Chapter 18
She ate it because she thought he would make a cruel face again if she didn’t eat it, but on the other hand, Diana was filled with thoughts about whether it was really okay to do this.
It was something I couldn’t explain, the feeling of being locked in his bedroom and eating the fatty and sweet food he gave me all the time. I had become so corrupt that the day I was called before God, I felt as if I would fall into fire and brimstone.
“Oh, this too.”
Next was a pie topped with custard cream. As the sweet-smelling cream entered her mouth, Diana sucked every last bit of it. Without a break, Edmund cut the cake filled with whipped cream again and thrust it at Diana.
“Ed… mund too..”
Diana gasped as she offered dessert.
“Well, I’ve already eaten.”
“… … .”
He smiled faintly and lowered the hand that wasn’t holding the fork down to explore Diana’s vagina. Buried between the red, moist vagina was none other than his penis.
He pushed the protruding member between her legs and began to thrust inside her little by little. He said he would just put it in, but of course he had no intention of doing so.
“Don’t stab me… Haha.”
“You moved it, Diana.”
He shamelessly lied and grabbed her soft chest, which he had been caressing the entire time he was feeding her dessert.
“You like it when I scratch here, don’t you?”
As he raised his nails and scratched the top of her chest, the body held by him bounced. As a result, whipped cream dripped from the cake in his hand.
The white cream flowed down Diana’s pale chest mound and to the joint, that was connecting it with her.
“… … .”
Diana took a deep breath as the whipped cream passed by, stimulating a strange sensation. The whipped cream stuck to her pubic hair and it looked quite erotic. He must have been thinking the same thing, as she felt the thing inside her swell greatly.
“Gee, I think we have to clean it.”
In an instant, a cold voice settled in my ears. Before I could do anything, what was stuck underneath was pulled out.
Diana, lying on a cream-soaked sheet, saw a man with his legs wide open. He swiped the whipped cream on his hand and generously spread the remainder on her clitoris.
“… … .”
While Diana was shocked, he buried his face between her legs without hesitation.
“Ahh… … .”
Her body, consumed by excessive pleasure, immediately bounced back and reacted. The cream that had melted softly upon contact with his body temperature mixed with her love juice and soaked the sheets.
“Stop, that… .”
He raised his head only after licking Diana’s lower body cleanly as if he didn’t care.
“Because I cleaned it….”
“… … .”
“Now it’s your turn.”
As if he wanted to get something in return for serving her so carefully, he raised his hand, covered in whipped cream and love juice, and stroked it to his dick as if it were natural.
“Suck it, suck everything.”
He spread his legs wide and gestured at Diana as if telling her what she should do. The penis, nodding as if alive, was as big as ever whenever she saw it.
I could already see the liquid condensing at the tip of the penis, glistening and pooling neatly at the tip of the glans.
“Cleanse it with your mouth.”
Even with his lower half exposed, his face was aloof and calm, as if he were a priest.
Every time Diana witnessed that gap, she would often wonder if there were two Edmunds, if the twins were deliberately playing a trick on her.
“Should I fuck you?”
Diana flinched at the low, harmonic voice and came back to reality.
The act of biting and sucking his things to clean them.
It was something I had already done to the point of making my mouth water, but it was something I could never get used to.
Diana bowed down without hesitation. From her experience, it was no good in making him wait. She would eventually do it. It was just a matter of whether she would catch him and bite what was his, or he would bury her head first.
“hmm… … .”
Diana knelt down in front of him again and looked up at him. The expressionless look on his face made her shiver slightly.
I reached out and held the large, swollen thing in my hand. It was so big and hard that I couldn’t believe it was part of his body. I couldn’t believe that my body had accepted it.
He began to slowly move up and down what she could barely hold his thing in both her hands.
What she thought was already fully inflated grew even bigger in her hands. As I gently caressed the hollow tip of his glans, the Cooper fluid was sticky around her fingertips.
Edmund’s eyes narrowed as she gently stroked the pillar with its protruding veins. His face was not satisfied with that.
“… … .”
Diana gulped as his size grew to the point where she was scared just by looking at it.
“How long are you going to keep shaking it?”
There was another soft urging. Diana carefully took hold of what she had been writing with her hands and began to put it into her mouth little by little.
As he had taught me, I lifted my tongue and swept the concave part at the tip of the shaft, then extended my tongue and licked the veiny pillar. As I licked the spot covered in whipped cream, a sweet taste spread through my mouth.
Edmund groaned, throwing his head back, then suddenly grabbed her and pinned her down beneath him.
“Diana.”
“… … .”
Terrified green eyes turned to him. The area around her mouth was full of marks covered in whipped cream. Edmund’s eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked down, and then he stuck out his tongue and licked Diana’s lips.
“I want to eat too.”
Diana took a deep breath and accepted him.
* * *
“… … .”
When I opened my eyes, I was in the bedroom as usual. Time had flown by again, without me even knowing how many days had passed.
The bedroom, with its bed supported by huge pillars, soft carpet, sofa, bed bench, and table, was too big for one or two people.
It was now a familiar space and scenery. She was surprised and disillusioned by the fact that the bedroom she had locked herself in had now become a rather intimate sight. She was no longer surprised when she opened her eyes.
The place Edmund had been filling was empty. He held her all night, driving her to the point of fainting before he let her go.
As I sat up, the bed sheets slid down over my bare chest.
I could see the marks that Edmund had left last night blooming brightly on my white skin. He had put a lot of effort into leaving his mark on her body.
Diana stared blankly at the marks carved onto her chest for a while. She tried to guess how long she had been imprisoned here, looking at the slightly faded marks mixed with the darker ones. But soon she gave up. She wondered what the meaning of it was.
Diana reached out and put on the negligee that was lying by her bedside. Her clothes were made of very thin silk, a translucent material that gave a subtle reflection of Diana’s slender, voluptuous body.
It was the only clothing she was allowed to wear. The airy negligee, which could be easily removed with a single gesture of his hand, was a bit embarrassing to call a garment, but without it, she had no choice but to walk naked.
Diana put on her clothes and sighed as she stepped out of bed. The pain spreading between her legs and down her waist reminded her of what had happened with her the night before, and her face blushed involuntarily.
After having sex with him, I would fall asleep as if I had fainted, but whenever I woke up, my body was always washed clean. When I remembered his hand touching me in my sleep, my face turned even redder.
Unlike the frantic rush he had made on the bed, the hands that washed her were extremely delicate and soft, like handling a fragile porcelain doll.
Edmund would gently caress her body, which had been overworked all day in the bedroom, and she would become tired and fall asleep before she knew it.
I wonder if he washes all the women after having sex like that. He always looks polite. This may also be his manners.
How many women had he slept with? As the thoughts of women whose faces she didn’t know and whose identities she didn’t know floated around in her head, she felt a fire burning inside her for some reason.
Diana laughed weakly because the feeling was funny. Then she put on her slippers and went to the window. The ground was damp, as if it had rained all night. Looking down from above, she sighed involuntarily.
“How high is it?”
Diana’s gaze turned to the opposite building. When he first said it was a villa, she had never imagined it would be this big.
This villa was a beautiful castle, like something you would see in a fairy tale. The building, with its solid stone walls and magnificent arches, created a mysterious atmosphere. It was a place where the prince and princess I had read about as a child would have ended up living happily ever after.
And in fact, this place was also a castle. It wasn’t just a replica of the shape; it was a castle used by the royal family a long time ago. It was said that Edmund bought it, repaired it, and expanded it.
To the extent of buying a place like this and completely tearing it down. I knew that the Duke of Serwell was wealthy, but I didn’t know it was to this extent.
