Chapter – 06
The room the servant guided her to was as magnificent and beautiful as one would expect of the Imperial Palace. After leading the way, the servant informed her that a maid would be sent to assist her and then withdrew.
Nadia took a cautious look around the suite. After stopping by the drawing room, the balcony, and the large bathroom, she reached the bedroom—and suddenly remembered a fact she had forgotten due to her husband’s indifferent attitude.
The wedding night!
How could I forget that? Nadia turned pale. It was because the Marquis of Elantz had maintained such an excessively nonchalant expression. Shifting the blame onto him, Nadia began to fuss about in a panic.
She knew a little bit about the “night” between a man and a woman. It was mostly from things her governess had said, snippets of lewd gossip overheard during tea times, or romance novels. She knew vague, cloud-like stories—things she wasn’t sure were true—about where “it” went in, that it hurt enough to die, or that it felt good enough to die.
Her heart pounded violently. Nadia took deep breaths to try and calm herself, but she jumped in surprise at the sudden sound of a knock.
Fortunately, it was not the Marquis but the maids who had come to attend to her. Under their extreme care—they acted as if they were the “tongue inside her mouth”—Nadia gradually began to relax. However, once she was left alone again in the vast room, wearing only a thin slip and a robe, fear began to well up once more.
Of all things, the sinister rumors about the Marquis began to resurface in her mind. When she first heard them, she had brushed them off, thinking no person could truly be like that, but now they weighed heavily on her.
It was because she had previously viewed it as someone else’s business. Until last month, she hadn’t even imagined that the terrifying man in those rumors would become her husband.
Still, I’m his wife, not some common harlot he can treat however he likes. He won’t treat me too harshly. She tried to soothe herself with these thoughts, but eventually, she found herself wishing the Emperor wouldn’t let the Marquis leave at all.
Nadia paced the drawing room anxiously before cautiously entering the bedroom. Looking around, she discovered a bottle of premium wine, beautifully sliced fruit, and crystal glasses placed neatly on the bedside table.
Wouldn’t tea be more appropriate for waiting? Nadia sat in front of the table, hesitating several times before finally opening the bottle. If it’s too hard to do sober… No, let’s not make excuses. It was put here to be drunk, so what’s the harm?
The only alcohol she had ever had was a few sips of champagne at balls, but if it could help ease her tension, she didn’t care. Nadia filled her glass halfway with wine and took a sip. It wasn’t too bitter and had a hint of sweetness; it was more palatable than she expected.
As she nibbled on the fruit and sipped the wine, the glass was soon empty. Even during that time, the Marquis of Elantz did not come. She hesitated briefly, then vowed to drink just one more glass; if he didn’t arrive by then, she would go to bed first. He wouldn’t do anything to someone who is sleeping. Even though she knew it was something she had to face eventually, Nadia wanted to postpone it by any means possible.
By the time Nadia finished her second glass of wine, the Marquis had still not returned, and the time had long passed midnight. She didn’t wait any longer and lay down in bed. As the alcohol took effect, she could no longer endure her exhaustion.
Nadia had been sleeping quite deeply when she began to feel something strange, less than an hour after falling asleep.
The bed was shaking. No, it felt as though she was shaking. Or perhaps both? Nadia let out a small groan and woke up.
That was when she felt the sense of incongruity. Lying on her side, she felt the weight of a dark shadow pressing down on her body and the intense sensation of her lower half being spread tight and rubbed. Startled, she opened her mouth to scream. However, a large hand clamped over her mouth, leaving her able to do nothing but stare with wide eyes.
“Are you awake?”
The dark shadow exhaled short breaths by Nadia’s ear as he repeatedly delved into her body.
It was a familiar voice. Though Nadia had never imagined a situation like this, knowing who the owner of the voice was brought a sliver of relief. It was the husband she had met for the first time today.
She struggled to organize the chaos in her mind while shaking helplessly. She was terrified, yet simultaneously, a strange sense of excitement heated her lower abdomen along with a bit of pain. They said it would hurt enough to die, but it wasn’t quite like that. Was it because of the wine? Nadia exhaled ragged breaths into the palm covering her lips.
“Since you were asleep, whew, I started first.”
He whispered as he bit her earlobe painfully. She flinched and ducked her neck. As his lips sucked on the thin skin of her nape, a chilling sensation ran down her spine.
Nadia realized late that she was naked.
She couldn’t hide her embarrassment. She thought that if she went to bed first, he would leave her alone; she never dreamed he would “do the deed” with a sleeping person. She hadn’t even considered such a possibility.
It occurred to her that the rumors about the Marquis’s tastes might not be entirely false. She didn’t know about the rest yet, but at the very least, he seemed to be a pervert.
“Ugh!”
The hand covering her mouth fell away, and as he firmly squeezed her breast, Nadia reflexively grabbed his wrist. Her face flushed as if it were on fire.
