Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

He could no longer stand the piercing gaze of her innocent eyes anymore.

“…it’s just that, I’m the one who is not confident enough.”

He eventually confessed one of his constant worries. It was extremely rare for him to remain as silent as a grave. Surprised by Raven’s unexpected words, Molitia’s eyes widened ever so slightly.

“It’s been a while since I‘ve tasted you, so I’m not sure how hard it will be later on. I’m holding myself back for my dear wife’s life.”

“Ah…”

Molitia’s face straight away blushed at his honesty. These frank words that were filled with much enthusiasm was the first she had heard in a long time, which had caused all of her anxieties to melt away.

‘It’s not that he hates me.’

That was the first time that anyone had ever tended to her when she was ill—without leaving at all. Previously, when her family had abandoned her to herself, the servants had also taken her for granted. A tiny freezing room that was situated right in the corner of the Count’s residence. That particular room, which was among the numerous other rooms, was often neglected by the busy attendants.

They couldn’t help it as they were much busier than her, who was just laying down on her bed. Even though she had already known about this, the loneliness that was creeping inside of her couldn’t be avoided whenever she was sick. She had missed them albeit the fact that she could have never held onto those who wanted to leave her side.

Such a kind person. How gentle he is. Tears flowed from Molitia’s eyes at the thought that he was not sick of her.

“Molitia?”

Astounded, Raven quickly touched her forehead.

“Are you having a fever again? Is there anywhere else that hurts?”

Molitia reached out her hand as she hugged Raven, who was hastily inspecting her. His back had straight away stiffened by her sudden gesture.

“I really am fine.”

The soft whisper that could be heard in Raven’s ears tasted insanely sweet. It was even sweeter than the meringue, which she had baked for him.

“So, you don’t have to endure it.”

“…what do you mean?”

Raven held his gaze towards her from within her grasp. He seemed to be slightly exasperated as he was pressing his lips together. It felt like there was an irresistible desire that was filling the gaze that was directed at her.

“If you hadn’t heard what I just said earlier…”

“No, I heard it clearly.”

Raven felt that his speech was fading away from his own mouth. He didn’t know if she even had the slightest idea. She still tried to reach him despite those many warnings that were given. He placed his hand against her cheek as he strived to grasp his ever so darkening reasons.

“You got overwhelmed at every single time.”

“I don’t mind…Well okay, it’s not that I don’t like…”

“Stop.”

Molitia’s stuttering lips were eventually swallowed by Raven. A tenacious tongue had suddenly penetrated her lips as it tried to bind her tongue together. His soft yet hot tongue had completely taken her breath away.

His tongue that was wandering through her mouth had no longer shown any mercy. Whenever his ravenous tongue was crushing on her small tongue, Molitia felt rekindled by the burning stimulus yet again.

“If you utter anything more provoking, it’s going to be really hard to withstand any longer.”

Raven’s hand then quickly probed into her skirt. Her waist flinched at his touch that was moving straight again to her drenched underwear.

“You can’t imagine just how long I’ve been trying to hold it in.”

Raven’s lips slid across her cheeks. He then captured her ear before sticking his tongue into it.

“Uhh!”

“How much I’ve been terribly missing your hole.”

A gush of saliva was accompanying the breeze that had intruded upon her ear. The soggy squelch had made Molitia’s shoulders wince in response. Then, another pleasure seemed to linger in her mind when she felt him poking around with his fingers underneath of her.

His hand was pinching on her underwear. When her dry spring had gotten wet at once, he thrusted his finger inside.

Her insides immediately clenched at the sudden intrusion. The tightening sensation that was clamping on his fingers had granted him much vigor. The nipping tingle against her clit had made Molitia’s waist jiggled.

“Ah, haa…!”

“Molitia, Molitia.”

He was persistently chanting out her name in her ear. The touch of his fingers were still not enough. “Molitia”, he whispered as he was gazing upon her.

“Look at how hard you are biting me, since it has been quite a while. My fingers are about to break now.”

Nevertheless, Raven’s fingers were penetrated even further. His insertion was unceasingly intense. After a quick thrust, he then immediately stroked her slit with his fingertips.