The Grand Duchess's Sixth First Night — Chapter 1

"Hah, ah... Ervan...!"

Laila let out a shrill moan beneath Ervan's touch. His fingers, rough and heavily calloused, were paradoxically stroking her clitoris with the utmost tenderness, and helpless to resist, she twisted beneath them, surrendering her body to the pleasure.

"It would be a problem if you came from just my fingers, Laila."

"I haven't even been kind to this little hole yet," Ervan said, withdrawing the hand that had been coaxing her.

When the stimulation from those rough yet gentle fingers ceased, the pleasure that had been racing toward its peak ceased with it. Laila cracked open the eyes she had screwed shut and looked up at him.

Those large, dewy eyes held something wanton about them — something that stirred a man's lust all on their own.

"Ervan... hnn, I..."

Disappointment clouded Laila's face. At the sight of her flushed cheeks and brimming eyes, Ervan's brow knotted, and he made quick, impatient work of his trousers.

"You know perfectly well you won't like what happens if you keep provoking me."

"I'm not provoking you, hah, I'm not... you're the one who...!"

At her indignant protest, Ervan — halfway through shoving his trousers down — reached out instead and pressed his hand to her entrance.

Laila's soaked folds were already waiting for what came next. Ervan chuckled low as he traced the sweet nectar that kept dribbling shamelessly from her quivering opening.

"And in this state, you claim you're not provoking me?"

Laila's face flamed with humiliation.

Ervan withdrew his nectar-slick hand and finished lowering his trousers. Her gaze was drawn helplessly to his cock as it sprang free, hard and furious.

It was as dauntingly large as ever. Before that instinctive dread, Laila flinched and whimpered.

"It's too, sob, too big. Yours, Ervan."

"Provoking me again. Not that you have any intention of refusing my cock."

Ervan began to stroke himself in slow, leisurely pulls, his damp hand gliding over his menacingly rigid length. His cock swelled harder still, twitching with need.

Thanks to the 'secret' she alone carried, Laila was always composed, always flawless at everything she did — but with him, in this, the rules were different.

The first cock she had ever seen, the first she had ever taken into her pussy — all of it had been Ervan.

"Ervan... hurry, please..."

At some point, without even realizing it, Laila had begun begging for him. Her body, long schooled by his hands, had been tamed to his tastes — aching wherever he touched, melting into pleasure exactly where he thrust deepest.

Anticipating the bliss the man before her would give her, Laila swallowed with an audible gulp and pleaded with him without meaning to. Her untouched lower half kept clenching and twitching all on its own.

"Ha."

Ervan looked down at her and curled his lips into a deliberate smirk.

Laila Esdelheim. The one and only Grand Duchess of House Esdelheim. A lady among ladies, possessed of both peerless beauty and impeccable refinement.

'The Perfect Grand Duchess.'

An idol to the young ladies of her generation, the subject of every young lord's first wet dream — and she was here now, flushed and trembling with excitement at the sight of his cock.

At him. A commoner-born man holding nothing but a viscounty — not yet granted so much as a higher rank in the peerage.

The knowledge that he alone could rouse her like this satisfied Ervan immensely.

"Laila. In heat all by yourself again, soaking the sheets."

He clicked his tongue for show. Beneath the cleft of her bottom, a dark, round stain was spreading across the bedsheets.

At his blatant mockery, Laila squeezed her eyes shut.

Ervan was her husband. They had mingled their bodies more times than she could count.

It had been ages since she had shown him everything — since she had granted him even her most intimate places — and yet the shame his vulgar words kindled in her refused to die.

No — if anything, that shame aroused her more than ever now.

"..."

The mattress dipped on one side as she felt Ervan climb over her. A moment later, he caught her by the ankles and dragged them toward himself. Laila gave a small shriek, her eyes flying wide.

"If anyone overheard, they might think I was ravishing you against your will."

"Hah, n-no one can hear. No one must."

"If someone were listening, I'd tell them the truth. That you, Laila, are the one in heat, clinging to me."

Laila's ankles came to rest over Ervan's broad shoulders. Settled between her splayed thighs, he pressed his cock against her secretly parted seam and began to rub.

"Hih, ahh, E-Ervan... hah, it feels good. Hah, it feels so good..."

