Last Born Of The Desdemona

Chapter 442: Chapter 442: Wedding Night [2] [R18]

Chapter 442 – Wedding Night [2] [R18]

"Gods!" Isolde’s body bucked as all these pleasures slammed into her in waves.

She gasped, her face flushed red. At that exact moment, Cassius’s tongue swirled around her nipple and sucked on it hard, sending an even greater jolt through her.

She grew wetter still, so wet that Cassius could feel his cock getting slick simply by pressing against her underwear.

Their arousal rose and rose, until the room around them disappeared into oblivion, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of bliss.

Cassius’s mouth pulled away from her left breast and attacked the right one.

Isolde bit her lower lip to choke back a moan, her eyes rolling back slightly.

He stayed on that breast for a minute or so, making sure to give each one equal treatment, before finally sliding down, his tongue leaving a trail of saliva along Isolde’s stunning body.

It was only then that the Last Born took in the full sight of his wife, and saw how her body was covered in scars. Some were angry-looking, others small, and a few so big it was a wonder she had survived them.

His mouth slowed.

Isolde noticed. She became slightly self-conscious at that moment, raising her head with immense difficulty, drool at the corner of her lips.

She looked at Cassius and wondered: how would he look at her body now?

Compared to his flawless, scarless one, her own was completely different.

But in Cassius’s eyes, there was truly no difference. He gave every inch of her his tremendous care, his lips pressing against one scar, then the next, his tongue tracing the longest of them from end to end as if he were worshipping her very body.

Something tightened in Isolde’s chest that had nothing to do with lust.

He lingered especially on her abs, which tickled her more than anything else, drawing a breathless laugh out of her in the middle of her moans.

Finally, Cassius reached her underwear, and this time, he didn’t burn it. He paused there, lifting his head, and stared into her hazy purple eyes.

"It’s quite hard to pull it down like this," he said breathlessly, smirking. "Lift your ass, darling."

Isolde’s face was painted red, her lips trembling with both desire and embarrassment. "You can burn it."

"I don’t want to."

"You want to play, don’t you, Cassius?" Isolde returned his smirk before slowly lifting her ass. She did it in such a way that her pussy was directly in front of Cassius’s eyes, and he saw that her thick thighs were dripping. "Pull it down, husband."

His hands moved slowly, peeling the underwear off his wife. The soaked fabric clung to her for a moment before coming away, a glistening thread stretching between them and snapping.

His heart was pounding in his ears.

Finally the underwear was completely off, giving him the full picture of his dear wife’s most private place.

It looked like a beautiful pink lotus, shaved clean, pulsing and dripping.

Cassius gulped, and felt his cock stand even straighter, even harder.

Isolde placed an arm over her eyes, embarrassed beyond words. She wanted to say something, but she felt so seen and so naked that she couldn’t even mutter a word.

She could only hear his ragged breathing, the wet sound of him swallowing and his hot breath washing over her, making her twitch.

Then all those reservations were discarded when her husband’s lips slammed onto her lower ones.

His tongue lashed out like a snake and thrust inside with so much hunger that her body shivered, her back arched off the bed, and her legs shook under the assault.

Cassius held both of her legs, steadying her, and continued his work.

Isolde’s juice wasn’t sweet, actually.

It was something else, something he couldn’t quite name or put his finger on, as if it were entirely new.

And wanting to know more about it, he sucked and licked her pussy with even more fervor.

His tongue was burning hot against her cold flesh, and every stroke felt like fire being painted onto her. Long, slow licks from bottom to top. Then quick ones. Then his tongue pushing deep again, curling inside her.

Isolde’s moans filled the room. Both of her hands grabbed Cassius’s head and pressed it harder against her pussy, as if she wanted to suffocate him with it.

Her breathing became laboured, tears slipping from her eyes, her mouth wide open to suck in the lust-tainted air.

The room felt hazy, as if filled with pink fog.

The pleasure was greater than anything Isolde had imagined. And knowing that it was Cassius down there, licking her with such enthusiasm, only stoked her desire further.

"More!" she cried out, and pushed her hips against his face.

And Cassius gave her more. He focused on her clit, swirling his tongue around it, while at the same time sliding one finger inside her wet cave, pumping it in and out.

Her walls clenched around his finger greedily. He curled it upward, searching, and when Isolde’s whole body jerked and her voice cracked, he knew he had found the spot.

He didn’t leave it again.

