On Rational Marital Life - Chapter 5 (M)

“Aah.”

Layla turned pale and trembled at the thought of her sensitive spot being torn. What if it got hurt there and got worse?

Her eyes shook with fear.

Sensing her distress, Blake gently cupped her pale cheek, his touch steady and reassuring.

“Take a deep breath,” he murmured. “You’re not hurt.”

“But… inside, it feels—”

“It’s okay. You’re not injured.”

Layla’s breathing quickened. She heard Blake’s voice, but the threatening fear didn’t go away. She could feel his glans against her vaginal opening. The hole was too small, stretched tight inside.

She felt like she was going to die.

She had learned about the wedding night in advance, so she thought she would be fine. But when she actually experienced it, tears poured down her face.

“S-stop… please, stop… Why are you doing this to me? What did I do wrong…?”

“Because you are my wife.”

Of all the words Blake had ever spoken, these were the kindest.

He wrapped his arms around Layla from behind, crossing them over her chest as he cupped her chin. Her back pressed against his chest, his warmth seeping into her body, which had grown cold.

“Layla Edgestone… No, now it’s Layla Berman. Look at me.”

“Hic… hngh…”

“It’s already done. There’s no undoing it.”

Layla turned her head, staring at Blake in stunned disbelief. His words almost sounded like an attempt to console her, as if acknowledging how powerless she had been in this situation.

Kind words that felt utterly out of place in such a violent and coercive moment.

“Open your mouth.”

Their lips met. A hot tongue pushed its way inside.

The sheer volume filling her mouth made her gag for a moment, but Blake swallowed even that, wrapping his tongue around hers and sucking deeply.

She had thought he was rough and inconsiderate, but the way he devoured her, hungrily sucking at her lips, pulled her fear along with it.

His chest, pressed against her back, radiated heat. She could feel his heart pounding violently. Whether it always beat that fast or if it was because he was holding her, she didn’t know.

But strangely, her fear began to fade. Just the sensation of another person’s skin against hers was enough to bring a sense of comfort.

Layla clung to his lips as if her survival depended on it. She grasped his arms, which were supporting her, and tentatively wrapped her tongue around his.

His penis began to slowly enter her vagina, pushing away the flesh that had only contained the glans. It felt like her pelvis was splitting even though it wasn’t all the way in.

“Hngh…”

Her body trembled involuntarily.

The sensation of a bulging pillar of blood vessels entering was vivid. The squelching surface spread apart and swept over the thinned vaginal opening. The thick glans pushed the vaginal wall apart, spreading the front. It looked big, but it felt bigger than it looked when it went inside. One dick pressed against the intestines and all the flesh in her stomach.

“Relax and breathe slowly.”

“Gasp… hngh… huff… n-now…”

“Not yet… ha… just wait.”

Not yet—those words were terrifying. Instinctively, she tensed.

Had she tightened around him? She wasn’t sure, but she heard Blake’s ragged breath near her ear.

A fleeting, absurd thought crossed her mind—Even a beast of the battlefield, a man whose entire body was a weapon, could still be caught off guard.

But that thought quickly faded from her mind.

“Ah….”

Blake sucked on Layla’s ear, his grip tightening around her breast.

Her hips pressed against his as he knelt on the bed, their bodies fitting together. The wet sounds of his tongue trailing along her ear and the firm pressure on her chest should have eased her tension, but her body refused to fully relax.

Blake lowered his other hand and rubbed the swollen mound. He found a small strawberry in the bush and spread the skin apart, crushing the flesh inside.

“Ah!”

Layla shuddered. She didn’t miss the moment when her vagina tightened and released, deepening the bond a little more. Her lower abdomen felt like his glans would pop out.

Tears fell onto the sheets.

A foreign pleasure, a hazy mind, a body responding against her will, and the overwhelming presence of someone else inside her.

Fear mixed with a heat that spread through her, igniting a sensation she didn’t want to acknowledge.

Everything was a mess.

But there was no turning back.

Rumors had spread that she had given birth to a child. She had been falsely accused of embezzlement. She was forced to part ways with the crown prince, the man she once thought she would spend her life with. Even the queen, who had once cherished her, now regarded her with cold indifference.

And in the end, she had been made to marry someone she never wanted.

It had all been a disaster beyond her control.

“Hnn….”

Layla covered her eyes as tears streamed down her face. Her head felt feverish, and the sorrow overwhelmed her.

“Layla Edgestone. There’s no stopping now.”

“I… I know. I know that… Hic… Ah, I know, but…!”

