Overwhelmed by a searing pain that threatened to tear her apart, tears welled up in Eileen's eyes. She clung to the man's shoulders, her body curling up in sobs.
"It's not going in... " she choked, her voice muffled. "It hurts too much! I'm scared..."
Cesare, however, did not stop. He continued pushing the object inside, slowly. Unable to bear the agony, Eileen dug her nails into her skin, leaving clear marks. Still, Cesare remained impassive.
The pain, in a perverse way, seemed to feed him. A harsh, almost guttural groan escaped his lips as he met Eileen's tear-filled gaze.
"We're only halfway there ," he announced to the woman, who was sobbing before him.
Eileen's world spun.
- What?
She gasped, feeling the possibility of fainting or even dying, a terrifying thought. A wave of despair washed over her tear-soaked cheeks. Previous pleas, begging that they had reached their limit, had been met with Cesare's assurances that it would soon end. Now, the unbearable pain persisted, her pleas ignored as he continued his relentless intrusion.
— You said that if I just held on a little longer, it wouldn't hurt anymore…!
Eileen's voice faltered, heavy with a mixture of pain and betrayal. In the heat of her torment, she forgot her position, addressing the man not by his title, but as the man who caused her suffering.
Cesare's response was an awkward laugh, interspersed with a groan.
He leaned forward, his tongue tracing the salty trail of a tear down his cheek.
"Ah, it seems I underestimated the pain… " he murmured, his voice deep and hoarse. " I need to find a way to make this pleasurable soon."
- Yes…
Sniff, hiccup…
Laughing when she was in so much pain, how could he? Eileen stared at him with all the strength she had left in her eyes. She glared at him, trying to project defiance, but a tremor ran through her body. Cesare's smile widened, like that of a predator savoring the struggle of its prey.
He licked the tip of his own thumb and slid it down. His damp finger touched Eileen's clitoris.
"Don't cry, Eileen ," Cesare murmured, his voice choked and low. "I'll help you relax."
Eileen shuddered as her finger brushed against her clitoris. Memories and emotions flooded her mind, the growing tension, the agonizing frustration of a pleasure denied her. Her body, still shaken by the ordeal, reacted instinctively; an intense shiver ran down her spine, feeling both strange and familiar.
— Ah, ah…
A surge of raw sensation coursed through Eileen. Her eyes widened, a stifled groan escaping her lips. Her body, overwhelmed by the sudden change, reacted in a primal reflex, clenching tightly. "Hmm!" Cesare's breath hitched, his own sound a guttural groan. Eileen's heart pounded against her ribs. Panic surged; had she hurt him? She dared glance at his face, desperately searching for a sign of pain. But Cesare merely smiled, his lips curved in a mischievous grin.
With his fingers pressing firmly against her clitoris, he began to rub mercilessly. Each movement awakened waves of pleasure in her body, a warm and enveloping sensation filled her, and with it, her vagina flooded with lubrication, tightening around the man's penis. She could feel the throbbing of his member inside her. The bulging veins and intense heat were completely palpable. A mixture of desire and connection almost impossible to describe.
When Cesare began sucking on her nipple, Eileen shook her head frantically. Despite her efforts, the relentless sensations continued, and she desperately groped for something to hold on to.
Desperate for any form of control, Eileen threw herself forward, gripping Cesare's forearm. It was a futile gesture, a small rebellion against the tide that threatened to drown her. Saliva pooled in her mouth, a strangled sigh escaping her lips that turned into a raw, wild moan. It wasn't a sound of pleasure, but a primal response to a situation spiraling out of control.
The sensations intensified, a relentless storm gaining strength beneath the surface. Pain, pleasure, confusion, mounting tension—everything threatened to erupt in a single, overwhelming wave.
A tremor ran through Eileen, a response that defied her control. Every nerve ending seemed to ignite, sending an electric shock through her. She forced her tongue to move, the words coming out harshly from her dry throat.
— N-No, that's not—
As Eileen breathed shallowly and parted her lips, Cesare, who was simultaneously stimulating her clitoris, moved his hips. His thick member plunged in, opening her completely. The instant he penetrated her deeply, Eileen was launched into an involuntary orgasm.
