I Don’t Want To Be The Hero’s Wife – Chapter 003

“How does it feel?”

“Ah… hngh…”

“Getting fucked by the husband you wanted to divorce… how does that feel?”

Apparently, Anark hadn’t forgotten her mention of divorce. He relentlessly pressed Rona to give in to her arousal.

“S-Stop…”

Even the sheer weight of his firm body pressing down on hers was enough to make her burn up, add in the stimulation to her clit, and she felt like her face might explode.

She tried to resist, tensing her body, but her soft flesh was helpless under his firm hands, yielding easily… her body reacting no matter how hard she fought it.

“Maybe I should change the question.”

Anark scratched at the prominent nub with his fingernail, then pressed harder, rubbing her nipples with force.

“Hngh, ah…! W-wait a…! Ah!”

“How does it feel to be fucked by the man who used to be your servant?”

At her husband’s question, she reflexively recalled the days when he was still a servant. The face of the man who had cared for her as a child, back when her father and mother were still alive…

“Anark…!”

Soon, Rona threw her head back and climaxed. As pleasure coursed through her, she clenched down hard, and the shape of the cock filling her became even more distinct.

Rona tightened around her husband’s length, feeling her mind go blank. Her belly pulled taut, and her lower body tingled like it had been struck by electricity.

“Feels good, huh? Judging by how tight you’re clenching. Haa… I should’ve fucked you sooner. Didn’t know you’d enjoy it this much.”

With those words, Anark began to thrust violently.

“W-wait… I just came…! Hyaang! Ah!”

His massive penis stirred roughly inside her, even as she trembled from the aftershocks of climax. The ridged inner walls gripped him tightly like suction cups, trying to keep him from pulling out.

But they couldn’t stop the rapid in-and-out movement. With each heavy thrust, his cock slammed into her inner walls, widening and narrowing the passage as he forced his way through.

“Uuh, ah! Ah!”

The overwhelming pleasure brought tears to her eyes. Rona couldn’t even think to wipe them as she pressed her forehead against Anark’s shoulder, groaning softly.

“Too, too fast… Haa… S-slow down. Hngh, slower…”

Like prey begging for mercy under the gaze of a predator, her voice was full of desperation.

Soon, Anark’s chest swelled deeply, and as he exhaled, he came inside Rona. The sheer volume that flooded her insides… like he was releasing a stream of urine… made Rona shudder and tremble at the waist.

“Ah…!”

The liquid spurted into her like a shot, defiling her insides and turning the flushed red flesh a pale white. The semen, unable to endure the heat of her friction-warmed walls, seeped between the folds like melted cream.

“Ha…”

Anark buried himself deep and closed his eyes, as if savoring the warmth inside her. He could feel her arousal and his cum mixing within, heating the tip of his head and coating his shaft.

In the still silence, only their breaths could be heard.

Unlike the cold outside, the air between them was thick with heat. Drained of every bit of strength since morning, Rona collapsed onto the bed like she was melting.

Her head buzzed from the animalistic act, making it impossible to string together any coherent thought. She lay there in a dazed sprawl, like a cat full from feeding.

…Forgetting that he never stopped at just once.

* * *

Anark gently tapped Rona’s cheek to rouse her.

“Your stamina’s really weak.”

“Mm…?”

“How do you collapse every time after just once? I even gave you a horse for riding practice, and you didn’t even use it.”

Through her dazed mind, Rona processed Anark’s words.

‘The horse Anark gave me…’

She remembered when he suddenly gifted her a horse after returning from an expedition. A handsome black stallion, one that resembled him. It had been during a time when her body had been growing thinner, likely due to the meager meals served by the maids.

Despite saying nothing about her weight loss, he had abruptly mentioned that she was losing muscle from staying indoors too much, and handed her the reins.

And that horse…

‘You never leave your room anyway, so it’s not like you’d go out riding, right? We were short on budget as it is, so this actually worked out well.’

 

‘The head maid sold it off behind my back…’

The prized horse, which had looked expensive at a glance, left the estate without ever once feeling Rona’s touch.

Though she’d accepted the reins in confusion, it hadn’t been a bad feeling. No… if anything, it had been nice. So much so that she’d even started studying how to properly care for and ride a horse again.

