Maylily - Chapter 47

“Hmph….”

Maylily jolted her waist and let out a short moan. Hugh soothed her by gently stroking up her spine with one hand while kneading her soft breast without pause with the other.

The woman’s breast filled Hugh’s large hand perfectly, lacking nothing and overflowing in nothing, as if her body had been shaped to fit him. That made it all the more satisfying.

The more he touched her soft body, the deeper the thirst in his fingertips grew. Suppressing the sadistic urge to crush everything that fit into his hand, Hugh melted Maylily’s body with tender caresses. If he scared this timid woman into trembling with fear from the start, he would never reach the end.

Even so, excitement that pierced through the veil of restraint now and then left red handprints on her pure white breasts like footprints on fresh snow.

In the meantime, Hugh trapped her swollen nipples between his knobby fingers and began to rub them leisurely. Just as easily as they bruised, her body, so sensitive to touch, reacted with shivers.

“Mmhh….”

When he pressed harder and increased the intensity of the stimulation, a faint moan burst from Maylily’s throat and spilled into their joined mouths. As Hugh swallowed it sweetly and lifted his lips away, her ragged breath spread at once into the flower-scented room.

Breathing harshly, Hugh looked down at Maylily’s eyes, hazy with pleasure, and pressed down on her nipples, plumper now from his relentless torment.

“Hhh….”

Her cheeks flushed red with the pleasure flooding through her delicate skin, Maylily let out a thin moan and tilted her head back. The sapphire of her necklace swung lightly with the motion and glinted. Once again, Hugh’s Adam’s apple shook savagely as he pressed merciless power into his fingertips.

“Ah, Count….”

She moaned even more prettily than he expected. The face lifted toward him as if pleading, soaked in pleasure and shame, the frail voice like the cry of a small bird caught in a snare. Every aspect of this insignificant, fragile, harmless woman was awakening not just his possessiveness but a desire to conquer.

As his excitement deepened, his touch began to lose restraint, and her moans grew louder.

“Haa… Count, please….”

All this time, Maylily had clung tightly to his waist, passively enduring his one-sided caresses, until at last she lightly placed her trembling, thin hand atop the one that twisted her nipple mercilessly. As if begging him to stop.

Hugh stroked her head kindly as she collapsed against his chest. But he had not the slightest intention of stopping here.

A few seconds later, after letting her catch her breath, Hugh turned Maylily around and wrapped his arm tightly around her slender arms and waist. As the startled woman let out a small scream, her half-bared body was captured in the mirror, enclosed in Hugh’s broad embrace.

Even in the dim light, every little feature of her fragile body carved itself vividly into Hugh’s eyes.

The white, smooth skin glowing with warmth, the sleek line from neck to shoulder, the full breasts in contrast to her narrow waist, the nipples like small fruit atop them.

At the center of it all, the deep blue sapphire placed the final mark on the breathtaking sight.

“Look, Maylily.”

Hugh’s hand seized Maylily’s chin and forced her to face forward as she bit her lip and turned away. The moment his damp breath touched her neck, their two differently colored gazes at last collided within the mirror.

“How beautiful you are right now.”

How I desire you like this.

The red lips that breathed out the seductive whisper closed around her frail neck. At the same time, greedy hands that knew no satisfaction seized her bulging breasts.

Each time his fingers pressed down hard on her stiff nipples, the pitiful moans that poured into his ears soaked his brain with unbearable pleasure.

“Count, please, hhhnn, please….”

Swept away by the crashing waves of rough sensation, Maylily shut her eyes, unable to finish her sentence. Between her ragged breaths, fragments of her shattered consciousness floated in a broken voice.

Each time, the soft feel of her twisting body filled Hugh’s embrace. How such fragile movements could bring such intense stimulation, he couldn’t comprehend.

Taking advantage of the moment when his teasing hand slackened, Maylily lifted her heavy lids. The instant Hugh met her damp gaze in the mirror, while his lips still pressed to her shoulder, a blue flame sparked in his eyes.

“Bend over.”