His words were meant for this situation, but to Layla, they struck her heart in an entirely different way.

A large hand cupped her cheek, pulling her in before his lips covered hers. A heated mass filled her mouth, moving with purpose. It pressed in so deeply it felt as if it might block her throat, stealing her breath, yet a tingling sensation spread through the back of her head.

Her jaw ached, her salivary glands stung, and her mouth was soon filled with a mixture of their saliva.

As she became lost in the kiss, Blake’s large hand pressed down on her lower abdomen.

He pushed even deeper.

“Ahh…”

She could feel the steady pulse of something foreign inside her.

Her mind grew hazy as pain and a strange sense of exhilaration clashed, overwhelming her thoughts. Even as she registered the sensation, there was an odd disconnect, as if it wasn’t truly happening to her.

A floating, weightless feeling took over, drawing a soft whimper from her lips.

“…Damn. You weren’t this tight before.”

A low, restrained voice reached her ears. And with that, it began.

Blake pulled his hips back.

Just as it had settled inside her, the tight walls that had clung without a gap now resisted its withdrawal.

A deep, unsettling sensation, as if something was pulling at her insides, forced a strained cry from Layla’s lips.

But what followed was an even greater shock.

Thud!

His movement was sudden and forceful, pressing deep enough to send a jolt through her entire body. The impact against her skin echoed through the room.

“!!”

And so, the wedding night truly began.

 

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“Ah… Ahhh… Ahhh, Aaah!”

Her whole body shook and jolted with every thrust.

It was animalistic. At first, the act of being taken from behind like a beast felt shameful, but as Blake moved, those thoughts vanished entirely. There was no room left to think.

It hurt. It was hard. It was overwhelming. Yet, with something massive pounding into her as though it were carving out a hole inside her, all Layla could do was cry out in high-pitched moans.

Layla’s arms, which had been holding onto the sheets for support, eventually gave out, causing her upper body to collapse onto the bed. Blake, finding the position uncomfortable, pulled her toward the edge of the bed without separating from her.

Layla’s legs dangled off the side, her upper body resting on the bed. Blake resumed moving his hips, thrusting into her relentlessly. The burning heat surged inside her, pounding deep within.

“Ah… Aaah… Aaaah…”

Layla cried, her voice breaking into short, scream-like moans. She had cried so much that her eyes burned, and each time Blake’s cock slammed into her, the sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, her buttocks stinging from the impact.

Despite the numbness, every press of Blake’s skin sent trembling shocks through her sensitive flesh.

Unaware that saliva was dripping from her open mouth, Layla twisted her waist. Blake’s thick shaft filled her completely, pounding into her relentlessly. With each thrust, her body twisted, and cries spilled from her lips.

Her mind lit up with bursts of light, flashes exploding repeatedly in her head. As her vision turned white again and again, she broke into fresh sobs.

A throbbing ache spread through her hips, yet every time Blake’s length buried itself deep inside, her toes curled uncontrollably. She had lost count of how many times she’d failed to hold back an overwhelming urge.

“Ha… fuck, you’re gonna squeeze it right off. Loosen up.”

“Ah… Haah… stop… please…”

“If you want me to stop… huff… then don’t clamp down like that. Do you even know how many times I’ve already come?”

Blake’s voice was rough, laced with a low, mocking laugh.

Layla shook her head instinctively, her body writhing in protest. Slap! The sound of skin meeting skin echoed as Blake’s cock drove in so deep it felt like it might burst out of her mouth.

“Ah… Aaah…”

It felt as if all her internal organs were shifting with each powerful thrust of his hips.

The sheets were soaked, and the floor beneath her twitching feet was slippery with fluid—whether it was Blake’s semen or her own arousal, she couldn’t tell.

Layla grabbed the sheets, trying to pull herself away—it was pure survival instinct. Blake, however, showed no mercy. He gripped her waist firmly to prevent her escape and spun her around to face him, his length still buried deep inside her.

“Ah! Aaah!”

The head of his cock ground against her soaked inner walls, sending shocks through her body. Like a fish out of water, her waist arched and bucked uncontrollably.

With the skill of an experienced hunter, Blake grabbed her legs, wrapped them around his waist, and thrust back into her dripping core with a wet slap.

“Ahh… Haaah… Aaah…”

Layla rolled her eyes back, rubbing the back of her head against the sheets.

Her entire body convulsed as an indescribable sensation surged through her veins. Suddenly, something gushed from deep inside, right where Blake’s cock was buried.

Her hips were so soaked that she couldn’t even feel the liquid flowing out anymore.

