Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 133
Irene couldn’t even scream as she had to accept the overwhelming intensity all on her own.
Tears formed again at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to catch her breath multiple times.
“Why… h-how in one go…?”
Her gaze, filled with reproach, looked up at Michael above her.
Michael, with a genuinely apologetic expression, planted soft kisses all over Irene’s face.
“I thought it would be better if you took it all at once.”
With those words, he adjusted himself slightly, his grip tightening.
“Mngh!”
Just that small movement made Irene’s body flinch and jolt.
Michael, as he had been from the beginning, never rushed.
This only made it harder for Irene.
He was slowly awakening Irene’s body at an unhurried pace.
At first, even the sound of his breathing caused her to let out strained sounds, but as Michael gradually increased the rhythm, faint moans began to intermingle with her breaths.
The pillar inside her moved in a slow pattern of advance and retreat.
In doing so, he grazed against the folds of her inner walls.
“Haa… uh!”
The pillar pulled back even further before pushing forward again, repeating the motion.
Thud, thud.
With each deep movement of his hips, Irene felt an illusion as if what was inside her was reaching all the way to her throat.
How long had she been holding on?
Now, the pain had completely disappeared, leaving only a growing heat in its place.
Seeing that she no longer seemed overwhelmed, Michael’s movements became rougher.
With each slap of their bodies meeting, the traces left behind created a white foam.
The pillar that had been scraping inside her suddenly paused its movements, then grew even larger.
Unintentionally, Irene wrapped her legs around Michael’s waist, pulling him in more deeply.
In that moment, unable to gather her thoughts, she felt his heated breath fall across her face.
“Irene… Irene…”
Calling her name over and over, he pushed what was already deep inside even further in.
His pillar swelled to its limit, reaching the place that should have been off-limits, and began spilling its warmth into her narrow space.
“Ahnngh…!”
At the same time, Irene reached her peak once more.
Michael continued to drive forward several times, thrusting his hips deeper.
Each time, the area where they met produced a soft, obscene sound.
After a long time, having poured out all of his pent-up desire, Michael slowly withdrew himself.
As he did, the traces of what he had left inside began to leak out, trickling down.
Michael observed the spot he had just withdrawn from.
Perhaps it was due to the long time she had held something so large…
The traces he had poured inside flowed out visibly from Irene’s still slightly parted entrance.
“Haa…”
Watching the scene, Michael lifted Irene’s legs over his shoulder once more.
Seeing this, Irene, who had been feeling a slight sense of relief, suddenly turned pale.
“Michael?”
“I’m sorry.”
With those words, he steadied himself, holding himself in his hand.
What had briefly lost its strength soon regained its firmness.
Seeing this, Irene’s eyes widened in shock.
“Why… h-how…”
“You made me this way.”
Michael positioned himself once again, directing himself toward the place where a faint trace still trickled out.
“So, please, take responsibility until the end.”
The knight’s eyes, clouded with desire, glinted dangerously.