The Count of Everscourt exhaled the heated words as if biting them off and pressed down on Maylily’s back hard, as if branding her with his palm.

Her waist folded against her will, and Maylily, dazed, propped her elbows on the vanity. As her head drooped helplessly, she glimpsed the lilies of the valley bouquet and her own breasts hanging toward the floor.

In the next moment, the Count’s lower body pressed close to her hips and pushed her forward. With the sound of her necklace clinking, her breasts swung like bells. As if denying the obscene sight too shameless to believe was her own body, Maylily squeezed her eyes shut.

Cool air fell over her slender back as the Count pressed against her. His hands seized both breasts firmly at once. Now that both nipples were touched together, the stimulation doubled, no, multiplied beyond measure.

The flesh twisted, rubbed, pulled without pause, throbbed as if about to tear away, yet from within that pain, a subtle, smoldering pleasure rose like shimmering heat.

As Hugh’s hands moved with relentless persistence, his lips roamed Maylily’s nape, her shoulders, down her spine, licking her tender skin, sucking it hard, chewing it roughly. At times, unable to restrain his arousal, he bit her sharply, stealing small screams.

Under the downpour of stimulation showered across her chest and back, Maylily twisted and moaned. Each time, the sound of her necklace chiming made her head spin even more. The thick flower scent riding her shallow breaths choked her.

Everything in this moment assaulted her so fiercely and fast she couldn’t collect her mind.

“Ahhh, please….”

Like someone who had forgotten how to speak, Maylily repeated only the same word.

Please. Please. Please….

She didn’t even know what words she wanted to add. In her head clouded with strange heat and pleasure, she was struggling to find them when—

Rip. At the sound of something tearing roughly, Maylily opened her eyes. She saw her ivory skirt slipping down to her feet.

The next moment, she felt hands groping at the waistband of her layered petticoats. At once, those hands dragged down her petticoat, chemise, and drawers together with her skirt.

Her white, round buttocks were suddenly bared under the Count’s eyes. Before she could gather herself from the chill and the rush of shame, long, slender fingers dug into the cleft below.

“Count!”

At the foreign sensation in her most intimate place, Maylily let out a shrill voice of fear. As she tried to straighten her waist, the Count pressed her back down firmly with his palm.

“No, don’t!”

Shaking her head, burying her face against the backs of her hands stacked on the vanity, Maylily spoke in a trembling voice. But the fingers prying into her tender flesh only pushed deeper still.

“No, I don’t want this, please….”

At her continued pleas, the fingers stopped and slid out completely. With a low sigh over Maylily’s trembling back, the Count wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up in one swift motion. Her slender body was lifted at once, and the rebound made her flushed breasts bounce.

In the mirror, behind her obscene body, the Count appeared with only his bow tie slightly loosened. Other than that, he was the same composed and dignified man as ever.

He looked no different than usual, yet Maylily felt as if she alone had become a debauched woman. Not being able to see his expression hidden above the mirror only made the situation more shameful and bewildering.

Her face and whole body dyed red, Maylily’s breath hitched as the Count extended the very fingers that had just stirred between her legs.

“You don’t want it? Even though you’re this wet?”

His fingers, glistening as if coated in honey, were soaked with her fluids. It felt like undeniable proof of her own lewdness, and Maylily was struck speechless. Wrapping both arms around her chest as if to shield herself, she could only cling helplessly while the Count circled her waist with his arm and coaxed in a soft voice.

“Answer me, Maylily. Should I stop?”

The hot breath falling on her crown, the strong heartbeat pulsing against her back, and the weight pressing down firmly on her hips all made Maylily burn again. The place between her legs, damp for so long, tingled more and more until she tensed unconsciously.

Lost in thought, Maylily slowly fluttered her wet lashes before whispering.

“That position just now… I don’t like it. It’s too… embarrassing.”

“So, as long as it’s not that position, it’s fine.”

Sweeping back his disheveled bangs with a smirk, Hugh lifted Maylily into his arms and carried her to the bed.