Chapter 58 - Hostage Queen Chapter 57 - Affectionate King Chapter 56 - Igor’s Wish Chapter 55 - He Cares For You Chapter 54 - Basil Chapter 53 - Garden Check (19) Chapter 52 - Maidenhood Gone (19) Chapter 51 - Taste of Wine (19) Chapter 50 - Tradition Annulled Chapter 49 - Yearning Kiss Chapter 48 - You’re Beautiful Chapter 47 - Dimi Over You Chapter 46 - I’m Sorry, Rihannan Chapter 45 - The Truth Chapter 44 - Anastasia’s Daughter Chapter 43 - I Owe It to Her Chapter 42 - Igor’s Clumsiest Best Chapter 41 - Queen’s Palace Chapter 40 - Human Nature Chapter 39 - Igor’s Debt Chapter 38 - The Medicine Chapter 37 - Women Love Flowers Chapter 36 - Public Disgrace Chapter 35 - A Wife Who Does Not Love Chapter 34 - He Liked Her, After All Chapter 33 - Are You Crying? Chapter 32 - You’re My Wife, I’ll Protect You Chapter 31 - Mother's Grave Chapter 30 - Rihannan and Arundell Chapter 29 - Your Majesty, Please Get Out Chapter 28 - Suicidal Impulse Chapter 27 - Igor’s Regret Chapter 26 - But Divorce Me a Year Later Chapter 25 - Long Time No See Chapter 24 - I’ll Kill You Myself Chapter 23 - I’ll Be Alright Chapter 22 - A Favor Chapter 21 - Danil Lyurik Chapter 20 - A Future Worse Chapter 19 - Suffer the Same Fate Chapter 18 - New Man Chapter 17 - The Dream Chapter 16 - There Was a Time... Chapter 15 - Young King Chapter 14 - Years Later Chapter 13 - If She Did Her Job Properly… Chapter 12 - Of Chrichton Blood Chapter 11 - I Don’t Want To Marry Chapter 10 - Life In Her Belly Chapter 9 - Dimitri Priebius Chapter 8 - The First and Last Chapter 7 - Feared Queen Chapter 6 - Send Them Out Chapter 5 - Wanting His Love Chapter 4 - Get Out Chapter 3 - Hertia Cesca Chapter 2 - Loveless Marriage Chapter 1 - Golden Bird’s Feather
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She averted her gaze, prompting him to tenderly caress her cheek and gaze into her soulful eyes, the kind that easily entranced him.
“Um… Rihannan? Initially, there might be some discomfort,” he leaned forward, their foreheads touching. “It’ll hurt at first, My Queen, but soon enough you’ll feel better.”
The Duchess’ words reverberated in her mind as the sound of clothing hitting the floor filled the room. Gradually, the space settled, and Igor’s weight pressed down on the bedding, hovering over her body.
With skillful hands, he parted her legs, his touch navigating the space between them. Standing at the center of her femininity, his substantial manhood teased her swollen lips.
And then, he penetrated her.
Contrary to her expectations, the entry of his manhood was not as painful. In contrast to her past experiences, her arousal facilitated a smoother process. However, as he delved deeper, a sharp pain pierced through her.
“Ah!”
She attempted to stifle the groan, but the agony overwhelmed her. Clutching the quilt with one hand, she covered her mouth with the other. She had hoped to become accustomed to the pain, given her prior encounters. Yet pain remained pain, as his manhood forced its way through her narrow passage, tearing her maiden flesh.
Igor clasped her hand, then her shoulder, wiping away the teardrops, and whispered, “Relax, Rihannan.”
“But…”
She struggled to do so, but the tingling pain persisted. Her body twitched, and she groaned in agony.
Igor caressed her swollen lips, eliciting a moan from Rihannan.
Thrusting his hips forward, he delved deeper into her core.
The experience was scorching, painful, and burning.
Rihannan gasped and unconsciously bit into his shoulder.
“I can’t… it hurts so much…”
Recalling the Duchess’ advice, she made a desperate plea, but he showed no signs of withdrawal.
“Sorry, I can’t endure it any longer,” he muttered in a hoarse voice.
He breathed heavily, burying himself deep within her. The excruciating pain became unbearable, and she groaned once more. Yet her voice was stifled. Igor had captured her lips, his mouth exploring her.
Moments later, he pulled away and gazed at her. Rihannan stared back at him, her eyes filled with resentment.
“The Duchess said I could voice my pain when it became unbearable!”
Igor responded with a bitter smile to her plaintive voice.
Quietly, she groaned, feeling a slight wriggling inside her.
He caressed her silver hair, dampened with cold sweat, clinging to her forehead.
“I’m certain I’ll get in trouble once she finds out… Mrs. Cesley emphasized numerous times that I should be gentle with you,” he said, his thumb tracing circles on her cheek. “Are you still in pain? Is it unbearable?”