Blake grabbed Layla’s swollen breasts with one hand while wrapping his other arm around her slender thigh. His hips pressed forward so deeply that his balls almost felt like they were pushing inside, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Hiiik… Blake… N-no, aaah! Stop!”

“If you try to run, huff… it just makes a man want to catch you even more. Are you doing that on purpose? Hah… not bad.”

“Ahh… it hurts… stop, please…”

Blake looked down at Layla, who was shaking her head and crying, and chuckled. Without stopping, he cupped her breasts fully and pinched her nipples.

Her body flinched as the hardened buds were pressed, betraying her unwilling reaction to the sensation.

Her entrance tightened around him, the hot inner walls gripping Blake’s cock as if sucking it in. Blake licked his lips impatiently.

“You’re such a liar. Ngh… If you really wanted me to stop, you wouldn’t be this wet. You’re dripping everywhere. How much have you already cum? Haa…”

Squish, smack! The change in position shifted the angle of his thrusts, and the head of his cock pressed against something deep inside her. It teased her cervix, barely brushing against it.

“Hngh… Aaah! Ahhh, aah!”

Layla let out a sharp cry, her body convulsing with pleasure as her hips bucked uncontrollably. Though unintentional, her body clenched around his cock, instinctively grinding her hips against him.

The movement sent more stimulation back into her body. As his thick head rubbed against the sensitive spot deep inside her, the overwhelming mix of ticklishness and pleasure caused liquid to splash out from below.

Even with his cock blocking her entrance, she couldn’t hold back—fluids gushed from her quivering hole, dripping around the pressure.

“Ahh, no… ngh, aaahhh!”

Her tight walls pulsed, squeezing his length.

“Kh… damn it.”

Blake placed both hands on either side of Layla’s head, thrusting his hips rapidly. Finally, he pushed himself in almost to the base.

Thud!

“Guh… Ah! Aahhh!”

His cock drove in so deep it pressed against her lower abdomen, the tip forcing open her cervix.

Layla’s eyes flew open, tears streaming down her face at the unfamiliar sensation. Her back arched naturally, her chest thrusting forward as her round breasts bounced.

It felt as though her mind had been wiped blank, like white paint splattered across her thoughts.

A tremor surged through her entire body.

Thud! Another deep thrust sent shockwaves inside her, sparks exploding before her eyes.

“Ahh… ah…”

It felt like she was going to die. Layla flailed her arms before digging her nails into Blake’s forearm. The overwhelming pleasure crashing down on her was so intense that it felt like she could die happy at that moment.

His swollen balls slapped wetly against her perineum with every thrust. Leaning over her, Blake’s mound pressed against her small, cherry-like clit, rubbing and stimulating it. Their damp pubic hair, soaked in sweat and saliva, tangled and stuck together before pulling apart again.

Blake cursed under his breath, slamming into her with a relentless rhythm that made her entire body shake. Her insides throbbed with each deep thrust.

Thud! With a powerful jolt that shook her entire body, Blake’s movements suddenly stopped as his muscles tensed. He pressed his hips firmly against her, pushing deeper, forcing her cervix open as the swollen head of his cock slipped inside.

At that moment, his body shuddered, and a rush of heat poured into her. His release hit her inner walls, filling her belly with a burning warmth.

“Hiiik!”

Layla’s back arched, her waist twisting involuntarily. Her lower abdomen tightened, clenching around him as if to pull him even deeper. It was too much. She had reached her limit.

“Ahh… pull it out, take it out… please… Aaah!”

“Take it all.”

“Ah… ahhhh…!”

Layla’s hips bucked as she let out a high-pitched cry. A stream of liquid gushed from her entrance, flowing like a fountain. It soaked Blake’s groin and pooled on the floor beneath them.

What had once felt shameful now brought only pleasure. Reaching her climax while releasing herself, Layla’s mind drifted into a hazy fog.

A warm, lingering sense of satisfaction settled over her heated, trembling body as she lay there, basking in the afterglow.

Hot tears trickled down the corners of her eyes.

Blake gave a few shallow thrusts, shaking out the remaining semen before lifting his upper body with a deep breath. Beads of sweat dripped onto Layla’s skin as she gazed up at him with half-lidded, tear-filled eyes.

Blake ran his hand through his damp hair, meeting her gaze. His eyes remained fixed on her, still intense.

“Did you… hate it that much?”

What did he mean?

Layla couldn’t make sense of his words. Her body was completely drained, leaving her struggling to stay conscious. His voice seemed to grow more distant.

Her vision blurred, and finally, Layla slipped into unconsciousness.