Don't Keep a Dog in the Garden - Chapter 23

Whisker’s finger slipped deeper into the place that had begun to grow wet.

The finger that had been slowly teasing the entrance pushed into the narrow passage.

When Cassia shrank back at the unfamiliar intrusion, Whisker showered her with small kisses.

His fingertips stirred around as if searching for something, and then they reached somewhere deep inside.

Would it feel like this if lightning struck the crown of one’s head?

Overwhelmed by a flood of sensations she couldn’t put into words, Cassia arched like a bow without even managing to make a sound.

“Here?”

Whisker moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue and smiled with his eyes.

His red eyes were fierce like a beast that had caught its prey, yet the smile hanging on his lips was shamelessly lewd.

Every time his hand moved, Cassia jolted.

Without realizing it, she seemed to be moving her waist.

“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ahh.”

Moans so obscene she couldn’t believe they were hers kept spilling out, and Cassia covered her mouth with her hand as she trembled.

Watching her drunk on pleasure, Whisker clenched his teeth.

His lower body throbbed so much it was starting to hurt.

Matching the movements of Cassia, who was nearing her peak, he worked his hand and stripped off his clothes.

His aroused cock stood rigidly, and Whisker pulled his hand out from between her trembling thighs.

Then he rubbed the head of it against her entrance.

“Ha.”

Just touching it felt like he might come. The prickling sensation made a fierce urge rise to thrust in recklessly.

Lost in hazy pleasure, Cassia lifted her head at the different feeling from before.

As she raised her body and looked down, she swallowed unconsciously.

The book Merlin had brought never explained that it would be this terrifyingly large.

“No. I don’t think I can.”

Cassia instinctively shook her head and drew back.

Whisker grabbed her snow-white thighs and pulled her toward him, holding her firmly in place.

He was prepared to grant anything she asked, but right now he wasn’t in a state to do so.

“I’ll go slowly….”

It was a lie. Any such patience had long since vanished.

As he spoke, he pushed the tip inside.

“Ahk.”

As he slowly pushed in, Cassia collapsed onto the bed as if she’d fainted.

Watching her struggle to breathe under the unfamiliar pain as if her body were being split open, Whisker felt like he was going mad.

Push in, move, his desire screamed, but he gritted his teeth and bent his body slowly.

He pressed a soft kiss to Cassia’s cheek and asked while resting his forehead against hers.

“Are you… alright?”

“No.”

Cassia answered with resentment filling her golden eyes.

Whisker tried to soothe her with small kisses on her lips, but even the slightest movement made her tremble.

Whisker clenched his teeth once more.

Seeing her endure the pain, he couldn’t just satisfy his own desire.

As he tried to pull out what had gone in halfway, Cassia grabbed his shoulder.

“Just… just do it.”

“But.”

Her golden eyes were filled with tears, and as Whisker hesitated with a troubled expression, Cassia spoke again, more firmly.

“Just do it.”

Her words stole even the last of his restraint.

Whisker, who had paused for a breath, pushed himself in to the root in the next breath.

“Ahh.”

Cassia clung to Whisker’s neck and let out a sound that was neither quite a moan nor a cry.

Even that alone was so stimulating that Whisker felt like he was going mad.

“Ha….”

Whisker closed his eyes deeply, then opened them, letting out a low, long breath as he steadied his breathing.

He had nearly lost control right then.

Though he had lived his life built on restraint, tonight every moment was a crisis.

Pressing his lips to Cassia’s furrowed brow, Whisker began to move his waist very slowly.

He pushed in gently, then withdrew smoothly, watching Cassia’s expression.

For her, who still struggled to take it, he took his time, little by little, kissing her as he moved.

Cassia swayed at the same pace as Whisker, wrapping both arms around his neck and clinging to him.

As Whisker’s thrusts gradually quickened, Cassia could no longer tell whether what she felt was pain or pleasure.