His voice held a soothing, friendly tone, eliciting an unfamiliar surge of emotion within her. She regarded him with eyes filled with complexity, uncertain how to perceive him.
The Igor she had known would never bestow such warm caresses or speak to her so softly. During their passionate encounters, his face was devoid of warmth, perpetually cold and angry. Thereafter, he would push her away without uttering a word.
He was an emotionless man. Yet now, he displayed tenderness and a willingness to listen.
He was cruel to his wife, choosing power over her, but the man before her was different, prompting her to question if they were truly the same person.
Sadness welled up within her at this realization.
Where had they gone astray?
Rihannan sighed.
She had fallen for him in her youth, when she was naive and foolish. If only she were more like Helena, perhaps she wouldn’t have experienced such misery… perhaps she wouldn’t have lost him to her sister, leading her own life to unravel like a fragile thread.
“Yes… I’m in pain,” she replied, regarding him with eyes filled with intricate emotions.
Despite the physical pain, her heart ached more intensely. She had thought there were no more wounds he could inflict upon her, having been torn apart piece by piece. Yet it was a lie. Memories of bitter nights flooded her mind, vividly recalling Igor’s resentment, anger, and grievances against her.
“…You continue to hurt me.”
Unbeknownst to her, she had voiced her thoughts aloud. Her words came out tearful and rough.
Why did those cruel nights spent with him linger in her memory?
“…It’s all because of you… you’re the cause of my pain.”
“I’m sorry.”
Igor regarded her with a solemn smile and sunken eyes. He gently wiped away the tears streaming down her pretty cheek.
“For all the pain and hurt I’ve caused you, I apologize.” Lowering himself tenderly, he planted a kiss on her forehead, whispering softly, “I can’t heal your pain right now, but… I promise to ensure you never suffer again. I swear.”
In her mother’s resting place, he had made a vow to protect her, and she had chosen to trust him. This time, he offered a solemn oath, vowing never to hurt her. His words pierced through her heart, for she realized the ache resided not within her body, but within her heart and mind.
He continued to caress her, yet he made no further advances. He remained motionless. Though the initial penetration had been painful, as time passed, it gradually subsided, allowing her to breathe more easily.
Meanwhile, she could feel his pulsating presence within her, his breath growing heavier. Beads of sweat dripped from his face. He had been restraining himself.
After a brief hesitation, she released her hand from his shoulder and cradled his face. From where she summoned the courage, she could not say, but she drew Igor closer, planting a kiss on his lips.
“Ha…”
A trembling sigh escaped his mouth, and he began to move inside her. His actions were instinctual, filling her being with his love.
He left her little room to catch her breath.
“Ah…!” he moaned.
And so did she. A scream akin to a bursting dam erupted from her petite frame.
“…Why are you… so big… ah…”
She felt the shape of his manhood, its thickness…
Igor had lost all reason, thrusting into her. Each pull and push rocked her like a small boat caught in tumultuous waves. Teetering on the precipice, their harsh breaths filled the room.
In this moment, he was a wild beast consumed by l**t.
“Rihannan.”
He called her name with a passionate tone, sending a shiver down her spine. The point of connection between them tightened. She gazed into his dark eyes, her arms encircling his neck, pulling him closer.
Ironically, she, who had initially expressed a desire to escape, was now holding him captive, preventing his retreat.
“…Igor.”
The sound of her sweet voice uttering his name propelled him to new heights of ecstasy. He grew addicted. Escape was no longer an option.
He kissed her again. Fire seemed to ignite within each of her kisses, melting every fiber of his being.
Rihannan entwined her legs around his waist. The agonizing pain persisted, but with each forceful thrust, something new emerged…
As his manhood rubbed against her, a surge of swelling sensations engulfed her.
“Ah…”
She bit into his nape, her moans muffled. It sent Igor spiraling into the depths of pleasure. He moved harder, faster, deeper.
Her mind turned blank, painted in shades of white.
He neared the edge of release.
And then, he climaxed.
White fluids filled her depths.
“Ha… ha… Rihannan…”
His weight collapsed upon her. Though he was heavy, the rhythmic thumping of their hearts eased her discomfort.
For a while, the room echoed only with their labored breathing. When the intensity subsided, he gingerly withdrew from her, capturing her lips in a final kiss.
It was over.
Drained of energy, she lacked the strength to cover herself with a blanket. Sleep, which would typically take a while to find her, now came swiftly, lulling her into its embrace. Her eyelids grew heavy… and exhaustion claimed her.
Through her fading vision, a hazy figure appeared, gently stroking her head and planting a tender kiss on her forehead.
“Sleep soundly. Sweet dreams, Rihannan.”
As if obeying an order, she descended into a deep slumber.
