Chapter 5: The Empress’s First Night

Chapter 5

“Ah, ah, aah!”

A thick member forced its way in, threatening to tear through the winding path. Each time the glans prodded the curved depths, digging deeper, a scream tore from her throat, born of searing heat and agony.

“I-ick!” The words, ‘This damn man,’ caught in her throat, breaking off after the initial ‘Th-.’

‘He had promised to be considerate, yet he had thrust so deeply in one go; it was unbelievable. Her face contorted, and the pain was so intense that tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.’

‘The sensation of being utterly pierced through in a single thrust… was terrifying. Her breath hitched, every nerve in her body fixated on the feeling of being completely filled below, her nether regions tingling. The dull ache from her widely spread pelvis had long since vanished from her awareness.’

“Krhm…”

Clenching Erich’s forearm fiercely as he leaned over her was not an act of retaliation, but a desperate struggle. The moment her closed opening was breached, she couldn’t endure the torrent of pain and instinctively clung to his body.

Her thin fingernails left angry, reddish marks on his pale forearm. Where she gripped him tightly, the skin had blanched white from the lack of blood, but around it, long, furious streaks appeared, as if clawed by a wild beast.

“Ah… Uh, hhh.”

“Bear with it,” he murmured. “The pain is only at first.”

“Y-yes… Aah, hhh, ah…!”

‘The retort she was about to utter, ‘What do you know?’ was abruptly cut off at its first syllable, transforming into a surprisingly submissive response.’

“You’ll like it soon enough,” he drawled. “You have a knack for this.”

Erich’s words, in fact, rang true.

‘A sarcastic retort welled up within her, scoffing at how easily he spoke without truly knowing the sensation of being penetrated, yet once he was fully inside, the intense pain didn’t linger.’

‘The initial penetration, forcing its way into such a constricted space, was an agony that felt as if her body were splitting apart. A fierce heat and a stinging numbness, akin to a badly administered injection, simultaneously overwhelmed her.’

‘The lingering pain still hadn’t fully receded, causing her eyelids to tremble involuntarily.’

“Uh, hhh.” Yet, gradually, the sensation was beginning to improve.

‘Once he was fully embedded, the pain didn’t worsen, and the sensation of his large member nestled deep within her even began to feel strangely comforting.’

‘Erich’s approach to women, while undeniably rough, was far from unskilled. He didn’t even attempt to dislodge Evening’s hands, which, by gripping his forearm so tightly, had dared to leave marks on the Emperor’s very body.’

He permitted Evening to cling to him, all the while deftly moving his hips.

“Ah, ah, ah, ha, hhh.”

Erich, with his back arched, braced himself firmly on the bed with his knees, his movements confined solely to below his navel. Her legs, draped over his thighs, trembled and quivered with each upward thrust.

“Uh, uhn.” He wasn’t even thrusting with great force, yet something soft and burgeoning seemed to be blossoming within her chest.

‘Pleasure surged through her with surprising speed. Her gaze softened, as if the piercing pain she had endured moments ago were a distant, ancient memory.’

‘With every movement of their perfectly conjoined bodies, a pleasantly sharp, tingling sensation of arousal rippled through her.’

‘It was neither painful nor excessively fervent. With each of his movements, pleasure washed over her, a perfect wave breaking in precisely the right places.’

“Your reaction is quite good,” Erich scoffed, observing Evening’s softened features. “It was worth rushing our wedding night.” Even in her dazed state, she didn’t miss the glimmer of triumph that flickered in his otherwise disdainful expression.

“Yes, good… I like it.”

“Ha.”

“It’s a strange feeling, but… uhn, I like it.”

‘Unable to keep her mouth shut, soft moans seeped between her words. Evening swayed with Erich’s movements, emitting gentle, yielding sounds.’

‘As if her yielding responses displeased him, Erich continued to scoff, a faint sneer playing on his lips.’

‘Perhaps it was his nature not to fully relish the submission of a rival, even after proposing to one, for his brow would furrow with a faint frown whenever Evening let out a cute, soft whimper.’

Erich slowly lowered his arched back, drawing so close that Evening had the fleeting illusion his silver-tinged white hair was swaying directly before her face.

“Do you like it?”

“Y-yes, yes, uhn.” Evening nodded frantically, her tongue threatening to slip out between her parted lips.

“To give in so quickly, you must be quite frivolous,” he observed, “or perhaps you harbor rather depraved tastes.”

‘She harbored no such depraved tastes. She had no predilection for reveling in pain, nor for delighting in inflicting it. This current degree of gentle restraint and pressure was, at this moment, the absolute best she could enjoy.’

Having uttered those baffling words, Erich seized Evening’s lips, almost biting them as he claimed her mouth.

