Husband Michael: The Devil's Hunger Ignites Once More
Irene gasped in shock. “Michael…… ah!”
She tried to push his body away in panic, but he moved faster than her.
Even though he was a paladin who knew nothing of carnal desires.
He opened his mouth as much as he could and greedily sucked in the plump fullness swaying right in front of her.
The hardened peak of her breast, standing erect from the cold, disappeared into his mouth.
A wet tongue filled with desire touched the tip of her breast, which had grown firm from the cold water.
At first it was cautious, as if testing what she had bitten into.
But soon it revealed its true greed.
The tip of his tongue flicked the hardened peak.
Then he pressed and rubbed it firmly.
With every flick of his tongue, flames danced before Irene’s eyes.
Honestly, she never imagined doing something like this.
Her body thrashed as she tried to escape, but it was in vain.
The harder she moved, the stronger the force sucking her breast became.
“Michael, s-stop…… ahh!”
She tried to push him away once more.
But as if warning her, he bit down hard on the tip of her breast with his teeth.
“Agh!”
In that instant, her vision flickered and her body trembled.
She had hoped he would stop there.
Yet the moment he tasted her, he showed no mercy and continued chewing the flesh inside his mouth without pain.
Every time his sharp teeth brushed against her, Irene panted and twisted her body.
Slurp. Chomp.
His tongue was equally greedy, lapping vigorously at the soft flesh.
The lewd sounds of wet flesh mixing together spread like ripples on the surface of the lake.
He chewed and gnawed, then soothed the burning spot by sliding his tongue over it.
Fresh sensations left Irene panting, unable to understand what to do.
In her past life, the first time they had merged bodies, he had been severely injured.
They had no time to think about emotions or pleasure.
It was only important to mix their fluids quickly for purification.
Because Irene’s body had to receive him before it was fully prepared.
Her narrow body had opened at first.
Yet Michael, who had lost his sanity, had surely understood and shown mercy in that situation.
A gigantic thing that no human body could ever accept.
When it pushed its way between her legs, Irene had nearly lost consciousness several times.
The first day was filled only with pain.
Only on the second day did her body finally grow accustomed and begin to feel pleasure.
But it was a pleasure she had forced herself to accept.
She had to discover it all on her own, without any consideration from the other party.
But now it was different.
Michael was focusing more on awakening her senses than on his own desire.
While he tormented and soothed her, pleasure steadily built up.
“Ah, hah, hah……!”
Unlike the cold water, the body touching him was growing hotter and hotter.
At first Irene had only wanted to run away.
Now her body was pressing against his, seeking even hotter heat.
With every movement of his tongue, her body trembled.
Deep inside her, a bubbling heat began to rise.
The seed of heat he had planted before, during those weeks of purification when he had fully explored her body, was now sprouting rapidly.
Now Michael no longer held her wrist with his hand.
He didn’t need to.
Because Irene had wrapped her arms around his head and was offering her own body to him.
He cradled her body with one arm and tightly wrapped the other around her waist, as if telling her not to run away.
“Ah, hah……! Ah, ah, ah!”
While he devoured her breasts, the long-stored heat finally overflowed.
Her trembling body collapsed the moment he bit down on her breast.
Just from sucking, she had reached her peak.
Michael lifted her weakened body and carried her out of the lake.
Then he returned to the spot where they had been sitting.
Although the dungeon seemed dangerous, plants of some unknown world grew there.
He spread his clothes on the most lush patch of grass and laid Irene down on top of them.
Her slender, snow-white body was covered with his bite marks, vivid red against her skin.
Michael reached out to the traces he had left, a satisfied smile on his face.
Among knights, his hands were quite large.
The soft flesh filling them made him even more satisfied.
“Nngh…….”
When he pressed harder with his hand, an agonized sound escaped Irene’s lips.
Michael looked like a man who had heard the sweetest sound in the world, his expression filled with ecstasy.
His face was flushed with joy, but his hand gripped hers even tighter.
“Ah……!”
Feeling a slight pain, Irene twisted her body.
Noticing that she was trying to pull away, he loosened his grip and pulled back.
Irene unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
She had no idea how everything had begun and how it had continued.
What she could understand was only that the heat of pleasure that had covered her had temporarily receded.
She tried to sit up and regain her senses.
But her body was lifted.
And a moment later, Irene realized she was held in Michael’s arms, sitting on the floor.
She had her back against his chest, as if being hugged from behind.
Even being held would be embarrassing.
Yet now he was completely naked.
Because of that, she felt the hardness of his chest on her back and the thick, firm thighs beneath her hips and legs.
This was the first time she had ever been pressed so closely against another person’s body.
Just as she moved in embarrassment, his arm slid into her armpit and pulled her waist tightly into his embrace.
“……!”
At that moment, she felt the thick thing digging into her thigh.
Her body stiffened with tension, as if it might pierce inside at any second.
“Do not be afraid.”
Perhaps noticing her fear, Michael whispered gently in her ear.
“I will make you wet enough.”
With that, the hand wrapped around her waist slipped between her legs.
His movements seemed practiced.
Irene was puzzled.
In this life, he still knew nothing about women.
Where could he have learned such things?
Suddenly, one of the days they had spent together in her past life came to mind.
The first day, he had endured while thinking only of purification amid pain.
On the second day, he had endured while she discovered pleasure for herself.
On the third day, he had begun to grow accustomed.
From then on, his clumsy hands began to touch her for her pleasure.
Of course he was a paladin.
Yet his hands, exploring a woman’s body, were utterly unskilled.
But that passed quickly.
Perhaps because he was a knight.
His body grew skilled at what he did.
The wandering hands found Irene’s most sensitive spot.
His persistence in discovering places she herself didn’t know left her thrashing in the abyss of pleasure again and again.
Now Michael’s hand was freely stimulating the sensitive spot he had found that day.
“Hah, how, how……!”
Her voice was swallowed by the lips pressing down on her.
Her body still carried the afterglow of the peak she had felt on the lake.
A body without strength could not stop the fingers digging into the hidden crevice.
If he had only pushed from below, she might have pushed him away.
But his other hand gripped the clear bite mark on the tip of her breast and rubbed it.
Stimulus from above and below made all of Irene’s senses flare up once more.
The long fingers entered all the way into her wet depths and pressed deep inside.
The most sensitive place he had found in her past life.
When Michael reached it in one stroke, he shook his hand as if brushing it off.
“Hah, ahh! Ah, ah!”
That alone sent Irene’s reason flying.
Her mouth opened and her voice faded.
Her vision flickered and grew hazy.
All that remained were Michael’s movements, thrusting inside her and stirring her.
“Ah, hah, hah……!”
Overwhelmed by the fast-approaching pleasure, Irene shook her head mindlessly.
She did not know whether he was stopping or whether she wanted him to do more.
Her body, which had been shaking with his movements for a long time, suddenly trembled violently and then collapsed once more.
She had reached her peak again.
While she struggled to catch her breath, he laid her on the floor.
Then he spread her smooth thighs wide open.
The swollen crevice, still clinging wetly, revealed her deepest depths in a lewd sound that was almost embarrassing.
Michael smiled satisfiedly and said.
“It seems you are wet enough already.”