Your Majesty, I’m Not that Man - Chapter 3: Your Majesty, Why Are You Doing This? (5) (M)

“Ah?!!”

His tongue parted her delicate inner walls, probing deeper. Lavinia panicked, instinctively trying to pull her hips away, but she was already firmly held in place by Cassion. Feeling her struggle, he spread her knees apart even wider.

“Ahh! If you keep licking there… ahh, stop… ngh, no, don’t… ah…!”

She felt something overwhelming building within her and tried to escape, but her knees were lifted, leaving her toes barely grazing the floor. Lavinia squirmed on the tea table, gripping its edges tightly. As her inner walls began to pulse and convulse, she felt Cassion drawing her in even more forcefully with deep, deliberate breaths.

“Ahh, no! Your Majesty… stop, ahhh! Ahhck!”

Her body trembled violently as an involuntary climax overtook her, leaving her shaking with spasms.

Cassion finally lifted his head, his face still burning with unquenched desire, and pressed his hardened length against Lavinia’s slick entrance.

“Hnn… Your Majesty…”

She knew what was about to happen but couldn’t stop him. His thick, rigid member slid lewdly against her folds, glistening with saliva and her arousal.

“Ahhngh…”

As the heated, rigid sensation pressed against her, the tip began to push its way inside. Though she was still sensitive from the lingering aftereffects, it had been hours since they’d last been together. If Cassion hadn’t stimulated and moistened her entrance beforehand, it might have been painful.

“Ahh… ngh, ahh… it’s too much…”

It was large and scorching hot. This was her first time being taken from behind, so she couldn’t tell if it simply felt larger than it had the night before or if it truly was.

It delved even deeper, filling her completely as a sweet warmth pooled throughout her body. But Lavinia’s insides weren’t quite enough to accommodate all of him, and when Cassion buried himself to the hilt, the tip pressed firmly against her deepest spot, creating a tight, overwhelming sensation.

“Nngh!”

Lavinia’s trembling reaction only spurred Cassion on. He pressed her down against the tea table and began thrusting his hips. The sensation of his thick shaft grinding against her slick, sensitive walls made her squirm uncontrollably. The stimulation was still far too intense for her to handle.

“Ahh! Ahh, Your Majesty… ngh, doing it right away… ahh!”

“That’s why I’m going slow,” Cassion replied.

But what difference did that make? Her body was still hyper-sensitive, her insides already pushed to their limits. Just the slightest brush against those overstimulated spots sent jolts of sensation through her, yet he was relentlessly prodding and grinding into her with his heated, rigid length.

“Ahhn, ngh! Ahh… ahhn… ahh, ahhh…!”

As his movements grew faster, Lavinia’s body began rocking back and forth with each thrust. The tea table, far too delicate to withstand the force of Cassion’s strength, wobbled precariously under them. Seeing this, Cassion steadied the table with one hand while continuing to plunge and grind into her, his hips moving with unrelenting fervor.

“Ahh! Ngh, ahhh! Ahhn! Ahhn… ahh, ahhh! Ahhng… ahhh…!”

Even if she tried not to feel it, her body seemed to instinctively respond, giving in to the overwhelming sensations. Lavinia clung desperately to the tea table, her moans spilling out uncontrollably. Despite the cramped and uncomfortable position, the pleasure of Cassion inside her left her mind blank, unable to think of anything else.

“Ahhh! Ahh, ahhh! Ahhn, ngh… ahhh…”

When she finally reached her climax, Cassion followed shortly after, releasing himself deep inside her. Just as Lavinia thought it was finally over and allowed her body to relax, Cassion pulled her back into his arms.

…Was he planning to go again?

Even without counting the night before, they’d already done it five times just that morning. And now, even after finishing, he showed no signs of stopping. Lavinia’s face crumpled, on the verge of tears.

“What’s wrong? Is the table too hard?”

Whispering softly, Cassion finally lifted Lavinia off the tea table. But since he remained firmly inside her, the sensation of him dragging along her inner walls made her let out a quiet moan.

“Well, we haven’t tried it standing yet, have we?”

Still holding her in his arms, he began thrusting upward, lifting her hips higher with each motion. With one of her legs hooked backward in his grip, there was no way for her to escape or steady herself.

“W-wait… Your Majesty! Ahh! Ngh…”

“Later… Right now, this part of you is satisfying me so thoroughly, so we’ll talk afterward.”

He whispered as he began moving his hips with even greater intensity, thrusting into her with vigorous determination.

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“Ahh! Ngh, ahhh… ngh… ahhck!”

Despite having explored her so intensely several times already, Cassion let out a deep sigh, his desires still far from quenched. It wasn’t that he found his time with Lavinia unsatisfying—far from it. Her body was so incredible that he couldn’t recall ever feeling anything like it before.

Her moans rang in his ears like the sweetest melody, her saliva and other fluids tasted nothing short of divine, and her expressions—whether shy or lost in pleasure—were so captivating that they left him utterly spellbound.

‘Then why…’

Why did he still want her so badly? He wasn’t keeping track of how many times they’d done it, but he knew that when they surpassed four rounds, Lavinia’s body would begin to go limp from exhaustion. By that measure, they had surely passed that threshold already.

