Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 280
TL: Elphie / PR: Marm
She thought she could finally see his face.
“I’m sorry. I must have gotten carried away.”
The man apologized to Irene in a pleasant voice. Even while he was doing that, he hadn’t completely removed what he had buried in her.
She wondered if it was because he was so thick and huge. Irene flinched feeling her opening tighten against his girth, even as she had been holding him in for a while now.
She had to tell the man to take it out.
“You like being held from behind, right?”
“What do you… mmmh!”
The man grabbed Irene’s waist and spun her around, too easily.
The pillar tightly attached underneath caressed her sensitive inner walls and folds without mercy.
“Ah, ah…”
Her vision flickered from the sudden onslaught of stimulation.
Irene curled into herself, breathing hard.
As she did, the man’s arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her up.
“Oh!”
Her pale b******s, which were raised up to meet his hips, shook hard.
Plop.
Without warning, he thrust deep inside her.
“…!”
Irene threw her head back and shuddered, unable to even scream at the single thrust.
She heard the man, whose face she still couldn’t see, laughing softly behind her.
“As expected, you like this.”
The man’s hand slid down Irene’s stomach. As if he was checking how far he was buried inside her, he pressed the spot just under her navel.
“Mmnh, ngh…”
Irene couldn’t say anything and only let out a weak moan.
That pole that had been sliding inside her just a moment ago twitched, growing even harder.
Her hands strained their grip as she lay there, helpless against the enormity of what was inside her.
She felt her inner walls tighten at the sharp sensation of that heavy pressure pushing from outside.
“Mmm, mmmh!”
He clutched at Irene’s stomach, his hips moving quickly.
Irene’s silver hair shook messily with every thrust.
It wasn’t just her hair that was shaking. Her b****t bounced beneath her prone body.
They weighed so much that she could feel a sweet pain with each bounce.
“Ah, it hurts…”
She tried to cradle her chest, feeling as if they were growing sore, but the moment she lifted her arms, her body couldn’t hold on and she fell forward face down in a heap.
“Are you okay?”
The man behind her asked, concerned, and quickly wrapped his arms around Irene’s waist to help her up.
Even so, the rough movements that were digging into her didn’t cease.
“You seem to be having a hard time.”
“Uh, yes. Yes, so… please…”
She was about to tell him to stop.
“Let me help you.”
Help her? With what?
As Irene puzzled over this, the man released his hold on her waist and quickly grabbed her b*****s.
“Ah, hmph!”
His rough hand squeezed her b****t. He squeezed so hard that the firm, white flesh of her b****t spilled out between his long fingers.
“H-huh!”
Her body was weak from pleasure. There wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t sensitive, and unfortunately, her chest was one of the most sensitive.
The pain momentarily distracted her from the dull ache below, and she clutched at his hand and shook her head fiercely.
“Let – let go…”
“Weren’t you having a hard time? Let me take care of it for you.”
Blood rushed to Irene’s face at the man’s straightforwardness.
Who on earth was this person?
Not only was he having s*x with her, but he was touching and penetrating her body as if it were his own.
Stranger still, all of it felt so familiar.
It was as if they had been doing this for a very long time.
He moved more roughly. Her swell in his hands seemed to excite him even more.
Irene accepted him from behind, lying face down, with her chest held.
For a moment, she felt ashamed of her animalistic posture, but she was lost in the heat of him as he deeper and murmured in her ear.
And just like that, they breathed heavily and moved in tandem for just a bit more.
Irene, shaking and trapped beneath him, could feel them both steadily building up.
Soon, both she and this man would reach climax.
At first, their breathing was out of sync, but gradually they moved together as if they were one person.
And then, it happened at the very moment they became one.
“Hngh!”
“Ggh!”
Their bodies stopped at the same time.
Warmth poured into her. It overflowed, her narrow confines unable to swallow all of it.
“Ah…”
Her writhing body went limp.
Achingly slow, he pulled himself out of her. Then he laid the limp Irene down on the bed.
With her vision blurred from exhaustion, he saw the man who had been holding her gazing between her spread-open legs.
She still couldn’t see him clearly, but she was certain that there was a look of… satisfaction on his face.
