Maylily - Chapter 48

In the middle of the white, soft blanket scattered with lilies of the valley, Maylily was laid down. The new dress box that had occupied one side of the bed slid off and dropped to the floor with a thud. No one in the room had the attention to spare for it.

Hugh pulled off the drawers dangling from Maylily’s ankle, then removed her shoes, garter, and stockings in turn. Each time her ankle was lifted in his grip, Maylily desperately tried to press her inner thighs together. With her small hands, she clutched her breasts, far too small to cover them fully.

“Still embarrassed?”

Taking off his coat and climbing onto the bed, Hugh met Maylily’s eyes and laughed silently. Looking up blankly at that handsome smile, Maylily’s cheeks flushed deeper, and she gave a small nod.

“…Yes.”

“Why’s that?”

With the same faint smile, Hugh seized both her wrists in one hand and pressed them down above her head. His gaze slid down her slender arms until it reached the ripened swell of her blushing breasts.

“With such a beautiful body, you should feel proud, Maylily.”

With the outer edge of his fingers, Hugh traced slowly, savoring the glamorous curve from her breasts down to her waist and hips.

“Of course, only before me.”

“Hhh….”

Turning her head away to avoid Hugh’s burning gaze, Maylily twisted under his touch, and her necklace jingled. At last, the jewel adorning her smooth white body like a trophy beneath him shone with a deeper, more dazzling brilliance than ever.

He had meant to wet her just enough to enter.

But now he wanted to indulge longer in a body that satisfied his aesthetic taste to perfection.

All the more because there was still a punishment left to deliver.

Licking his lower lip, Hugh swallowed her tiny pink nipple, perched atop her milk-white breast rising with ragged breath. The mattress rippled faintly, and the fresh scent of flowers sprang around them.

“Uhh….”

Startled by the moan that escaped her unbidden, Maylily covered her mouth with the back of her hand and twisted her waist. But the Count of Everscourt, towering over her, would not release his prize once it was caught in his mouth.

The caresses that followed were relentless and wet. He licked her breast thoroughly with his flat tongue, circled her areola with the stiff tip, sucked her nipple hard, nibbled it, and when still unsatisfied, left bite marks on her breast.

Meanwhile, his large, hot hands roamed freely, teasing her other breast, stroking her waist, hips, and between her thighs without pause yet with startling gentleness.

A rich, heavy pleasure, different from what she had felt moments before, poured in without end. She felt as if her body might burn and melt away.

Biting down on her lips to stifle the constant moans brought a bitter taste. Hugh’s lips were already traveling lower, following the curve of her concave stomach.

“C-Count!”

It happened in an instant. The Count pressed his mouth against her pussy and pushed his head between Maylily’s thighs. She gasped in shock and grabbed his hair in a rush. But she couldn’t bring herself to pull.

The black hair that had always seemed cold was instead faintly warm and astonishingly soft. Even in the haze clouding her vision, she could feel it clearly in her hands.

“Not there… ahh….”

Hugh easily subdued her flailing thighs by resting them on his shoulders. Then he pushed his tongue deep inside her, prying her open, and subdued her feeble resistance.

Hot breaths tickled deep inside her body. His soft, hot tongue thoroughly licked her tender flesh. As if he meant to clean between Maylily’s legs that he had already soaked himself. Though it was impossible with the ceaseless stream of her fluids.

The obscene sound of slick flesh rubbing echoed through the quiet night. The trembling that began between Maylily’s legs spread through her whole body, gradually pushing aside the shame of having her pussy sucked by the Count.

She had thought she wasn’t completely ignorant of the affairs between men and women.

But her consciousness couldn’t comprehend or keep up with the acts the Count was performing on her body, the sensations he was engraving into her. She was only being swept away by him. And yet, she didn’t dislike it.

No, she welcomed it.

Within every stimulation inflicted on her body, Maylily felt the Count’s affection. Hot and intense. She knew desire and affection were different, but in this moment, with her discernment blurred by pleasure, she couldn’t tell them apart.

“Ah…!”