Chapter 58 - Hostage Queen Chapter 57 - Affectionate King Chapter 56 - Igor’s Wish Chapter 55 - He Cares For You Chapter 54 - Basil Chapter 53 - Garden Check (19) Chapter 52 - Maidenhood Gone (19) Chapter 51 - Taste of Wine (19) Chapter 50 - Tradition Annulled Chapter 49 - Yearning Kiss Chapter 48 - You’re Beautiful Chapter 47 - Dimi Over You Chapter 46 - I’m Sorry, Rihannan Chapter 45 - The Truth Chapter 44 - Anastasia’s Daughter Chapter 43 - I Owe It to Her Chapter 42 - Igor’s Clumsiest Best Chapter 41 - Queen’s Palace Chapter 40 - Human Nature Chapter 39 - Igor’s Debt Chapter 38 - The Medicine Chapter 37 - Women Love Flowers Chapter 36 - Public Disgrace Chapter 35 - A Wife Who Does Not Love Chapter 34 - He Liked Her, After All Chapter 33 - Are You Crying? Chapter 32 - You’re My Wife, I’ll Protect You Chapter 31 - Mother's Grave Chapter 30 - Rihannan and Arundell Chapter 29 - Your Majesty, Please Get Out Chapter 28 - Suicidal Impulse Chapter 27 - Igor’s Regret Chapter 26 - But Divorce Me a Year Later Chapter 25 - Long Time No See Chapter 24 - I’ll Kill You Myself Chapter 23 - I’ll Be Alright Chapter 22 - A Favor Chapter 21 - Danil Lyurik Chapter 20 - A Future Worse Chapter 19 - Suffer the Same Fate Chapter 18 - New Man Chapter 17 - The Dream Chapter 16 - There Was a Time... Chapter 15 - Young King Chapter 14 - Years Later Chapter 13 - If She Did Her Job Properly… Chapter 12 - Of Chrichton Blood Chapter 11 - I Don’t Want To Marry Chapter 10 - Life In Her Belly Chapter 9 - Dimitri Priebius Chapter 8 - The First and Last Chapter 7 - Feared Queen Chapter 6 - Send Them Out Chapter 5 - Wanting His Love Chapter 4 - Get Out Chapter 3 - Hertia Cesca Chapter 2 - Loveless Marriage Chapter 1 - Golden Bird’s Feather
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She averted her gaze, prompting him to tenderly caress her cheek and gaze into her soulful eyes, the kind that easily entranced him.
“Um… Rihannan? Initially, there might be some discomfort,” he leaned forward, their foreheads touching. “It’ll hurt at first, My Queen, but soon enough you’ll feel better.”
The Duchess’ words reverberated in her mind as the sound of clothing hitting the floor filled the room. Gradually, the space settled, and Igor’s weight pressed down on the bedding, hovering over her body.
With skillful hands, he parted her legs, his touch navigating the space between them. Standing at the center of her femininity, his substantial manhood teased her swollen lips.
And then, he penetrated her.
Contrary to her expectations, the entry of his manhood was not as painful. In contrast to her past experiences, her arousal facilitated a smoother process. However, as he delved deeper, a sharp pain pierced through her.
“Ah!”
She attempted to stifle the groan, but the agony overwhelmed her. Clutching the quilt with one hand, she covered her mouth with the other. She had hoped to become accustomed to the pain, given her prior encounters. Yet pain remained pain, as his manhood forced its way through her narrow passage, tearing her maiden flesh.
Igor clasped her hand, then her shoulder, wiping away the teardrops, and whispered, “Relax, Rihannan.”
“But…”
She struggled to do so, but the tingling pain persisted. Her body twitched, and she groaned in agony.
Igor caressed her swollen lips, eliciting a moan from Rihannan.
Thrusting his hips forward, he delved deeper into her core.
The experience was scorching, painful, and burning.
Rihannan gasped and unconsciously bit into his shoulder.
“I can’t… it hurts so much…”
Recalling the Duchess’ advice, she made a desperate plea, but he showed no signs of withdrawal.
“Sorry, I can’t endure it any longer,” he muttered in a hoarse voice.
He breathed heavily, burying himself deep within her. The excruciating pain became unbearable, and she groaned once more. Yet her voice was stifled. Igor had captured her lips, his mouth exploring her.
Moments later, he pulled away and gazed at her. Rihannan stared back at him, her eyes filled with resentment.
“The Duchess said I could voice my pain when it became unbearable!”
Igor responded with a bitter smile to her plaintive voice.
Quietly, she groaned, feeling a slight wriggling inside her.
He caressed her silver hair, dampened with cold sweat, clinging to her forehead.
“I’m certain I’ll get in trouble once she finds out… Mrs. Cesley emphasized numerous times that I should be gentle with you,” he said, his thumb tracing circles on her cheek. “Are you still in pain? Is it unbearable?”
