On Rational Marital Life - Chapter 3 (M)

Blake pounced on Layla. It was as if he were a runaway horse that had lost its reins. He wrapped his arms around her waist, slung her over his shoulder, and strode toward the bed.

For the first time in her life, she was being treated like a piece of luggage.

A startled Layla struggled, kicking her legs, but Blake easily subdued them.

“Let go! Let me go! Someone, someone help me! Is anyone out there?”

“Anyone who dares to interrupt a wedding night will lose their head—and it’ll still count as self-defense.”

“Ah!”

Before Layla could even react to Blake’s words, which casually mentioned taking lives, she was thrown onto the bed.

Her body bounced hard. Realizing she was on the bed, she tried to get down in a hurry, but his large hand pressed against the sheets, blocking her path.

He effortlessly turned her body over.

Blake climbed on top of Layla. The hard muscles of his thighs brushed against her beside hers. Overwhelmed by the aura of a beast closing in on its prey, Layla froze in place. His shadow engulfed her completely.

Blake grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them to the sheet as if shackling her. His knee pressed against her chemise, trapping her legs. As she struggled, the chemise rode up, revealing her breasts beneath her undergarments.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. Just this alone made her head spin. The wedding night she had imagined was neither this intense nor this dangerous.

“Since it’s our wedding night, I’ll be gentle.”

Blake scanned her face, a feral smile spreading across his lips.

“This time, let’s truly become husband and wife.”

His body pressed down on hers.

Fearing he was about to kiss her again, she turned her head away, but his hot lips landed on the delicate nape of her neck instead. He sucked at her skin, making wet noises, before licking it with his damp tongue and nipping her earlobe lightly with his teeth.

“Ah.”

Swallowing hard, Layla quickly bit her lips.

She had never encountered such a rough man before. He showed no consideration for her, only seeking to satisfy his own desires and acting however he pleased.

There was nothing she could do with her weaker strength. He was her husband, after all. She had heard of many husbands who forcefully demanded their marital rights.

Layla stopped resisting and let her body go limp. She waited in silence for time to pass, just as she had always done in such situations.

“You’re trying to ignore me again, aren’t you? I won’t let that happen.”

As if reading her mind, Blake lifted his head.

Holding her wrists firmly above her head with one hand, he used the other to grasp her breast.

“Ah….”

At his rough touch, Layla inhaled sharply. No one had ever touched her breasts before. This was her first time experiencing such a thing.

As if surprised, Blake’s eyebrow arched sharply for a moment before lowering again. Without stopping, he continued to touch her breasts with his large hands.

The touch was unfamiliar. The alien sensation made Layla twist her waist.

“Ugh, s-stop. You only need to put it in, don’t you?”

“What a blunt preference. That’s your taste, not mine.”

Who was he to talk like that!

His grip on her chest tightened. A sharp, unfamiliar sensation spread heat below her navel.

Layla was flustered.

Blake tugged at the front of her chemise. As her undergarment, which covered her chest, came into view, he bit off the button with his teeth. Her corset, which had been compressing her chest, loosened, and her pale breasts, previously confined, spilled out. They bloomed like flowers coming into full blossom.

Smiling in satisfaction, Blake took one of her hardened nipples, protruding through her clothing, into his mouth.

Like a fish out of water, Layla’s waist jolted upward.

“Ah! Ugh!”

Every sensation she felt was unfamiliar. Her nipple was pressed against his lips and sucked. Fear surged alongside the foreign sensations. Layla stopped resisting and endured it silently.

Tonight was their wedding night. No matter what he had said before, as his bride, Layla had to spend the night with her husband.

Whether her partner was a crown prince or a barbarian.

“Ah, wait, not there, ugh—”

Blake’s hand slipped under her skirt, raising the hem as it ventured inward. His hand brushed along her thighs, quickly delving deeper. Grabbing her thin undergarments, he yanked them off as if tearing them away.

“!!”

There was no consideration for a bride who was likely nervous on her wedding night.

No, if he even understood the concept of consideration, he wouldn’t have behaved like some lowly thug. She suddenly understood why people called him a barbarian and whispered that he didn’t even know proper manners.

She had previously thought that the two countries’ cultures were different and that their customs would naturally differ as well. She couldn’t understand why people failed to appreciate those cultural differences and instead resorted to baseless gossip.

But now, having experienced it firsthand, she realized that “barbarian” was a perfectly fitting title for this rude man.

“Ah, ugh—”

As Blake sucked on her breasts over her clothing, lewd, wet noises filled the air. His rough sucking made Layla turn her head away. She had resolved to endure whatever pain might come until he finished and pulled away, but this was a type of sensation she couldn’t simply tolerate.

After pulling down her lower undergarments, he ran the back of his hand along the cleft between her legs.

“Ah!”

It felt as though burning wood had ignited and seared the tender area, a fiery heat bursting from her most intimate place. Layla bit her lip.

Startled, Layla tried to close her legs, but Blake was faster. He positioned himself between her thighs, preventing her from closing them. Her knees merely twitched before falling still. He was as strong as his large build suggested, holding her completely immobile.

“Ugh, d-don’t touch me!”

“How am I supposed to consummate our marriage without touching? Do you want me to shove it in when you’re not even wet?”

Blake’s voice carried a low, animalistic growl.

“If you want this over quickly, cooperate. Get yourself wet.”

“Ah!”

Blake’s hand moved without hesitation. After running the back of his hand over her cleft a few more times, he began rubbing her vulva roughly. There was no trace of gentleness in his touch.

