A Tale Of One Lady And Two Men - Chapter 9

Thinking that Asheel’s actions were just to humiliate her, her knees weakened immediately the moment his lips covered her tender flesh.

Nadia trembled as she recalled the shameful fluids that came out of her last night, but it wasn’t trickling down this time—this was because Asheel was drinking it without hesitation. At this, she panicked.

With shaky knees, she twisted her torso slightly so she could reach behind her, using one hand to push his head away, but Asheel wouldn’t budge. Rather, her movement only caused the hem of her dress to cover his head.

“Aah, uhngh, heuup…”

Nadia bit her lips, desperately blocking her moans from leaking out to no avail.

And then the situation she was worried about came—there was a knock on the door.

Nadia hoped she heard it wrongly, however, no matter how much she begged, Asheel’s ministrations under her wouldn’t stop, and it didn’t seem like the knocking sound was an illusion.

She forced herself to stand up straight while pushing Asheel away in case someone would barge in. However, just pushing him away while his head was still under her skirt was impossible.

Then, as he pulled himself up suddenly, startling her, he wiped the tears from Nadia’s cheeks and fixed the skirt of her dress. He crouched down behind her suddenly and barely hid himself under her skirt.

Nadia then looked at the person who came into the room.

It was a young servant who Nadia had seen at the banquet. Her heart was about to leap from his chest.

It was impossible to hide himself entirely behind the volume of her dress. Nadia wanted to faint just thinking that she had been caught like this—so obviously looking like there was a man under her skirt right now.

But thankfully, there was a couch blocking the servant’s line of sight.

“Did I tell you to come in?”

There was a third person now in the room, but Nadia could feel a hand grabbing her thigh. And she was so distracted by the sensation of a hot breath over her behind.

No one should have seen this. It was so easy to guess what had happened here, and if the person who had come in had happened to be the Marquis… Nadia felt a chill running down her spine.

It was common for aristocrats to have lovers even after they’d married, but it was never an act that was done so openly. And it was done only after the married couple was done fulfilling their marital obligations, such as birthing successors.

Her wedding was just yesterday. If she was caught doing something like this, it would be difficult to avoid divorce, whether or not someone intervened. The young servant, who met Nadia’s gaze, bowed her head in embarrassment.

“I deeply apologize! I thought that there was no one inside…”

Just by not having to meet the servant’s gaze, Nadia felt that she could breathe a little. But— Asheel bit her plump buttocks as though mocking her for feeling relieved for a moment.

Nadia almost screamed. Tears formed around her eyes as he dug a finger into her still tingling entrance.

It was clear that this man was crazy. She wanted to kick him, but she didn’t want to provoke him further, seeing as he currently hadn’t moved to announce his presence in front of the other person. If he changed his mind and stood up to expose his face… What would happen next?

The fact that she felt the need to be grateful for him not doing the worst was terrible.

Nadia desperately stopped her anguished voice from leaking out. For now, her only wish was to kick the servant out as soon as possible.

Of course, what she wanted the most was to kick Asheel off her and run out herself, but the situation wouldn’t allow that. She had to be satisfied with not facing the worst.

“What do you want?”

“Ah! You’re the Marchioness of Elantz, correct? The Marquis has requested you to come to the banquet hall.”

The servant quickly got over being flustered and spoke in a polite manner, as if this was how he was trained. The finger, which was persistently pushing into her inner walls, retreated faster than she expected.

Nadia felt relieved, and she replied quickly, hoping that her nervousness wasn’t obvious.

“Tell him that I won’t be late.”

“I understand.”

When the servant closed the door after saying this, the tension that had tightly wound over Nadia’s whole body disappeared in an instant. Nadia hurriedly rolled up her skirt and found Asheel’s face.

She tried to back away to widen the distance between them, but she couldn’t move at all when his hand clenched her thigh again, perhaps noticing what she wanted to do. Nadia tried to remove his hand.

“Didn’t you h-hear? I’ll pretend this didn’t happen, so just— just stop. I need to go.”

“I’m not done with you yet.”

He stood up and instantly stuck close to her. She didn’t know when it was that he undid his pants, but she could feel something stiff poking at her. Asheel held her waist and lifted her slightly, making her stand on her tiptoes.

