My Husband Was Definitely a Paladin
Irene couldn't even scream as the overwhelming force that had been pushing her relentlessly suddenly crashed over her entirely alone.
Tears welled up again in her tear-streaked eyes after she forced out a few ragged breaths.
“Why… ha… all at once…”
The eyes gazing up at Michael above her brimmed with resentment.
Michael wore an expression of sincere regret as he pressed his lips to every corner of Irene’s face over and over again.
“I thought receiving it all at once would be better.”
He spoke those words and gave a slight, deliberate twitch to the part still firmly locked inside her.
“Hic!”
The sudden movement made Irene’s body jolt and jerk.
Just like the first time he had entered her, Michael never hurried.
Instead, the truth was that Irene found it far more difficult.
He had been awakening her body so, so slowly.
At first, every time he breathed she had heard his struggles, but as he gradually increased the rhythm of his movements, moans soon began to mix with gasps of pleasure.
The pillar inside her repeatedly advanced and retreated in slow, deliberate thrusts.
Each time it scraped against the delicate wrinkles of her inner walls.
“Hah… uhn!”
The pillar pulled back even farther before pushing in again and again.
Tap. Tap.
Every time he drove his hips upward with force, Irene imagined that pillar piercing straight through to her throat.
How many times had she bitten down?
Pain had vanished completely now, leaving only a heat that grew steadily hotter and hotter.
Seeing that Irene no longer struggled, Michael’s movements grew rougher.
Each time their bodies met with a wet slap, white foam rose from where it had been dripping out.
He had been scraping inside her for several rounds when his movements suddenly stopped, then grew even larger.
Unconsciously, Irene wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and pulled him deeper inside her.
At that moment, hot breath spilled over her face as she lost herself completely.
“Irene… Irene…”
He repeated her name several times and forced his way to the very end, pushing in even deeper.
The part of him that had reached the limit began to swell to its breaking point, then released a hot flood deep inside her narrow depths.
“Uhn!”
At the same instant, Irene reached her peak once more.
Michael kept slamming his hips upward again and again.
Each thrust produced more white foam on where they joined.
After a long while, he finally withdrew his member, having poured out all the accumulated desire.
As he pulled out, the fluid he had released gushed out in thick, sticky waves.
Michael gazed down at the place where he had left it.
After being filled with his large size for so long, the sight of his release still leaking from her swollen folds was far too explicit.
“Ha…”
Michael looked at that sight, then gently placed her legs back over his shoulders.
She had been so sure he wouldn’t continue after a short rest, but her face had turned deathly pale.
“Michael?”
“I’m sorry.”
With those words, he gripped her lower body in his hand and began to rub it gently.
The strength she had lost returned almost immediately, growing firm once more.
Irene’s eyes widened in shock.
“Why… how…?”
“You made it this way.”
Michael pressed himself back into the place still leaking thick fluid, his eyes glowing dangerously with lust.
“So please bear responsibility until the very end.”
The knight’s eyes burned with dangerous desire, filled with a thick, obscene heat that refused to fade.
The act that had begun in a place where only the two of them remained continued without end.
Several times during the process, Irene could not endure the intensity and nearly fainted from exhaustion.
Whenever that happened, Michael would instantly sense her condition and stop his movements like a ghost.
Irene couldn’t tell whether it was out of consideration or sheer obsession.
It would be far better if she lost consciousness so she wouldn’t feel this pleasure.
Michael, however, pushed her to the limit while remembering every single moment together, ensuring she never truly fainted.
She had no idea how many times they had done this. She had counted up to five before deciding it was pointless and stopped.
It felt as though the act would continue forever, but Irene finally reached the point of fainting from exhaustion.
She had wanted to wash away their mingled fluids, but she couldn’t even move a finger.
Michael must have been tired too, given how much she had endured.
Yet he simply lifted her limp body into his arms as if nothing had happened and carried her into the lake.
The cool water wrapped around her body, and Irene trembled uncontrollably while clinging to him.
Seeing that it pleased her, he took his time bathing her thoroughly, slower than ever before.
After drying her off, he searched through his bag for dry clothes, using a towel instead to wipe her body clean.
Then, still completely naked, he pulled her close and held her tightly in his arms.
After the intense act and the refreshing bath, drowsiness finally overtook them.
Since there was no reason to stay awake, Irene immediately slipped into deep sleep in his arms.
Michael gazed at the woman sleeping peacefully on his arm, a satisfied smile on his face.
Her body was covered in bruises and marks from his relentless, deep thrusts.
It should have looked pitiful, but Michael’s expression held nothing but satisfaction.
“Irene.”
He called her name in the sweetest voice imaginable.
“Irene.”
Michael called her name again.
It was a name he could say without hesitation or awkwardness.
Even after calling it twice, Irene didn’t open her eyes or even change her breathing.
Fortunately, his voice hadn’t woken her.
Confirming that his voice hadn’t reached her, he summoned more courage.
“My wife.”
The words left his lips with great difficulty.
The being he had thought impossible to possess as long as he lived as Michael slowly began to color his eyes with the deepest red.
“Even in this life, you accepted me despite how difficult it was.”
That fact was more delicious than anything he had ever known.
He recalled the time he had spent with her earlier.
Every time he moved, she would pant with the overwhelming pleasure and struggle.
Knowing better than anyone that his movements were making her suffer, Michael pushed his hips upward with all his strength.
Each time, her tear-filled eyes would stare at him, calling his name over and over.
It was more addictive than any drug in the world.
His hand gently swept the bright silver hair that fell past her waist.
The color he had once compared to the moon in the night sky.
That was why it seemed even more beautiful when the night came.
While gently separating the damp, clinging strands of her hair, he smiled bitterly and murmured.
“This life is your second, after all.”
A crimson hue began to bloom in his sunken eyes.
“Please… I hope so.”
Thick demonic energy began to swirl around him.
“I want you not to experience the countless hells I went through.”
Michael tried to remember the memories of his first life, which were now impossible to count how many years ago.