Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 130
Even in this dungeon, which seemed fit only for monsters, plants from some unknown world grew.
Michael laid out his clothes over the lush grass and placed Irene down on them.
On her slender, pale body, the red marks he had left with his mouth stood out vividly.
Seemingly satisfied at the sight, he reached out to touch the marks he had left.
Among the knights, his hands were rather large. The soft flesh that filled his grasp made him even more pleased.
âHnngh…â
As he tightened his grip, a moan escaped from Ireneâs lips.
Michaelâs face lit up, as if he had just heard the sweetest sound in the world.
Despite the ecstasy on his face, his hands tightened further around her.
âAh…!â
Feeling a bit of pain, Irene twisted her body.
Noticing that she genuinely wanted to pull away, he loosened his grip and backed off slightly.
Irene let out a small sigh of relief, not even realizing she had been holding her breath.
She couldnât understand how things had started, nor how they had come to this point.
The only thing she knew was that the heat of pleasure that had enveloped her had temporarily retreated.
She tried to gather her thoughts and sit up, but suddenly she was lifted off the ground.
Moments later, she realized she was cradled in Michaelâs arms, sitting against his chest.
In that position, she was embraced from behind, his strong arms enveloping her.
It was embarrassing enough just to be held like that, but she quickly noticed that Michael was also completely naked.
She could feel the firm muscles of his chest against her back, and his thick, muscular thighs beneath her bottom and legs.
She had never been this close to another person, skin-to-skin, before.
As she shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust, his arm slid around her waist, pulling her back firmly against him.
â⌅!â
At that moment, she felt something thick and solid pressing up against her thigh.
The ominous sensation made her entire body tense with nervousness.
âDonât be afraid.â
Perhaps sensing her fear, Michael whispered gently in her ear.
âIâll make sure youâre wet enough.â
Then, the hand that had been around her waist slipped between her legs.
The skillful way he moved made Irene wonder.
In this life, he shouldnât have known a womanâs body yet.
So where had he learned this?
Suddenly, she remembered a moment from their past life.
The first day, she had endured the pain, focused solely on purifying him.
The second day, she began to learn to find pleasure within it.
By the third day, it seemed that as the purification progressed, Michael had realized that the more aroused she was, the more stable he felt.
From that point on, his clumsy attempts to please her had begun.
For a holy knight, his hands were awkward and unskilled when it came to touching a womanâs body.
But that awkwardness had only lasted a short while.
Perhaps because he was a knight, he quickly grew adept at using his hands.
The once uncertain fingers soon found her most sensitive spots.
She had struggled in the waves of pleasure his persistence brought, unable to resist.
But now, in this moment, his hands moved confidently, knowing exactly where to touch.
âAh, h-how…!â
She tried to ask how he knew this, but her words were swallowed by his lips.
Her body, still trembling from the peak she had reached by the lake, was too weak to resist the fingers now slipping into her secret folds.
If he had simply tried to enter her, she might have pushed him away, but his other hand was busy, rubbing and teasing the red marks he had left on her b****t.
The combined sensation from above and below quickly reignited her senses.
His long fingers slipped inside her, pressing deep.
It was the same sensitive spot he had discovered in their past life.
He reached it immediately and began to wiggle his fingers, rubbing it firmly.
âHaa, aaah! Ah, ah!â
That alone was enough to make Ireneâs mind go blank.
Her mouth fell open, and her vision blurred, as though the world was slipping away.
All that remained was the sensation of Michaelâs fingers stirring inside her.
âAh, hnn… mmngh…!â
Overwhelmed by the fast-rising pleasure, Irene shook her head frantically. She didnât even know if she wanted him to stop or to keep going.
Her body, trembling with his movements, soon convulsed, then went limp once more.
She had reached her peak again.
Barely catching her breath, Michael laid her down on the grass.
He gently spread her smooth thighs apart.
Her wet, glistening folds made a lewd, sticky sound as they parted, revealing her most intimate place to him.
Michael smiled with satisfaction and said,
âIt seems youâre wet enough now.â