His lips, having touched hers twice, then thrice, gradually descended. Brushing past her collarbone, they nipped at the very center of her breast.

“Ti-tickles—”

Erich’s mouth, having given a sharp nip to the flat expanse of her chest, then began to tickle her skin. As he moved, still intimately joined below, and licked her skin with his tongue, her five senses felt heightened, far more sensitive than usual.

Erich, licking his lips, took her swelling breast into his mouth. His wet tongue pressed against her areola and nipple.

‘Her brow furrowed involuntarily at the unfamiliar sensation, yet she found she didn’t dislike it. It was a ticklish, tantalizing feeling, as if her inner thighs were being gently caressed.’

“Haang, ah!” Erich, having thrust his hips completely, then forcefully sucked at the peak of her breast. When he finally pulled away, a rough, red mark, like an angry insect bite, remained.

Leaving a similar mark on her other breast, Erich finally lifted his head. Having ravenously devoured her, he flicked out his tongue and licked his thumb.

“It’s quite peculiar, isn’t it?” he remarked. “We haven’t even managed a proper conversation, yet I’m already hearing your moans.”

‘Because he hadn’t relentlessly driven into her, Erich’s voice remained unruffled. Yet, his steady, persistent thrusts inside accumulated a pleasure that Evening could no longer bear, causing her toes to curl involuntarily.’

“Ah, uhn.” Evening closed her eyes, whimpering with ragged breaths. She was too utterly consumed for Erich’s constant provocations and taunts to penetrate her dazed mind.

‘Regardless, it felt good. Good that a man of such striking handsomeness, a sight rarely encountered, was pressed so intimately against her. Good that her lower abdomen tightened with a delicious ache each time he drove his lower body upward.’

‘While a part of her felt a pang of indignation at having seemingly surrendered so easily, she was also purely and genuinely delighted by the exquisite sensations.’

‘He was determined not to yield even an inch against Evening, but his personal agenda held no bearing for her whatsoever.’

‘He was, after all, the man she was destined to marry. The better their physical compatibility, the better, for if this unwanted marriage had also brought dismal nights, she would have been utterly despondent.’

Evening lifted the hand that had been clutching the edge of the blanket and tentatively caressed Erich’s cheek.

Her slender fingertips dared not grasp the Emperor’s face, merely brushing past it in a fleeting touch.

The moment her fingertips grazed his cheek, Erich’s refined skin subtly furrowed.

Frowning with clear displeasure, he let out a moist sigh.

‘At this moment, Erich’s expression held none of the bravado of a man determined to break a woman he disliked. Instead, it was the slightly flushed face of someone confused, displeased by something he couldn’t quite pinpoint, all while his skin and mucous membranes remained intimately pressed together.’

He braced himself firmly on Evening’s knees and released the cum that had pooled within his body.

The sensation of fluids gushing forth was novel. Perhaps because her depths were so full, she even had the illusion that the ejaculated semen was overflowing.

Evening let out soft, ragged breaths, tilting her head slightly. As the stiffness in her neck and shoulders, held taut from exertion, finally released, she found it difficult to hold her head steady.

The lingering afterglow of pleasure persisted, gradually lulling her towards sleep.

Erich’s warmth, skin pressed against skin, was pleasantly comforting.

“How does it feel to be Empress?”

Erich withdrew his member from Evening’s body and glanced down at her widely splayed legs.

Between her pale thighs, untouched by other hands or sunlight, the neat, rosy flesh drew his gaze. A trickle of whitish semen gently flowed out from between them.

Evening, with closed eyes, merely gave a slight nod.

“Answer properly—”

Erich’s hand, which had gripped Evening’s carelessly splayed thigh, stopped mid-sentence.

Evening, too exhausted to even open her mouth, was making soft, ragged breaths as if she had fallen asleep.

Whether it was an act or not, she certainly seemed to lack the strength to speak further.

“Hmph.”

His passion cooled, Erich released Evening’s legs with a light, almost dismissive toss.

He lay down beside her, where she had collapsed into sleep, and placed a hand on her delicate body.

His large hand slowly stroked her, from just below her breast down to her navel, further down, and finally to the very bottom of her groin.

Her soft, supple skin, now slightly sticky with sweat from their intimate contact, was being inconveniently kneaded, enough to elicit a complaint if she were awake. Evening, half-asleep, twitched.

Just as a scoff was about to escape him, Evening turned over and subtly clung to him.

“Uhn…”

Evening, her long hair disheveled, mumbled like a child.

Erich, startled despite himself, withdrew his hand. He couldn’t keep stroking her indefinitely.

He pulled the blanket, which had rolled near their ankles, over both Evening and himself.

Evening’s eyebrows, which had been subtly trembling from the chill, now settled.