Last Born Of The Desdemona

Chapter 441: Chapter 441: Wedding Night [1] [R18]

Chapter 441 – Wedding Night [1] [R18]

Cassius and Isolde stepped inside the room. It was wide and expensive-looking, every surface lined with the pelts of high-ranking beasts.

The bed was just as large, draped in black, and big enough for the two of them to sleep without ever touching each other if they wished to.

However, none of those thoughts even entered their minds when they walked in.

They immediately fell on the bed face first, completely drained from the past few days of preparation and this whole wedding day.

Never had they thought it could be so tiring, even for people like them, who had long surpassed what could generally be called human.

With Isolde not even being one to begin with.

"That was quite the day," Cassius whispered under his breath, rolling over to look at the ceiling. He lifted his left hand, staring at the black ring made by the Contract, and smiled. "We are truly married now. Husband and wife. And the wedding went well without any random person or some god causing trouble. That’s actually... unexpected."

"So you expected something too?" Isolde chuckled.

"Of course I did," he replied. "With how many people have attempted to kill me lately, I would be a fool not to consider that possibility."

"But nothing happened, in the end. And truthfully, who would dare to attack when all those strong people like the Dean and the King were there?"

Cassius grinned. "I did good inviting them, I guess."

"You definitely did." Isolde laughed. She paused for a moment, allowing a comfortable silence to swell in the room.

Nothing had happened yet, but her heart was pounding, and her mind could not stop wandering through many different kinds of thoughts.

Strangely, she could feel something in the air. A certain tension that made her skin prickle, as if she were being heated from the inside.

She lowered her head, looking at her dress. At the same time, she heard Cassius’s subtle breathing, and felt how close his body was to hers.

Her power was Sound itself. So she could hear it perfectly: the quickening pace of Cassius’s heart, the blood rushing faster through him, the small twitches of his muscles as he tried to lie still.

He was as nervous as she was.

That knowledge made her heartbeat climb even higher. She bit her lower lip, then smiled. "Are you happy now, darling?"

Isolde turned her head towards him.

Slowly she edged closer, and closer, until her body touched his own and the natural heat of his body covered her like a blanket.

Cassius turned his head and looked at her face, so close to his own.

Still not close enough.

He leaned in even more, a smile gracing his face. "Happy about what?" he said, so close now that his hot breath washed over her lips.

Her body shivered, her face slowly growing crimson.

"That you have finally married the woman you didn’t want to kill 333 times, even when you needed to," she replied. Her right hand moved and settled on his chest. "The woman you have been pursuing for so long."

"I think even the word ’happy’ doesn’t define what I am actually feeling right now," he said. "I feel something so much bigger than that. Something so profound that no words, I am afraid, can hold all these feelings within themselves."

"Then don’t use words." Isolde touched his cheek. "Show it to me. It’s time you fulfil one of your duties as a husband."

"Which one?" He smiled.

She returned the smile. "Tomorrow morning, I want to crawl."

At that instant, all the tiredness of such a long wedding evaporated.

Their eyes locked. And with deliberate slowness, Isolde’s lips came closer to his own, her quickening breath making his blood boil and his cock begin to stand.

Then her lips brushed his, gently, as if savoring their soft texture.

But Isolde didn’t kiss him.

No, not yet.

She stuck out her tongue and began to lick his lips as if they were a delicious candy made only for her, tracing the lower one, then the upper, slow and unhurried.

Cassius shivered before he could stop himself.

In the midst of the pleasure, his muscled hands finally moved from their frozen position. They slid down her back and grabbed her ass.

He pulled her even closer, until Isolde’s body was completely plastered to his own, then lifted her on top of him.

His hands roamed her body, up and down, tracing her waist and the curve of her spine through the dress, before settling back on her ass again.

This time he grabbed it firmly, his palms sinking into the soft but firm flesh as if he were kneading dough.

A slow moan slipped out of Isolde, her lips parting.

Cassius took that opportunity to drag her into a feverish kiss. The two of them slowly lost themselves in the dance of their tongues, their saliva smearing each other’s lips, the wet sounds echoing in that silent room.

To Isolde, every sound was magnified tenfold: the hitch in his breath, the low rumble in his chest and the frantic drum of his heart against her own.

Her hand moved. She touched Cassius’s shirt and, without much care, used her mana manipulation to destroy it, leaving his chest bare.

She paused there, pulling away from his lips, a long trail of saliva following her.

She took in his muscled chest, running her hands over it to feel its firmness, tracing every line and ridge with her cold fingertips. Wherever she touched, his skin seemed to burn hotter.

So did hers.

The very fact that this body was only hers to enjoy made her desire flare like oil poured on fire.

And when Cassius used his Plasma, just enough to burn away all her clothes except her underwear, a wave of heat licking across her skin without leaving a single mark, that desire reached an alarming level.