His voice held a soothing, friendly tone, eliciting an unfamiliar surge of emotion within her. She regarded him with eyes filled with complexity, uncertain how to perceive him.
The Igor she had known would never bestow such warm caresses or speak to her so softly. During their passionate encounters, his face was devoid of warmth, perpetually cold and angry. Thereafter, he would push her away without uttering a word.
He was an emotionless man. Yet now, he displayed tenderness and a willingness to listen.
He was cruel to his wife, choosing power over her, but the man before her was different, prompting her to question if they were truly the same person.
Sadness welled up within her at this realization.
Where had they gone astray?
Rihannan sighed.
She had fallen for him in her youth, when she was naive and foolish. If only she were more like Helena, perhaps she wouldn’t have experienced such misery… perhaps she wouldn’t have lost him to her sister, leading her own life to unravel like a fragile thread.
“Yes… I’m in pain,” she replied, regarding him with eyes filled with intricate emotions.
Despite the physical pain, her heart ached more intensely. She had thought there were no more wounds he could inflict upon her, having been torn apart piece by piece. Yet it was a lie. Memories of bitter nights flooded her mind, vividly recalling Igor’s resentment, anger, and grievances against her.
“…You continue to hurt me.”
Unbeknownst to her, she had voiced her thoughts aloud. Her words came out tearful and rough.
Why did those cruel nights spent with him linger in her memory?
“…It’s all because of you… you’re the cause of my pain.”
“I’m sorry.”
Igor regarded her with a solemn smile and sunken eyes. He gently wiped away the tears streaming down her pretty cheek.
“For all the pain and hurt I’ve caused you, I apologize.” Lowering himself tenderly, he planted a kiss on her forehead, whispering softly, “I can’t heal your pain right now, but… I promise to ensure you never suffer again. I swear.”
In her mother’s resting place, he had made a vow to protect her, and she had chosen to trust him. This time, he offered a solemn oath, vowing never to hurt her. His words pierced through her heart, for she realized the ache resided not within her body, but within her heart and mind.
He continued to caress her, yet he made no further advances. He remained motionless. Though the initial penetration had been painful, as time passed, it gradually subsided, allowing her to breathe more easily.
Meanwhile, she could feel his pulsating presence within her, his breath growing heavier. Beads of sweat dripped from his face. He had been restraining himself.
After a brief hesitation, she released her hand from his shoulder and cradled his face. From where she summoned the courage, she could not say, but she drew Igor closer, planting a kiss on his lips.
“Ha…”
A trembling sigh escaped his mouth, and he began to move inside her. His actions were instinctual, filling her being with his love.
He left her little room to catch her breath.
“Ah…!” he moaned.
And so did she. A scream akin to a bursting dam erupted from her petite frame.
“…Why are you… so big… ah…”
She felt the shape of his manhood, its thickness…
Igor had lost all reason, thrusting into her. Each pull and push rocked her like a small boat caught in tumultuous waves. Teetering on the precipice, their harsh breaths filled the room.
In this moment, he was a wild beast consumed by l**t.
“Rihannan.”
He called her name with a passionate tone, sending a shiver down her spine. The point of connection between them tightened. She gazed into his dark eyes, her arms encircling his neck, pulling him closer.
Ironically, she, who had initially expressed a desire to escape, was now holding him captive, preventing his retreat.
“…Igor.”
The sound of her sweet voice uttering his name propelled him to new heights of ecstasy. He grew addicted. Escape was no longer an option.
He kissed her again. Fire seemed to ignite within each of her kisses, melting every fiber of his being.
Rihannan entwined her legs around his waist. The agonizing pain persisted, but with each forceful thrust, something new emerged…
As his manhood rubbed against her, a surge of swelling sensations engulfed her.
“Ah…”
She bit into his nape, her moans muffled. It sent Igor spiraling into the depths of pleasure. He moved harder, faster, deeper.
Her mind turned blank, painted in shades of white.
He neared the edge of release.
And then, he climaxed.
White fluids filled her depths.
“Ha… ha… Rihannan…”
His weight collapsed upon her. Though he was heavy, the rhythmic thumping of their hearts eased her discomfort.
For a while, the room echoed only with their labored breathing. When the intensity subsided, he gingerly withdrew from her, capturing her lips in a final kiss.
It was over.
Drained of energy, she lacked the strength to cover herself with a blanket. Sleep, which would typically take a while to find her, now came swiftly, lulling her into its embrace. Her eyelids grew heavy… and exhaustion claimed her.
Through her fading vision, a hazy figure appeared, gently stroking her head and planting a tender kiss on her forehead.
“Sleep soundly. Sweet dreams, Rihannan.”
As if obeying an order, she descended into a deep slumber.