The combination of those two sensations pushed Isolde to heights she had never experienced before, until she began to feel something dangerously overwhelming building deep within her, like countless waves crashing into one another, each feeding the next, growing stronger and more violent until they threatened to merge into a storm she could no longer hope to contain.

It was a feeling that made her gasp, her fingers pulling tight on Cassius’s hair, eyes wide, mouth uselessly trying to breathe.

Her power slipped from her control. The air in the room hummed, the portraits on the walls trembling with every cry that left her throat.

The sensation grew even stronger in a freaking instant, and she began to shake as if an earthquake had been let loose inside her.

She pressed Cassius’s head against her pussy even harder, and that was when everything came, as if a bomb had exploded within her.

She let out the loudest moan of her life as she squirted, cumming straight onto Cassius’s face.

"Cassius!" Isolde screamed, her eyes rolling back, her body spasming violently.

He didn’t stop. He kept licking her through it, gently now, drawing out every last tremor until her thighs were quivering around his head.

She continued to spasm for a long while before she fell back onto the bed, limp, her mind still struggling to take in what she had just gone through.

However, she forced her head up and looked at her husband, whose whole beautiful face was dripping with her juice.

And he was licking it off his lips.

Isolde shivered.

And instead of being embarrassed, she felt an even greater pleasure, and smiled with her lips still parted, breathless. "You... look even more handsome with my juice on your face."

"Do I?" Cassius chuckled.

"Yes. And you had the chance to paint me white. Why didn’t you let me?" Isolde asked, trying to get up, but Cassius pushed her down, making her fall back onto the bed.

"Because I don’t want my first to be inside your mouth." He grabbed both of her legs and spread them slowly, giving himself a full view of her dripping, twitching pussy. "I want to do it inside."

Isolde shook her head urgently. "Wait, no. Wait a bit, Cassius. I need to—!"

Cassius simply placed the tip of his cock at her entrance, and Isolde’s words cut off as she tried to swallow a moan.

She was still so sensitive that the mere touch of him there made her hips twitch.

He smiled and looked at her, and she looked at him, her body sweaty and still holding the echo of her orgasm.

Both of them knew what was going to happen, and at that point, there was no longer any reservation about it.

However, this was their first time, and each of them wanted it to be as good as possible for the other.

So Isolde raised both of her arms towards Cassius, inviting him into a hug. Her face split into a lustful but happy smile, and she said, "Is this the moment I say let’s see if I can indeed be a mother?"

Cassius leaned forward and let Isolde’s arms wrap around him in a passionate embrace, her naked breasts pressing against his chest.

"No," he said. "This is the moment you forget about all of that and enjoy. That’s all you need to do."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

"You don’t care about me being a mother?"

"I didn’t marry you for that to begin with. I married you because I love you, not necessarily because I want a mother for my children."

Isolde smiled sweetly, if that was even possible in her current state. "Then please, husband, take me," she said, her hands traveling up to hold his face, still wet with her juice.

She kissed him, and kissed him with bottomless fervor. "Be my first." She kissed him again. "And my second." Another kiss. "My third." A kiss on the nose. "My fourth." A kiss just beside his lips. "My fifth."

Another kiss, and then, Cassius was laughing.

Then she grabbed his cock, guided it to the right spot at her entrance, and there...

...she paused and looked at him, and both of them smiled. "You and only you. Until the Last Ending."

"Until the Last Ending."

Then Cassius pushed in, slowly so as not to hurt her, and felt his cock being hugged by Isolde’s wet, tight walls.

His face changed at the heavenly sensation. She was so warm, and squeezing him so tightly on all sides, that it was maddening. His arms trembled with the effort of holding himself back.

Isolde, however, bit her lower lip, realizing just how big he was. He was stretching her inch by inch, his heat spreading through her cold body from the inside, and she shivered at both the pain and the pleasure blooming beneath it.

Her nails dug into his back.

Cassius stopped at once, his forehead resting against hers. "Does it hurt?"

"I have felt worse. Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I want all of you."

So he gave her all of him.

Finally, Cassius reached her very depths, his tip pressing against her womb, and husband and wife both shuddered. Isolde hugged him tighter, and even raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist to press him deeper into her.

For a long moment neither of them moved. They simply breathed, joined completely, his heartbeat thundering in her ears and hers pounding against his chest.

They looked at each other, and, for the nth time, kissed again.

At that moment, for the first time, Isolde welcomed Cassius inside her.

—End of Chapter 442—