When the tongue that had been moving smoothly brushed her clit, Maylily moaned and arched her back. At once, the Count began to torment that spot relentlessly. His tongue pressed, circled, teased leisurely, then quickened, flicking rapidly.

Her legs trembled violently, and the breath she couldn’t release stacked tight beneath her chin. The cycle of moans slipping out with each shallow breath grew shorter, impossible to hold back.

Even in the fear that her body was losing control, Maylily was clearly feeling a certain rapture. She wanted to escape it all and, at the same time, sink down to the very depths.

“Ahhh… Count… haa….”

In the flood of unending sensations, Maylily clutched the white sheets hard. Her fingertips curled, her waist twisted helplessly. Unmoved by her struggle, the Count held her firmly and drove her to climax.

The torrent of pleasure poured endlessly, engulfing her from head to toe. As the last moan was swallowed into her throat, her vision turned white. Maylily’s limbs convulsed briefly, then collapsed, powerless. Her twitching thighs leaked a flood of wetness, soaking the sheets. Her heart pounded as if it would burst.

Only then did the Count release her. Wiping his mouth lightly, he raised his torso. His face was immaculate, impossible to believe it had just been buried between Maylily’s thighs.

“You feel it well.”

Sweeping back the strands of hair fallen over his forehead, he let out words that might have been praise or mockery, and gave a small laugh. Even in her state, without the strength to feel embarrassment, Maylily’s hazy mind still thought his smile was truly magnificent.

Then, lowering the front of his trousers, the Count drew something from beneath his shirt. Maylily, her vision clouded with languor, blinked slowly, and belatedly realized what it was. She clamped her mouth shut at once.

This can’t be real….

The first part of the Count’s bare body she had ever seen was his penis. That fact alone made her feel she might faint, and the sheer size and form of it shocked her even more. She couldn’t imagine such a thing entering her body.

Instinctively trying to pull her body away, Maylily’s knees were seized and spread apart by the Count as he settled between them. Maylily felt so afraid she thought she might cry. But it was already too late to escape. She didn’t want to disappoint the Count.

So instead, she closed her eyes tight. If she couldn’t see anything, maybe her fear would lessen a little.

Hugh didn’t particularly like the look on her face, as if she were being forced, but he ignored it. It wasn’t as if he wanted to share some deep bond with her. All he needed was to release and relieve the lust he had long suppressed between the woman’s legs, spread wide open for him.

Brushing back his hair with a low sigh, Hugh guided his penis with his fingers to the wet entrance that trembled under his touch.

“Ah!”

With just the smallest push, Maylily shrank back and let out a high-pitched cry.

“Relax, Maylily. It’ll hurt less that way.”

“…Yes, Count.”

Eyes squeezed tightly shut, her tearful voice answered obediently. Hugh stroked the soft flesh of her well-shaped thighs as if in praise, then pressed forward with more force. Yet her body, stiff with tension, only resisted and pushed him back.

“Ngh….”

A sob-like moan escaped, but Hugh had no energy left to soothe her carefully. Pouring out rough breaths, he drove his hips forward once again.

“Ahhh!”

He hadn’t even gotten the head inside when her eyes flew wide open and a scream burst forth.

“It hurts! It hurts too much, Count!”

Her blue eyes, wide with terror, glistened with tears as she looked up at him.

“Can’t we… stop here, just for today?”

With an apology, Maylily finally shed tears. Hugh silently wiped the drops trailing from her reddened eyes.

If he coaxed her sweetly, this docile woman would eventually surrender, crying as she clung to him.

Hugh knew that well. And yet, for some reason, he didn’t feel like doing so. Not simply because it was bothersome.

Letting out a hollow sigh, Hugh looked down at Maylily, who sniffled with her snow-white body marked by the red traces he had left. Watching her like that, his arousal, already swollen beyond measure, grew even heavier.

Abandoning his thoughts, Hugh gathered her legs together and lifted them onto one shoulder. At Maylily, who started in shock and widened her eyes, his lips curved into a soft smile.

“Since I began, I must take responsibility, don’t you think, Maylily?”