It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 89
As Lionel’s gaze lingered on my slightly parted lips, he slowly pushed his tongue into my mouth.
Already struggling to catch my breath, I instinctively sucked on his tongue when he suddenly sealed my lips shut.
Pressing his body closer, he buried himself into me as deeply as possible, grinding and pressing insistently against the most sensitive parts inside me.
Even when he had been rough before, it had been bearable—but this time, the overwhelming pleasure surpassed my limits. My vision blurred with tears as my body clenched involuntarily.
I could feel the way my inner walls gripped around him without my control, and in response, Lionel only drove himself in harder, pounding into me relentlessly.
At some point, a sensation startlingly similar to the urge to release overtook me. Desperate to hold back, I tensed my entire body, but the feeling only intensified, taking over completely.
My lower abdomen trembled violently, my thighs shook, and my toes curled as wave after wave of sensation washed over me, darkening and whitening my vision in turns.
“Hngh…!”
And then… release.
My entire body convulsed as an uncontrollable climax ripped through me.
The sudden pressure from within me must have been too much, because Lionel groaned, his voice deep and ragged, as he began spilling inside me.
He let out an almost animalistic sound, his body trembling as he gave a final shallow thrust, ensuring that not a single drop was wasted.
Even after what felt like forever, he finally pulled out, moving agonizingly slow.
The sensation of being emptied left an unsettling chill in my body. My overly sensitive walls clenched and pulsed from the aftershocks, making my body twitch involuntarily.
Completely spent and drenched in sweat, I still found myself smiling.
I had survived my first night with Lionel.
As Lionel’s gaze dropped to where our bodies had been joined, his eyes darkened. A thick, milky liquid dripped down between my legs, a visible mark of what had just transpired.
His eyes then returned to my face.
“Serenia, do you think you can you use divine healing?”
“Huh? Are you hurt somewhere?”
Had he been injured earlier when he fought Vaikal? I hadn’t noticed any bleeding…
I tried to sit up, but the unexpected sharp pain below made me flinch.
“Not me.”
It took me a moment to understand what he meant.
“…Oh.”
He let out a quiet sigh.
“I’m sorry. I must have been too rough.”
Well.
It wasn’t just that we were both inexperienced, though that certainly played a part. But the real problem was… Lionel’s size… It was something very close to being a weapon.
And honestly, while it had been painful enough to bring tears to my eyes at first, hadn’t it turned into something far more pleasurable by the end?
“It’s fine. I heard it’s always like this the first time.”
Smiling, I activated a basic healing spell on myself.
Part of why I had insisted on going through with it despite the pain was because I knew I could heal myself afterward.
As expected, the soreness faded almost instantly, leaving my body feeling light again.
Lionel, who had been quietly watching me, reached out and lightly brushed his fingers over the divine mark on my lower abdomen.
“Does anyone else know about this?”
“No. Not even the people at the monastery.”
A divine mark was proof of God’s favor. The moment it was revealed, any hope of living a quiet life would be lost.
Fortunately, mine had appeared in a place that was easy to hide, and as long as I didn’t use my divine power, it remained unseen.
Now, Lionel knew.
But he was on my side.
“…The gods may not be pleased.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Because I was the one to claim you.”
As the mark flickered and faded, as the divine power dispersed, he gazed at it for a moment before pressing his palm over my abdomen.
“You’ve chosen the one person the gods would disapprove of most. You’re in trouble now.”
