A Mad Lady’s Confession - Chapter 70

“….”

“I love you, Matthias.”

He couldn’t say anything.

It wasn’t because he was flustered or surprised, as he had been by the woman’s previous confessions.

He simply forgot how to speak.

It was as though he’d returned to some primordial state where everything in the world existed as nothingness, where he knew nothing and desired nothing. Everything in his mind vanished into white.

As the man remained speechless, the woman gently caressed his cheek as though she understood. Her cold fingertips touched him as though searching for warmth.

“You don’t have to answer. This is my confession alone.”

Their lips slowly met again. As though she truly wanted no answer from him, the woman sealed the man’s mouth with her own.

The man, who had uncharacteristically gone rigid as stone, began tangling his tongue with hers as though released from a wicked spell.

He pulled the woman tightly against him and desperately sought breath from her as though she were his only means of breathing. His movements were desperate, as though he couldn’t endure it any longer.

He kicked the door open as if to break it down.

Unable to part their joined lips, he carefully laid Eleanor on the bed covered with a blanket.

The one-room cottage on the coast, which he’d built for those times when he wanted to leave the commotion behind and spend time alone, filled with wet sounds.

Matthias parted their lips and looked down at Eleanor, who lay beneath him completely soaked. Her cheeks were flushed from their recent kiss, her lips were redder still, and her beautiful hair spilled around her as she gazed solely at him.

Beneath the soaked underdress that had turned completely transparent, her prettily colored nipples and full mounds were entirely visible. The woman was unbearably seductive.

He didn’t distinguish whether her allure came from her drenched appearance or from her confession. Either way, he knew he couldn’t retreat now.

“Your Grace….”

“My name.”

When the woman called for him with a whine, he deliberately corrected the title she’d used for him, though he’d never done so before.

Ever since the one and only time his name had left the woman’s lips, that was all he wanted to hear now.

“Call me by my name.”

“Matthi….”

As though collapsing, he sucked her lips again. His hurried hands fumbled with the woman’s underdress like a novice bedding a woman for the first time, dragging it off her. With the woman naked beneath him in an instant, Matthias undid the buckle of his trousers.

After casting aside everything cumbersome and becoming completely naked, he immediately pressed his body over hers. They were both impatient. No further gestures or words were needed to arouse each other.

He settled between Eleanor’s legs and aligned himself below. The moment their slick genitals touched, a thrilling sensation rang through his head. Without hesitation, he immediately pushed his cock inside her.

“Haa…!”

“…Ah.”

Her viscous, clinging insides squeezed his cock while allowing it to advance. Their bodies constricted around each other, stimulating and rubbing against one another without pause.

When he finally reached her deepest point with a hard thrust, Matthias clenched his teeth against the urge to come far too soon.

It wasn’t his first time taking Eleanor, yet he couldn’t think straight through the rapidly mounting excitement of his body.

His hips moved on their own. They urged him on relentlessly, demanding that he hurry, give the woman the same pleasure he felt, and release himself inside her.

With obscene, squelching sounds, he thrust his hips rhythmically. Gripping the woman’s pelvis, he slammed her against himself again and again, plowing through her insides as though they were his own home.

“Ah, ah! Aah… hn!”

“Eleanor….”

The moment he called her name, the woman’s insides suddenly contracted around him. Even as he wandered dazedly through the rising pleasure, a laugh escaped him. The woman was adorable, becoming aroused because he’d called her name.

“Eleanor, does it feel good?”

“Ha, hn! Haa… ah, mm….”

“Me too. It feels good for me too…. Haa….”

It felt good enough to kill him. He panted beneath the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to drive him mad, enough that he thought it couldn’t be helped if he lost his mind entirely.

Had this act always felt this good? He rode the woman obscenely, like a brute. As though he knew neither refinement nor manners, he licked her, sucked her, and pounded into her wildly while letting out rough groans.

“Ha, mm… Matty, ah… ah, Matty, I… st-stop, haa….”

Perhaps feeling as though she needed to urinate, the woman pushed at him as her thighs trembled violently. He slipped his hands behind her knees and pushed them all the way back against her chest.

Over the woman’s body, folded beneath his thighs, he pounded down into her again and again like a pestle grinding in a mortar.

“Ah! Hn! Aah… hn! N-no…! Ah!”