A bead of clear fluid welled from the tip of Ervan's rigid cock. He flicked her clitoris with the head a few times, then fitted himself against the edge of her spread entrance.

As always, the sheer bulk of him made Laila's throat bob. Her toes curled of their own accord, caught between wanton pleasure and anticipation.

"Er... hah, ah...!"

Ervan's hard knees pressed into the flesh beneath her bottom. His thighs, poised to split her narrow entrance and drive deep, were wound so tight they felt harder than stone.

It wasn't only his thighs. His jaw, too, jutted with the force of his clenched teeth.

He was holding himself back — plainly, deliberately. Holding back the urge to sheathe himself inside her pussy in a single brutal thrust and rut into her like a beast.

Instead, Ervan tormented her, rubbing maddeningly at the edge of her entrance, drawing out the moment.

"E-Ervan. Hurry, please, I..."

Sensing exactly what he was doing, Laila whimpered and begged him all over again.

Ervan affected an air of perfect leisure and turned his gaze toward the window, gauging the hour. Midnight was creeping close.

"Laila. Swear you won't do anything foolish, and I'll fuck you right now."

"Foolish... things?"

Ervan reached out and closed his hand over Laila's full breast. She moaned, small and broken. She was aching with need; she couldn't bear it. The unrelieved stimulation was torture, cruel in its sweetness.

His rough fingertip flicked her stiff, peaked nipple, and Laila twisted her hips against the oncoming pleasure, her eyes rolling back.

Watching her quietly, Ervan spoke.

"Such as turning back time."

"...!"

"Promise me you won't rewind today."

Laila's eyes flew open.

"If you won't, then I'll simply stand watch until this day ends — to make sure you can't do anything foolish."

"Th-that's..."

Laila understood. Ervan knew everything.

Her secret. Her thoughts.

"After all, once midnight passes, you can no longer rewind 'today' — isn't that right."

And even the weakness buried in her secret.

"So choose. Promise me and take me now — or be taken after midnight."

Ervan did not wait for her answer.

"If the choice is too difficult, allow me to help."

They were already joined — which is to say, Laila was already half out of her mind, drunk on pleasure.

Ervan fitted the glans that had been teasing her entrance against it and pressed, just slightly. His great cock stretched her soaked hole to its limit and began forcing its way inside.

Forgetting even to breathe out, Laila could only gulp at the air in shallow gasps.

"Ahh, ah! Ervan, hah. Hih...!"

"No matter, how many times, hah. I've opened this road, you're still this tight."

The narrow walls of her channel clenched around him as if to wring him dry. The pleasure racing up his spine and sparking to the crown of his skull made Ervan grimace and squeeze his eyes shut without meaning to.

"Laila. Ugh — say it. That you won't turn back time. That you want me to fuck you right now."

A tear that had pooled in Laila's wet eyes slid down her temple. Ervan bowed his head and gently licked it away.

Laila shuddered and clamped down hard around him. Ervan reflexively snapped his hips once, then drove his cock up deep inside her.

"Hahh! Ah, ahn, ah, I can't...!"

The instant the head of him kissed her cervix, Laila's walls burst, flooding him with nectar. Ervan's movements — short, sharp thrusts, as if swimming through her drenched depths — turned markedly smoother.

That did not mean Laila's pleasure grew any gentler.

It still wasn't enough.

'More... I want more.'

She wanted him to wreck her, to churn the maddening itch inside her without mercy. To lead her to the very end of pleasure.

'But...'

The power to turn back time was Laila's secret — and something close to an obsession.

If she could, Laila wanted to wind back today and return to this morning. And then, to see 'that scene' — the one she had failed to witness in this day.

Sensing her hesitation, Ervan began to move his hips very, very slowly.

"Ahh... Er, van!"

Each roll of Ervan's hips set the soft bed swaying in time. Laila rocked helplessly with it. The great cock burrowing into her felt as though it were scraping past her walls and hollowing out her skull entirely.

"Sob — I understand. Hah, I won't, turn it back. Ahn, nn, ah... Please, Ervan, please, do something. Hih, ahh...!"

At Laila's long-awaited surrender, a deep smile spread across Ervan's face.

Their night was still young.