Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 279
TL: Elphie / PR: Marm
Irene gasped, her breath hitching.
In her dream, she was in a dungeon.
That, in itself, was nothing unusualāafter all, dungeon subjugations had long since become a part of her daily life.
But she wasnāt alone.
āHahā¦ nghā¦ā
Her breath trembled as it left her lips. Her body felt impossibly heavy, like a soaked piece of cotton, too sluggish to even lift a single finger.
All she could do was breathe, shallow and uneven.
Someone was holding herāa presence so massive it enveloped her completely.
Just from the contact alone, she could tellāthis body pressing against hers belonged to someone honed through relentless training, carved into unyielding strength.
āAhā¦!ā
The figure above her shifted, muscles tensing as they pressed her further into the unyielding surface below.
With just that, Ireneās entire body was engulfed in a crushing sense of pressure.
Her full, supple b*****s were pressed and flattened against the manās hard, unyielding chest, squeezed between their bodies.
The hardened peaks, swollen with heat, rubbed against his skināsliding, grazing, pressingāigniting a friction that sent jolts of sensation arching up her spine.
āAh, ngh!ā
Each time their bodies shifted, a sharp, electric pleasure coursed through her.
Was he feeling it too? The pleasure of their feverish friction?
The answer came in the way his muscles tensed, exerting just a little more forceāunyielding, overwhelming, like being trapped beneath a boulder.
And yet, Irene knew that the man above her was holding himself back.
If he moved without restraint, if he pressed down without care, his sheer weight and power would crush her beneath him.
But he didnāt.
Instead, those steel-like muscles coiled around her just enough to surround her, enough to make her shudder in anticipation.
There was an unmistakable skill in the way he handled her, a quiet control in the way he let the pressure build without overwhelming her completely.
Ireneās hands moved almost instinctively, reaching up, wrapping around his neck. She pulled him closer in a silent plea to go further.
As if he understood, the man holding her slowly began to thrust his hips.
āMnngh!ā
At that moment, something hard and slow pierced deep inside her stomach. Irene tilted her head and shuddered.
āAh, ahh!ā
Irene trembled helplessly with each movement. A lewd sound kept coming from between their tangled legs.
Schlick. Schlick. Every time the man moved, it felt wetter beneath her.
She should have been questioning this, resisting it, but instead, she found herself melting further into the embrace of this stranger in a dungeon.
āSlowlyā¦JāJust a little moreā¦ā
Incredibly, her mouth was clinging to his, begging for more.
She wondered if he was turned on by how much she wanted it. The thing that had been poking inside her became harder and went deeper.
āAh, hah, haah!ā
Irene shuddered, electrified by the deeping penetration as she begged for more.
But the man didnāt seem to notice her struggling and continued thrusting against her.
The heavy column of flesh pounded beneath her. Her inner thighs shivered with each thrust.
The sensation of being pierced where she shouldn’t be. Irene couldn’t think straight.
He was relentless. He slid in and out, realizing that every shudder from her was her liking it in that place.
āAh, ah, ah!ā
Each time, Ireneās eyes went white.
It was clearly painful, but the pain quickly turned into pleasure.
The man kept moving his hips, poking and prodding in all the right places.
āAh, uh, huh, nnh!ā
A series of short, uncontrollable moans escaped her lips, and every time he moved, it felt like sparks were exploding in her head.
All the while, Irene felt something building inside her. Her mind was in a daze, her senses heightened.
āIrene.ā
The man whispered her name in her ear.
It aroused her more than any caress.
Warmth spread throughout her as her body tensed.
āMmmā¦ā
She seemed to have frozen with tension, holding on tightly to him who was deep inside her.
The man stopped moving for a moment, letting out a short moan.
āWho is this man?ā
Only then did Irene wonder who this person was.
Who was he, who was moving in and out of her so skillfully, so familiarly? Briefly coming to her senses, Irene tried to push away this man who was holding her.
She needed to see his face.
Did he understand Ireneās intention? The man pulled his waist back.
The heavy thing that had been buried deep inside her slowly emerged.
The pink pillar with veins bulged out and glistened with the juices she had shed.