“Nngh, no more… Your Majesty, please… I can’t…”

Her trembling body was so endearing that when Cassion toyed with her hardened nipples, a soft moan escaped her lips. The sound was so irresistibly sweet that he couldn’t help but shower her with kisses.

“Mmm… ngh…”

It wasn’t difficult to melt Lavinia with his kisses, watching her wet eyes glaze over, heavy with pleasure. It was as if she didn’t know how to handle this kind of intimacy, always flustered and unsure whenever Cassion gave her such enjoyment.

“Hahh… ah…”

Even now, she trembled lightly, leaning against his chest for support. Her body had never learned how to please a man, untrained and innocent in every way… yet for some reason, whenever Cassion was with Lavinia, he couldn’t help but feel exhilarated, his body alight with desire.

‘Is it because she makes me feel so good?’

“Ahhh! Ahhng! Ahhn…!”

As Cassion gripped Lavinia’s waist and thrust into her fiercely, her body writhed atop him. Entranced by her sensual movements, he wrapped his arms tightly around her.

Her legs, already hooked over his thighs, flailed weakly. In this position, with her legs resting on him, if Cassion spread his knees, she had no choice but to spread hers wider as well.

“Ahh, ahh… ahhn! Not there… I don’t like it there…”

When he teased the swollen bud above the place where she tightly gripped his length, Lavinia flinched, twisting her hips. Her inner walls clenched involuntarily, making Cassion groan with pleasure. Enjoying the reaction, he toyed with her sensitive spot without hesitation.

“Don’t like it? And yet, you’re squeezing me so tightly…”

“Hiiik! Ahh, nghhh!”

Unable to withstand the lewd stimulation, Lavinia shook her head desperately. Cassion licked the saliva dripping from her lips as he continued to thrust into her. While teasing her swollen bud with his fingers and pistoning into her depths, Lavinia cried out, claiming she would die as she squirmed and writhed in his embrace.

“…You won’t die. Do you think I’d ever let someone as adorable as you slip away?”

“Ahh! Ahhh… ahhhck!”

The combination of his sweet caresses and lascivious movements sent Lavinia over the edge once again. Cassion followed soon after, reaching his climax and spilling himself deep inside her.

“Mmm… ngh…”

The heat of his release, poured into her depths, left Lavinia’s entire body weak and languid.

Cassion gently cradled her cheek, turning her face toward him for a kiss. His movements were slow, as though he, too, was exhausted, but even the smallest response from Lavinia during the kiss sent shivers of satisfaction through him.

Eager for more of her reactions, he began to toy with her most sensitive spots again, causing Lavinia to squirm faintly in his arms.

How adorable she was.

Feeling overwhelmed with affection, Cassion began to knead Lavinia’s hardened nipples, drawing out sweet sounds from her lips. As their tongues entwined, he savored her moans, taking them in as if they were a melody meant solely for him.

He couldn’t quite understand what this feeling was. Yet, it was so intoxicatingly sweet that he didn’t want to stop holding and touching her.

“Mmm… ngh… Your Majesty… hahh… no more…”

Her body trembling faintly, Lavinia pleaded with him, clearly at her limit. With a reluctant sigh, Cassion gave her lips a lingering kiss before pulling back.

“Alright. I suppose I’ll stop.”

After all, there was always another day.

As he released her, Lavinia’s body went limp, utterly spent. She seemed ready to fall asleep then and there. Normally, he would summon a servant to escort her, as was customary, but…

…he didn’t want to do that with Lavinia.

He wanted to watch her as she drifted off to sleep, to savor even that moment.

‘I don’t know why I’m so drawn to her,’ he thought, his gaze softening as he looked at her.

Even after indulging his desires and holding her to his heart’s content, Cassion still felt an odd sense of incompleteness. Yet, he had no inclination to summon another concubine. Now that he had tasted this kind of joy, he wasn’t sure if anyone else could ever satisfy him again.

‘Still, I suppose it was enough for now,’ he thought.

After all, she was his woman. She would remain by his side, so until he could fully understand this unfamiliar feeling, he could simply take his time and embrace her as much as he pleased.

“Mm…”

As he laid the now completely asleep Lavinia properly on the bed, he found himself gazing at her face. Just looking at her made his heart stir with excitement.

‘Something about this feels strange.’

Placing a hand on his chest, Cassion contemplated his emotions.

When he finally withdrew from her, knowing he couldn’t remain inside a sleeping woman, he felt a twinge of regret. Watching the thick stream of seed spill from her was strangely captivating.

‘Is it because it’s such a lewd sight?’

He remembered the way his release had mixed with what was already inside her, dripping out repeatedly during their time together. The memory alone was enough to make his arousal stir again, and he let out a frustrated sigh as his manhood hardened once more.

Waking Lavinia to continue was out of the question—she was far too exhausted. He would have to take care of himself this time.

‘Even so, I have no desire to call on another concubine…’

Glancing at the sleeping Lavinia, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her shoulder before getting up. He decided to head to the bathroom to relieve himself, intending to return afterward to watch over her peaceful slumber a little longer.

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