— …!
A blinding flash of overwhelming sensation exploded within her. Her body arched back in a desperate reflex, a scream tearing from her throat. The sound, raw and primal, was a terrifying mixture of agony and something else, a strangled moan that morphed into a sound that could be mistaken for pleasure in the distorted reality that consumed her.
Grasping Cesare's arm with trembling fingers, she clung to him like the only anchor in this storm. Her vision wavered, filled with exploding stars. Tears, sweat, and saliva mingled on her face, a mask of her utter surrender. The pleasure, a distorted parody of desire, was of a lacerating intensity. It wasn't just an orgasm, but a relentless assault that seemed never-ending.
Consumed by the climax, while her deepest parts were widely opened by the overwhelming invasion of the penis, she stiffened her whole body, trying to resist the whirlwind of sensations. But her desperate efforts quickly crumbled.
— Hmm… Aah… Eileen…
The man who had completely impaled Eileen with his imposing member began to gently stimulate her nipples with his hand.
— You accepted everything… does it still hurt?
Eileen couldn't even answer. Every time she tried to open her mouth, only moans escaped. Exhausted from the intense orgasm, she managed to grab the man's wrists with both hands. Cesare stopped moving.
He leaned on his arms, positioned on either side of her head, and kissed her. Slowly, he began to move his hips.
To her utter embarrassment, each movement produced a wet sound. The fluid from her vagina had completely soaked the junction of their bodies and even left a wet circle on the sheet.
The interior, once tightly closed, was now considerably relaxed, allowing Cesare to move freely. The initial pain had vanished, replaced by a throbbing sensation. Each subtle movement of his member, brushing against its sensitive inner walls, sent shivers of pleasure throughout his body, reaching even the tips of his hair.
The soft cavity, seemingly of its own accord, tightened and sucked on his penis, as if trying to pull it deeper each time it began to withdraw. It felt as if her body was no longer her own. Overcome by a sudden wave of fear, Eileen called out to him.
— Cesare… — She looked into his crimson eyes, calling his name repeatedly. — Ah, ah, Cesare, Cesare…
Completely lost in a sea of fear and unfamiliar sensations of pleasure, Eileen clung to the only thing that kept her grounded in reality. A muffled sob shook her body, and Cesare's name escaped her lips, a desperate plea amidst the chaos.
Cesare, for his part, remained a patient presence, waiting until the storm within Eileen subsided. Although her body still vibrated with the intensity that remained, a thread of clarity began to pierce the fog. As soon as she could think again, the most important question escaped her lips.
Cesare, are we almost finished?
Hmm, let's see.
"Since it's all inside... when you come, it'll be over, right? " Eileen pleaded with Cesare in a desperate voice. "Please, finish quickly."
Cesare took a deep, slow breath, then exhaled. Eileen watched his broad chest heaving.
— …Eileen.
He called her name in a sweetly hoarse voice. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he asked:
Do you want your husband to ejaculate inside you?
Yes... please.
Without hesitation, Eileen nodded and repeated his words.
Please, cum inside…
Cesare's smile grew darker. Sensing a premonition of dread, Eileen blinked rapidly. But it was too late. Her lips parted, releasing a languid voice.
Alright, it's our wedding night, so I must fulfill my wife's wish.
His tone was overflowing with indulgence, promising anything she desired. However, his eyes, devoid even a glimmer of patience, held a truth that his words could not mask.
The moment Eileen realized something was wrong, Cesare abruptly pulled his hips back. The sudden withdrawal of his penis from her inner walls made her shudder before she could even react. In a quick, powerful thrust, Eileen couldn't suppress a moan as his thick member plunged back into her vagina.
— … Ah, ugh! Cesare!
Eileen reacted a moment too late, trying to push him away with both hands, but Cesare intertwined his fingers with hers and pinned them to the bed. His fiery red irises pierced hers, gleaming with a terrifying intensity.
— A husband should listen to his wife, after all. Is there anything more you want?
He smiled with those intense, dangerously fiery eyes.
— I'll make you come until you can't anymore, Eileen.
To be continued…