Whisker pressed himself in all the way to the root and, while reaching her deepest point, rolled his hips, grinding up and down.

“Ah. Ahh. Haah.”

A nasal tone mixed into Cassia’s moans, and her waist, which had already tasted sweet pleasure, began to move on its own.

“Hng.”

Whisker’s heated breathing reached Cassia’s ear as well.

It was a strange kind of pleasure.

Hearing the man who was always composed swallow breaths on the verge of breaking, Cassia pressed her waist closer to him and clung to him.

Without realizing it, tension gathered in her lower abdomen.

At that moment, Whisker threw his head back, halted his movements, then let out a long breath and smiled with a pained expression.

“I almost came. You’re quite sly.”

“W-what?”

Not understanding what he meant, Cassia panted and asked back, and Whisker lightly bit her flushed cheek before releasing it.

Then he slowly pulled himself out from where they had been fully joined.

Just before he left her body completely, he thrust back in at once.

“Ahh!”

The sound of flesh colliding and Cassia’s broken cry rang out at the same time.

Gripping Cassia’s waist as she shut her eyes and cried out, he drove into her over and over.

The relentless motion that seemed intent on breaking her came to a stop at some point, and Whisker, wearing the satisfied smile of a well-fed beast, devoured Cassia’s lips.

“Ha. Cassia….”

As he greedily tasted her lips and then called her name in a desperate voice, an unfamiliar shiver ran through her.

It wasn’t the same lightning-like pleasure as before, but the strange elation of knowing Whisker had reached his climax inside her was no less satisfying.

As their ragged breathing gradually calmed, Whisker slowly withdrew from inside Cassia.

Though he had already climaxed once, his cock was still swollen and hard.

Cassia, wrapped in a wave of languor and embarrassment, pulled the blanket around herself and then saw it.

The book Merlin had brought had clearly described something different.

As Cassia stared at it with flustered eyes, it only grew larger and stood even more rigid.

Cassia pretended not to have seen it and turned over.

“I’m going to sleep now.”

Muttering as if for him to hear, Cassia looked around for her nightclothes, and Whisker watched her lazily before letting out a quiet laugh.

“Already?”

A large hand wrapped around Cassia’s shoulder.

Long fingers traced from her shoulder to her shoulder blade, then along the elegant curve of her spine.

Even though it was only his hand touching her back, Cassia shrank her shoulders without realizing it.

Something about her body felt strange.

As the hand sliding down along her spine wrapped around her waist, her body jolted again.

She barely held back the moan that was about to escape and pushed his hand away.

No, she tried to push it away.

If not for the hot lips touching the nape of her neck, she would have succeeded.

“Hmm.”

It was strange.

Below her navel felt ticklish and warm, and every sense in her body was heightened to the extreme, so even Whisker’s breath settling over her felt stimulating.

As he rubbed the rigid length pressed against her hips, Whisker’s touch grew more blatant as it explored Cassia’s body.

Cassia, barely managing to catch his hand as it slid between her thighs, protested while panting, “Are you going to keep doing this?”

“The night’s only just begun.”

In an instant, Whisker turned Cassia over and pressed her down, stealing her lips and breaking into a wide smile.

Just as he had promised, it was a long night.

***

Cassia woke up around noon, something entirely unlike her.

She had only fallen asleep at dawn, so it was understandable, but for Cassia, it was the first time in her life she had overslept.

On top of that, she had slept very deeply.

‘I thought I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep.’

It had been a long time since distrust formed from tangled anxiety and wariness toward people.

Because Cassia had come to suspect, doubt, and eventually loathe people who could turn on her at any moment, she thought it wouldn’t be easy to sleep beside someone.

She had been planning to suggest sleeping in separate rooms under the pretext of insomnia, but to think she would sleep this soundly.

Cassia felt dumbfounded at herself and carefully raised her body.

Whisker was asleep, breathing evenly. Golden eyelashes rested neatly over his cheeks, strands of hair like fine gold thread draped over them.