Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 251

Knights who faced Michael often bowed their heads in admiration and awe at the sight of his body, which was incomparably stronger than their own.

His body, not just naturally gifted but also extremely trained, never tired and showed no hesitation.

Even now, his body, praised by people, was still moving even at this moment.

“Ah…!”

The hard pillar that had entered deeply in one thrust slowly stirred inside her.

The narrow insides were stretched tight, and a pleasure so intense it felt as if it would burn her brain washed over Irene.

Michael’s lower half, which had entered this place countless times, moved skillfully, as if it knew her body better than its own owner.

It was only natural for it to be difficult since he had suddenly entered when the entrance hadn’t been stretched yet, but her own lower half, which had not had a single dry day since leaving the fortress, accepted him as if it had been waiting.

With squelching sounds, an unidentified liquid flowed from where they were joined.

The bodily fluids, a mix of clear and milky substances, moistened the intertwined hairs, creating a lewd mixture.

Even with just a slight shake of Michael’s hips, Irene floundered helplessly in the swamp of pleasure.

He fearfully targeted only Irene’s weakest spots.

Because of that, it wasn’t long before Irene had to face her first climax.

Afterward, it would have been natural to take a short pause before moving again.

But Michael’s lower half seemed as if it had never subsided, regaining strength immediately.

Because of that, Irene, unable to even catch her breath, had to be swayed again by his movements.

“Haa, ah, ngh!”

Every time he moved, a sharp moan escaped her.

Even as she struggled, her voice was completely melted by the pleasure Michael provided.

Michael’s vigorously moving body paused, and the sunken muscles of his b******s twitched.

“Ugh, ngh…”

At the same time, Irene felt something warm spreading deep inside her.

And as she reached another climax at that very moment, she trembled, clutching the unknown soft grass beneath her, unable to even breathe properly.

Shortly after, what Irene had not been able to swallow completely flowed out from where they were joined.

It left a white mark on the purple grass.

However, the area was already a mess from what had flowed out before, and the newly added mark soon blended into the previous ones, becoming indistinguishable.

“Michael… stop…”

Irene, gasping for breath with difficulty, pleaded with Michael in a weak, trembling voice.

Normally, he would have pulled away the moment she let out even the slightest sound of pain.

But not today.

The Michael she had known and the Michael now on top of her felt like two different people—he relentlessly continued moving, indulging in his own desires.

Perhaps she resented him for not flinching even at her pleas.

Irene struggled to lift her hand and hit his chest with her incompletely clenched fist.

On his chest, there were a few red marks left by Irene, who had struggled and tried to push him away from the beginning.

Among them were long fingernail marks, still tinged with drops of blood.

They were marks left by Irene when she could not endure the overwhelming pleasure as he struck the deepest part of her.

Yet, when she had left those marks, Michael had not stopped—on the contrary, his smile had only deepened.

As if anything Irene left on him brought him joy.

At Irene’s movements, what still remained inside her hardened again.

Feeling the shift within her, Irene was horrified and shook her head.

“No, no… this… why again…”

Just as she was about to tell him to stop, Michael covered her lips with his own.

The voice she had tried to push him away with was completely swallowed by him.

As if he could not bear to miss even a single breath of hers, he pressed their lips together firmly and began moving his hips again.

A filthy, obscene noise echoed through the dungeon.

Then, just as Irene’s breath caught in her throat and she was about to lose consciousness, he noticed and pulled away.

“Haaah!”

The moment he moved away, Irene gasped desperately for air. But because she inhaled too quickly, a harsh, choking cough burst out.

Still buried inside her, Michael patted her violently trembling back with a look of regret.

Irene coughed for a long time before her body finally went limp.

Perhaps because she had been unable to breathe properly for too long, her mind was dazed, leaving her unable to think of anything.

Of course, the fact that Michael, still inside her, had no intention of withdrawing was also a problem.