However, the Marquis acted as if her strength was no hindrance at all, kneading her soft breasts until handprints were left and pinching her erect nipples. His touch sent a current-like sensation through her, and her lower half became damp with a sudden surge.
Flustered by the sensation, Nadia tried to sit up, but the man grabbed her ankle, pulled it over his shoulder, and pressed her down, leaving her unable to move.
“You’re quite good at this. Is it really your first time?”
She wanted to ask what on earth he was talking about, but she couldn’t. This was because he grabbed her waist tightly and began to thrust his hips violently. As his member entered and exited her drenched interior with force, a strange sensation—half-stinging pain, half-ticklish, tingling pleasure—spread throughout her body.
“Ah, ng, ugh… Ahhh…”
The position was excessively shameful. Only a few hours ago, she hadn’t even imagined she would be naked in such a posture, performing such acts with a man she barely knew.
Does everyone do this? Nadia thought, her mind becoming increasingly hazy. The unfamiliar warmth pressing against her bare skin and the stranger’s body digging into a place she hadn’t even known existed felt overwhelming.
Each time the man moved in and out, the sound of wet skin clashing echoed. It was unbearably embarrassing. The sounds coming from her own mouth were the same. Nadia raised her hand to cover her mouth. The man laughed and snatched her hand away. In an instant, both her wrists were pinned. It was a grip she couldn’t hope to break with her strength.
As if intentionally trying to torment her, he began to drive his hips upward with more force. Nadia shook uncontrollably and screamed. Her buttocks and inner thighs, clashing with a heavy thudding sound, as well as the inside of her vagina receiving him, felt as though they were being pummeled.
The absurd part was that despite his incredibly rough movements, her body was feeling a faint, blossoming pleasure. And that sensation grew bit by bit, larger and larger, every time the man moved.
“Ah! Ahh…! No, no, ugh, stop…!”
Despite Nadia’s incessant screams and pleas, the man did not stop. She was even afraid of the pleasure that kept pushing her higher and higher, despite the sensation of him rubbing and pressing against her delicate membranes at will. She struggled to escape, but the man easily suppressed her and drove her to the edge.
Nadia let out a tearful scream as a giant wave turned her vision pure white. She could feel her body convulsing with ecstasy. Her insides tightened to the limit, and her lower abdomen bucked and cramped involuntarily.
Growling roughly as he pushed, he thrust his member in as far as possible, as if trying to cram his entire body inside her, and released his desire. Feeling the fluid flow deep into her body, Nadia trembled as if having a seizure.
The words of her governess, who said it would only be painful and difficult, and the words in romance novels, which called it sweet and enchanting, were all lies. This… this couldn’t be described by those words.
While catching her breath and waiting for the storm-like sensations to subside, Nadia trembled slightly at the feeling of the man’s member—which had not yet lost its hardness—slowly sliding out, rubbing against the flushed walls of her vagina.
Her face turned bright red as she felt something trickling out from below. This must be the end. Nadia, carefully placing her hand on the shoulder of the man who was still kneading her buttocks and biting her jaw, gave him a gentle push.
Their eyes met. The Marquis of Elantz looked down at her with an intrigued gaze, let out a short chuckle, and instead of being pushed back, he leaned in for a kiss. His hand, which had been stroking her waist as if to soothe her when she was startled by his tongue invading her mouth, soon grabbed her buttocks firmly and pulled her body toward him. Her small scream was swallowed into his mouth.
He rubbed his member against her now highly sensitive vulva. She could hear the sticky sound of the viscous fluid, likely the semen, mixing together. Nadia wanted to turn her head away in shame, but she couldn’t because the man wouldn’t let go, nibbling and sucking on her tongue.
For someone whose only experience with kissing had been a light peck on the cheek, every sensation—the feeling of the membranes inside her lips being sucked, or her tongue being licked and bitten—was utterly foreign.
The same went for his hot hands roaming over her body and that secret place she had never touched herself except when washing. His member parted her labia and rubbed here and there against the most sensitive spots. Each time, her waist, stiff with tension, flinched and bucked.
She could feel his member becoming rock-hard again. Nadia’s face turned deathly pale.
Due to the previous act, she was already exhausted, as if her very bones had melted away. She was too tired to engage in such a fierce encounter again.
Whether he saw her expression or not, the Marquis, with one corner of his mouth curled up, lightly flipped her body over. Before she could properly regain her senses, her waist was seized and lifted, and she was penetrated again in a lewd posture with only her buttocks raised high. Nadia whimpered from the shock.
“Th-this… I don’t like this, ah!”
A scream burst out automatically because he drove his member all the way in at once. It felt as though it had gone even deeper than before.
The pressure felt even more immense than she had expected. She could vividly feel her interior, stretched to its limit, struggling to accept the man’s member.