Even before Nadia could stop him, his manhood rubbed over her wet entrance.

She could feel the bitter pain of his intrusion, and Nadia tried to stop him further but couldn’t finish all that she had to say.

“If—If you do this, you won’t be s-safe either. A knight, a knight will… agh!”

His relentless body that wouldn’t budge couldn’t be pushed away at all. Rather, he just thrusted into her without any hesitation as though he didn’t care.

A sensation of heat slowly rose within her as she felt her inner walls being invaded by a swollen member—it was all too intense, she couldn’t relax her body.

She whispered constantly ‘no, no, you can’t,’ but it was like she was talking to a wall. He didn’t listen to her at all.

“Ahngh, Asheel, it hurts!”

“…Now you’re calling my name.”

Asheel pushed into her more, pressing his lower body against her hips, anxious to go in further.

Nadia breathed roughly, feeling like her insides were absolutely full. Fear flashed through her as she thought that she might burst.

But Asheel’s hand reached down to gently press down over her lower abdomen. She could feel pleasure coming as he pressed down. Nadia couldn’t stand it any longer.

She tried to push off Asheel’s hand, sobbing as she struggled.

“Don’t… I h-hate it, uhk… Don’t press…”

He began to move little by little. The shallow movement of his manhood being thrusted in and out stimulated her insides—but Nadia was terrified, feeling like she was losing control over her body.

Why was he doing this? She didn’t want to… She hated it… But she could feel goosebumps rising over her skin. She was so frustrated that she didn’t know what to do, but even as she stayed still, she couldn’t think of any way to escape.

Nadia’s body also shook as he rocked his hips over hers, and she closed her eyes because she felt dizzy. She gave up trying to remove Asheel’s hand and instead covered her own mouth.

The sensation became more intense as she closed her eyes. The man’s length rushed into her even faster, and a sweet burst of pleasure made her back shudder like lightning had passed through every time he rubbed that one spot.

The skirt of her dress cascaded over her legs. She was still on her tiptoes because of the arm that was on her waist, lifting her slightly.

Nadia opened her eyes again. Beyond her tear-stricken eyes, she couldn’t see the red wallpaper engraved with golden grapevine patterns anymore. She bit her lips tightly as she tried to think about something else.

She wondered how long it had been since she came into this room, or whether her hair had already been ruined.

She had to think about something else constantly.

Otherwise, she felt like she could be swept away by the rough breathing near her ear, or by the musk that swirled over her head, or by the roving touch that stroked her back, pulled down her dress, kneaded her breasts…

“Haa, haa, I keep… regretting it.”

He leaned down and placed his lips over her nape. She was surprised by this and flinched away, but he quickly held her closer.

“I should have told you… before I had let you go…”

And then, where the Marquis had left a series of his own marks, Asheel bit down hard. At this, Nadia reached her climax with a scream-like moan.

Her legs trembled and she was so exhausted that she wanted to collapse right then, but Asheel, who grabbed her waist and supported her weight, didn’t let her.

The squelching sound of their matching groins was enough to make her faint in shame.

Then, the movement of his hips became even more intense, moving faster and faster. The sensation that this brought pushed her over the edge, seeing as she was so sensitive after just having reached her peak.

Nadia’s breaths were ragged, as if she had just sprinted. She tried again to struggle out of his arms, but it was futile.

When she thought she couldn’t hold out any longer, his body stiffened and soon, something inside her exploded. A thick liquid burst deep inside her and leaked out.

The white fluids trickled between her legs, down her thighs, mixing with her own bodily fluids. After the intense climax, Nadia collapsed, trembling.

He supported her up like she was a child and, with an expressionless face, arranged her dress, covered her chest, and spread out the skirt that had been bunched up on her waist.

Nadia wanted to push off his hand as hard as she could, but as she breathed hard, it made her feel like she was going to faint.

She still had to attend the evening banquet. It was her wedding celebration. She couldn’t be absent from it because she was the star of the occasion.

She wouldn’t be able to greet the guests in this state, or even think about dancing, but she also knew that she had no choice. And so, she arranged her clothes with trembling hands.

Her tears refused to stop.