When he pulled out his cock, fluid burst from between Eleanor’s legs. It spurted upward before trickling down, and Matthias greedily sucked it all up.

“Hng…. No, ah… mm. Stop, please….”

There was no strength at all in the hands pushing him away as though it were filthy. Ignoring them, he drank from Eleanor.

“Haa….”

After drinking his fill, he lifted his lips and turned the woman over. Eleanor had looked confused, not knowing what he was doing, but she grew flustered when her cheek was pressed into the soft bed and only her bottom remained raised. It was obvious she didn’t understand why they were assuming this position, but he had no capacity to explain it.

The fluid she’d released moments earlier glistened in the narrow cleft between her buttocks. Her fluids alone had already provided ample lubrication, so his cock slid smoothly inside.

“Haa…. Ngh….”

“Mm, mmm… hn…. Ha….”

A slow, deep, complete penetration.

The great Matthias Nielsen was panting like a dog behind a woman on a blanket-covered bed in a crude beach cottage. Gripping her plump bottom, he pulled her toward him and pushed her away, pounding into her roughly.

“Ah, mm! Hn! Ah! I, this, ngh! This position is strange, haa!”

He lowered his body and covered her back with his own. Reaching around to the front, he kneaded her heavy, hanging breasts and whispered, “You say it’s strange, but you’re feeling it even better than before…. Haa….”

“Hng… ah, hn….”

He kissed the woman’s flushed cheek and thrust his hips relatively shallowly. The violent plunges in and out had made him feel as though the top of his head might spin away, but lingering inside Eleanor and grinding against her like this was equally ecstatic.

“Hng, ah… ah!”

Once again, Eleanor spilled fluid with a splash. Eleanor whimpered over her repeated accidents, but Matthias felt so delighted he could die.

The urge to come, which had been teetering on the brink for some time, surged back to an unbearable level, and he clenched his teeth.

He pulled out his cock, lifted the woman, and seated her on him this time. Hooking his hands behind her knees, he lowered her body as though impaling her from above. Eleanor instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Hoo…. Do you know I’ve wanted to do this since we were in the sea? Haa….”

The woman was panting too hard to answer. When Eleanor couldn’t even finish saying that it was too deep, he held her tightly in his arms.

As he drove up into her from below again and again, her voluptuous breasts rubbed firmly against his chest. Their bodies, once drenched in seawater, were now slick with sweat, making the noble gentleman and noblewoman even more obscene.

“Ha, hah, hah… haa….”

“Ah, hn, aah… Matty, aah… ah!”

Before the woman reached her third climax, he turned her back into their original position. He wanted them to finish together. He wanted to look at Eleanor’s face, their bodies touching completely as they came together.

“Ah, hn!”

“Haa…!”

His hips increased their pace, driving deeply inside her with broad strokes like the beating of a bird’s wings, and they both shuddered at the same time. Her lower abdomen trembling, Eleanor convulsed around his cock, biting down, tightening, and releasing it repeatedly.

The climax he’d held back so many times finally struck with enough intensity to detonate every sensation at once.

Instead of enduring any longer, Matthias released himself inside Eleanor, into her deepest place, as though he meant to leave himself engraved there forever.

That night was long and longer still.

After caressing their sweat-soaked bodies, they did it again. They dozed briefly, awoke, and did it yet again.

By the time he kissed Eleanor after their fourth time, when she’d exhausted all her strength, it was the middle of the night and everything had fallen asleep.

When Matthias opened the cottage door naked, he found a basket placed outside. He easily picked up the basket containing wine, water, a light meal, and fresh towels.

He gathered Eleanor into his arms, sat her up, and held water to her lips. After drinking the water eagerly, Eleanor seemed to revive a little and gazed steadily up at him.

They held each other’s gaze for a moment before Matthias coaxed her.

“Say what you confessed earlier again.”

He wanted to hear it, again and again.

“…I love you, Matthias.”

Her confession sounded somehow listless, trailing off at the end, but he assumed it was because he’d drained all her strength.

A smile naturally settled on his lips. He kissed her and squeezed Eleanor’s small body tightly in his arms.

When he looked back on it later, he wondered if that might have been the final chance Eleanor gave him.

A chance to hold on to her.

After the long night passed, Eleanor Brynhill disappeared.

As if a sandcastle built by the shore had been swept away by the waves, without a trace.