‘But why bring that up now…? He knows Madam Andersen sold it before I even got the chance to ride it…’

Rona’s expression darkened.

She’d been too afraid to ride again like before, so one day she thought she’d just go offer it a treat. But when she went looking, the black stallion was nowhere to be found.

Startled, she had gone straight to ask the head maid, Andersen. The woman replied with a disinterested look, saying she had sold it off ages ago. Then, her face hardened as she added a warning.

The Count had approved it, so don’t bother bringing it up again.

With no one in the estate to talk to, she had thought maybe she could at least lean on an animal… but that hope had crumbled. She hadn’t even gotten the chance to call out the name she’d secretly given it.

Disheartened, Rona even refused the meals that only became generous when Anark was home.

“……”

Moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes. Her nose turned red. She’d thought she had gotten over it with time, but apparently, she hadn’t. The sense of loss was still buried in her chest.

Soon, a single tear fell in quiet sorrow.

Afraid she might start crying out loud, she bit her lip and sharply turned her head away. A heavy sigh came from above her.

Then Anark pulled his hips back before thrusting deep again. The inside, filled with fluids, sloshed as the mix of their juices spilled out from within.

“Ugh…!”

Caught off guard, Rona’s eyes widened.

“If you don’t want to move, you don’t have to.”

Even after already climaxing once, the quickly hardened shaft snapped Rona’s thoughts back from the past to the present.

“If we do this every day, you’ll build some muscle eventually.”

Before her tears had even dried, Anark forcefully slammed his cock deep inside her. His shaft drove in relentlessly, pounding her insides.

“Ah! Aah!!”

With his rough movements, her body shook like a paper doll. Moans burst out one after another without pause.

After having already climaxed twice, her loosened entrance easily took in the large member. The man pressed in close, as if determined to bury it all the way to the base.

“W-wait a second…! I-it’s too deep…! S-stop going in…!”

Her fragile voice, like a faint birdsong, didn’t reach Anark. It was as if his hearing had shut off in the depths of his arousal. His eyes, unfocused with lust, trapped the woman trembling beneath him within his gaze.

His penis rampaged through her insides. The intruding shaft forced its way in, splitting through flesh, and pushed deep enough to meet the entrance of her womb like it was kissing it… His urethral opening pressed flush against it.

“Hh, ah, ah…!”

Each time he pulled back until only the tip caught at her entrance, the slick walls clung tightly to him, as if they’d tear away with him. His motions were so rough, it felt like her inner flesh might be dragged out.

Thud! The sensation of being struck deep inside was followed by a bolt of overwhelming pleasure crashing down on her.

“……!”

Rona couldn’t even let out a moan… her mouth opened wordlessly as her body trembled in small, uncontrollable shakes.

Anark, showing no intention of finishing anywhere else, relentlessly poured his seed deep inside her.

His vigor was like that of a beast in heat… fierce and terrifying.

He remained buried in her warmth for a long while. Only when Rona’s breathing began to slow again did he finally withdraw his shaft, moving slowly.

His cock, veined and glistening, was soaked with a mix of cm and her fluids. From the tip, a thick string of mucus clung between him and Rona’s opening, messily showing exactly where he had been buried just moments ago.

“Uuh… mm…”

As soon as his cock slipped out, a stream of milky fluid burst forth beneath the cleft of her rear, bubbling out like champagne. Her small opening repeatedly contracted and released, endlessly expelling his cm in thick gushes.

Unaware that Anark was watching, Rona instinctively tightened her lower abdomen.

It still felt like something, his presence… remained inside her. As if trying to squeeze out what wasn’t there, her inner walls contracted again and again, and more fluid was pushed out.

A faint sense of release washed over her again, like the tail end of a climax, accompanied by the urge to urinate. Still, the once-heavy fullness in her belly seemed to subside a little.

Anark silently observed the sight, then grabbed Rona by the ankles and lifted her thigh onto his shoulder.

“Ah, ngh, w-wait, my back…!”

Her hips were lifted into the air, legs spread wide in an utterly exposed position, displaying everything below. Rona flailed her arms, trying in vain to shield herself.