She could no longer wait. Her mouth lashed out and kissed his neck. Cassius failed to hold back a grunt of pleasure, and that sound alone gave Isolde even more confidence.

She licked along his throat, tasting the salt on his skin, while her left hand slid down towards his bulging crotch. She touched it, and her eyes momentarily went wide at how hard it was.

With a lustful smile, her mouth traveled down and down. From his neck to his chest. From his chest to his stomach. And finally, just below his navel.

Isolde didn’t leave a single spot of his body dry, licking and kissing, listening all the while. His heartbeat told her everything. Where it jumped, she lingered. Where his breath caught, she returned.

In mere moments she had learned every weak point of her husband.

At first Cassius’s sounds of pleasure were subtle, but the more his wife went on, the less he could control himself.

It came to a point where he had to close his eyes and focus just to hold them back. It was useless. Isolde was delightfully good with her tongue, and this was the first time in his life he had ever felt such pleasure.

It was then that Isolde reached his pants, and the obvious bulge beneath.

The Last Born lifted his head from the bed and saw Isolde sitting there, her face in front of his sheathed cock, her purple eyes fixed on it.

Then she lifted those eyes and looked at him, and didn’t look away.

She grinned and, still holding his gaze, took hold of his pants and slowly began to pull them down.

Cassius’s heart pounded immensely hard inside his chest, his blood rushing through his veins.

Faster than he had expected, both his pants and underwear were down, then destroyed outright, freeing his cock from its long imprisonment.

Isolde’s breath caught in her throat for a heartbeat. She had always known that her husband was not small, but this was not what she had been expecting.

His cock was long and thick, veins winding sinuously along its length, radiating a heat she could feel on her face without even touching it.

"Maybe," Cassius said, his voice husky with pleasure, "you will want me to go easy on you?"

Isolde smiled and wrapped one hand around his cock. Her cold fingers against his burning skin made him hiss through his teeth. "Oh, you think so?"

"Yes—! Oh!"

Cassius’s mouth clamped shut, his eyes going wide as Isolde took his cock into her mouth in one go.

Her own eyes widened as she felt the huge thing slide deep into her throat, threatening to choke her from within.

But then those eyes began to burn with an even stronger, lustier glow. Her body shook, her pussy growing wet.

Grabbing his cock with both hands, she went up and down, her throat bulging and taking the shape of him every time she swallowed him deep.

Cassius was unable to stop himself at that point, his body going completely weak at the mercy of Isolde’s mouth. The sensation was surreal, something he had never felt.

Her mouth was tight and warm, and every time she took all of him, he could feel himself pressing against the trembling walls of her throat.

His hands fisted in the black sheets. A low groan tore out of him, and Isolde hummed in satisfaction at the sound, the vibration running straight through his cock and nearly undoing him right there.

She pulled back with a gasp, a thread of spit connecting her lips to him. Her left hand cupped his balls, and she began to lick, starting from the head of his cock and dragging her tongue slowly down its whole length until she reached them.

Then back up again, slower still, her purple eyes never leaving his.

Isolde was losing herself in lust, and Cassius in pleasure.

She took him into her mouth again, faster this time. His body began to tremble as the pleasure skyrocketed.

The sounds of gagging and wet slurping filled the room as she went back and forth, again and again.

It went on until Cassius knew what was about to happen. His body tensed, and Isolde felt his cock pulsing against her tongue, heard his heart stumbling over itself, and knew that her husband was about to cum.

She smiled around him and pushed his whole length into her mouth, waiting for the release with anticipation.

But it never happened.

Cassius grabbed Isolde’s head and pulled her off his cock before he reached that point, spit flying through the air.

Isolde was momentarily confused. But only until Cassius took hold of her and slammed her down on the bed.

"Hey!" she said, the taste of his precum still on her tongue. She looked up and saw Cassius looming above her, with eyes that were nothing like a human’s.

His cock was still erect, pulsing, dripping her own saliva onto her belly.

"It’s my turn now," he grunted, and before Isolde could even understand anything, his mouth attacked her left breast.

A moan erupted from her.

His tongue circled her nipple, hot and wet, before his lips closed around it and sucked. At the same time, his other hand massaged her right breast, slowly and carefully, his thumb brushing over the stiffened peak.

The sensation of his burning hands and mouth on her usually cold body was so delightful that it was impossible to hold back her moans.

And she didn’t even try.

She grabbed Cassius’s head and pushed him deeper into her breasts. With her other hand she grasped his still-erect cock and placed it at the entrance of her pussy, right on top of her soaked underwear.

Cassius pressed against it even harder, grinding until it felt like he was about to slip in through the thin fabric, and Isolde’s head snapped back as three pleasures from three different places exploded inside her mind.

"Gods!"

—End of Chapter 441—