His firm fingertips pressed and rubbed against her tender flesh as though inspecting the shape of her womanhood.

Moisture began to gather, and soon her intimate area became slick with wetness.

Layla’s vulva grew wet.

“Bl-Blake Berman!”

“Yes, your husband,” Blake sneered, mocking her.

She hunched her back, trying to escape from him, but all she could do was wriggle helplessly beneath Blake.

He examined her parted folds, moving as if searching for something, brushing over her entrance and the protruding clitoris above it. His hands were so large that just two fingers were enough to cover her entire vulva. As if checking the opening, one of his fingers circled the entrance to her vagina.

“Ah!”

“It’s your first time, so it’ll be tight.”

“A-Are you planning to force it? Let’s do this another time. Not today, please. Stop, ugh—”

Layla bit her lip and pleaded with him, her voice trembling. Her eyes grew hot as she fought back tears.

That’s how she had lived her life up until now—holding back, enduring. No matter what happened, she had always tried to remain composed and not panic, even when absurd rumors had surrounded her.

“I have no intention of taking a woman who isn’t aroused.”

Blake’s mocking tone made Layla feel a brief sense of relief, and she inadvertently looked up at him. She thought, thankfully, that her plea had worked.

“I’ll make sure your pussy is dripping wet.”

Blake smiled as he looked at Layla. Even though he was smiling, it sent chills down her spine.

As soon as he finished speaking, Blake moved his fingers. Between her parted legs, something thick and firm began to press slightly into her now-sensitive entrance.

Layla’s body stiffened.

“Ah…”

“It’s just one finger for now.”

At moments like this, he spoke almost kindly. She wanted to ask if it really was just one finger, as it felt far thicker than she expected. She could distinctly feel it parting her opening and pushing aside her tender inner walls as it went in. The dryness made the sensation all the more vivid.

“Breathe.”

“W-wait, slowly, ah, please…”

“This is slow enough. If I went at my own pace, I’d already be pounding you with my cock. Relax a little. My cock is much bigger than this—if you’re clenching this hard already, how do you expect to handle it later?”

Layla whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes. She pleaded with him, but Blake didn’t stop.

Although he claimed his cock was large, even his fingers felt anything but ordinary. She felt as though they had gone quite far inside, but it still wasn’t the end.

All her senses were focused on her most intimate area. Just as she began to think the interior, which had been dry and painfully tight around his fingers, was becoming slightly softer, Blake’s finger lightly tapped inside her.

Tap. The tip of his finger struck her inner walls.

Layla’s body flinched in a brief reaction, startled.

A sharp, unfamiliar sensation spread through the walls of her vagina where his finger had entered.

“Ah.”

Layla felt a sudden urge to urinate and instinctively tightened around him before releasing again.

Blake, who seemed to notice this, let out a low chuckle from above her. His finger, which had entered through her entrance, moved differently now, in contrast to his earlier rough motions. It slowly explored her interior, pulling out slightly before pushing back in and rubbing against her inner walls.

Completely unprepared for the unfamiliar sensation, a helpless moan escaped her lips.

“B-Blake, wait, ah, ahhh!”

“Don’t be so dramatic. You can’t be satisfied with just this. Something much bigger has to go in.”

“Ugh!”

A strange heat began to spread from the entrance gripping his fingers. His fingers moved in and out, rubbing against her inner walls. The friction sent an ache spreading below her navel, causing her body to tense up.

Layla bit her lips tightly. Even as she tried to ignore the unfamiliar sensation of something foreign inside her, all her focus was drawn to the movements in her lower body. Unlike the stiff, uncomfortable start, his fingers now moved smoothly inside her.

Blake exhaled a warm breath and spoke.

“You say you don’t want this, but you’re feeling it well. You’re starting to get wet.”

Please, she thought, if only he would just shut his mouth.

Instinctively, Layla shook her head, swallowing the moans that rose to her throat. She could feel his gaze on her. As Blake thrust his fingers inside her, he watched her intently, observing her expressions.

He looked at her as if she were a pinned insect being cruelly examined by boys with thin needles.

It was humiliating. She felt as though she was exposing her innermost self.

Layla couldn’t stop the heat that surged through her body.

A private memory from her childhood resurfaced. She once saw something she wasn’t meant to see.

A maid, leaning against a wall with her skirt lifted up to her waist, had been thrusting her fingers into her own private parts, pleasuring herself.

A male servant sat in front of her, watching the scene.

Moving her hand quickly, the maid had tilted her head back and let out moans.

The maid’s hand moved faster and faster. With each movement, wet, squelching sounds mixed with her moans. She twitched her legs as if exploring her own entrance, thrusting her fingers inside. Soon, cries of climax echoed in the air.

Only then did the maid’s hand stop. With a splashing sound, she released fluid in front of the man who was watching her.

Even then, the maid didn’t seem embarrassed. Instead, she smiled and boldly lifted her skirt higher, as if to show off. The man quickly pounced on her, initiating intercourse.

The servant pressed his groin against the maid’s vulva and began to thrust his hips roughly.

A young Layla had hurried back to her bedroom.

Her heart raced with a mix of secrecy and confusion, feeling as though she had seen something forbidden.

Was she supposed to do such things with her husband someday? She had wondered this before drifting off to sleep.

“Do you really have the luxury to be thinking about something else? Or is one finger not enough for you anymore?”

Blake’s rough voice pulled her back to the present, and her entrance stretched wider.

Layla held her breath.

“Ah! Ahh…”

“It’s already in.”