, seemingly indifferent smile. Ignoring her question, he simply winked at Eileen, who had turned away, and slowly approached her again. Instead of answering, he offered another comment:
"Do you want to touch here too? " This time, Cesare didn't grip her hand tightly. Instead, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he whispered, his seductive voice tinged with a provocative tone. "You're curious, aren't you?"
Eileen observed him for a moment, her expression revealing a mixture of hesitation and curiosity, before staring at the man's member in front of her.
Although she felt guilty towards Cesare at first, she couldn't help but feel a certain revulsion. There were few similarities between what she had seen in books and the tangible reality before her. A surreal difference, being confronted so directly with his member, was truly overwhelming to her senses.
From the thickness and length of the penis to the prominent shape of the veins, passing through the testicles the size of a child's fist and the heat emanating from them, every detail seemed magnified and intensified in reality. Compared to Cesare, the genitals depicted in books seemed mere crude approximations, devoid of all their overwhelming presence and palpable vitality.
However, as she looked more closely, she gradually grew accustomed to the sight. As she became a little more familiar with what she saw, a pure curiosity began to emerge. Eileen found herself examining the man's penis with an almost scientific interest, as if she were observing an exotic plant or some other fascinating object of study.
'Since he's tall, this must be big too, right?'
Cesare was noticeably taller than average, an imposing figure, with hands and feet that accentuated his build. Even this particular part of his body seemed to have developed in a remarkably proportional way, completely capturing Eileen's attention.
The slightly curved shape of the penis seemed peculiar, leading her mind to draw parallels with the reproductive organs of the plant kingdom, such as flowers, which display a wide variety of forms to ensure the propagation of the species. 'Could it be that Cesare's reproductive organs were also an evolved form?' Eileen wondered if that specific shape could offer any advantage for reproduction or…
While she stared intently at the member in front of her, immersed in her intellectual daydreams, Cesare gently interrupted her once more, leaving her paralyzed in place.
— You can touch… hum!
— …
— You need to get used to it gradually. You'll have to see him frequently from now on.
With each word, Eileen's heart continued to pound, torn between apprehension and curiosity, but strangely comforted by Cesare's affectionate persuasion.
'Will he feel okay if I touch him?'
Although she didn't consider herself particularly experienced or skilled as an adult, Eileen was determined to make that night special for both of them. She didn't want to always be just the receiver; she wanted to actively participate and contribute to the intimacy they shared.
The prospect of inserting it was intimidating, but she felt she could at least touch it, at least to begin with. After all, she needed to get used to it, as Cesare had said. With newfound courage, Eileen reached out, ready to take that first step toward the conjugal experience. Her hesitant touch was slow and frustrating enough, but, following Cesare's instructions, she moved forward with determination and finally touched his member.
— …!
But the instant their fingertips made contact, Eileen recoiled quickly, startled by the unfamiliar sensation and warmth that greeted her.
- Everything is fine.
The air was thick with unspoken tension as Eileen recoiled. Cesare's gaze held silent understanding. He simply waited patiently until she tried again. Gathering her courage, Eileen reached out toward his imposing penis once more. Fearing she wouldn't be able to do anything all night, this time she boldly grasped it.
The thick, imposing pillar writhed warmly in his hand, throbbing. Deep, restrained moans echoed from the man, his firm abdomen tensing even more, trembling.
Before the surprised Eileen could pull her hand away again, Cesare's large hand covered hers from behind. The man grasped Eileen's hand and moved it slowly against his penis. She could feel the thick veins pulsing in her palm. A viscous liquid began to trickle from the glans.
— Aaahh, Eileen.
Cesare groaned her name. Eileen, looking at him, couldn't move or let go of her own hand. The man frowned deeply, his deep eyes half-closed, his chest puffed out, he exhaled heavily, his breathing becoming irregular and labored.
Upon confirming the unease and desire in the man's red irises, Eileen felt shivers run through her entire body. Cesare, who had always been so composed, seemed strangely different. It was deeply unsettling to know that she had touched him with her own hands. A strange sensation coursed through her untouched nipples and clitoris.
'I need to see a little more.'
Overcome by an intense impulse, she gripped his member a little tighter. In response to the timid, yet proactive change, his penis grew even larger. As it hardened, the pulsating glans moved as if it were swelling.
A sudden dampness against her fingertips made Eileen shudder. She lifted her face to look at the man, their eyes met, a current of electricity hovering between them. His body, previously relaxed, suddenly stiffened, his muscles tensed.
A shiver ran through every inch of Cesare's body, a low, guttural groan escaped his lips. His grip on her hand tightened for a fleeting instant. Eileen's palm, now damp with natural lubrication, slid against his robust member, producing a wet, lascivious sound.
Hypnotized, she couldn't look away as she watched the man's fluid trickle down. For some reason, Eileen also felt a throbbing sensation in her clitoris and nipples, accompanied by a slight wetness between her legs.
A primal impulse, an inexplicable spark, coursed through Eileen. Her lips parted in an unconscious echo of that desire as she watched the man's reaction. Cesare clenched his teeth tightly. Quickly, he pulled her hand away from his penis.
— Hmm, aah…
At the same time, a thick, white liquid gushed from the glans, falling directly onto Eileen's chest, trickling down in a thick, disordered way. As it ran down the rounded curve of her breast, it clung to her erect nipples, as if it were breast milk. As the liquid trickled down, she realized she had been hit by his semen.
Eileen, now in a state of embarrassment, looked at him with a stunned expression. She couldn't believe she had witnessed Cesare ejaculate in front of her. Her eyes were clouded. Her post-ejaculation expression was so intense it bordered on the supernatural. The man narrowed his eyes and stared at Eileen. Thinking he had relieved his desires and calmed down a little, she was mistaken. His gaze, full of desire, was even more intense than before.
At first, Eileen even thought he would force her onto the bed and brutally insert his penis. But the fear in her eyes quickly vanished. Cesare smiled sweetly and caressed her lips with his fingers.
Sorry, did I scare you?
Only then did she realize that semen had also splashed there. Cesare carefully wiped his lips, naturally removing the sheet that had been soiled. Before Eileen knew it, she was already surrendered, limp, in the man's arms.
He threw the sheet on the floor and picked up Eileen, placing her in the center of the bed. Shocked by the semen, Eileen instinctively checked her groin, becoming even more shocked.
- There is…!?
Involuntarily, Eileen let out a sound of perplexity, her eyes still fixed on the penis.
Cesare... it seems you're bigger than before...
The penis, which had definitely ejaculated a short while ago, was now more erect than before.
To be continued…