How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending

“Uh… ah… ah…”

Tristan’s gaze, cold and piercing, met mine. Yet, beyond his deep blue eyes, I could sense a flicker of flame. Wherever his eyes touched, a blaze ignited. The sensation was electrifyingly intense, but it wasn’t enough.

“More, please… sob, ah. Your Highness… Tristan…”

My words tumbled out, slurred and desperate. Tristan’s breath grew ragged with my plea. My mouth filled with saliva. There was no room for embarrassment. I twisted my neck, letting out a moan. Each time, the refreshing citrus scent rushed into my lungs, filling my chest.

“Ah… ah…”

From within, a slick fluid flowed. My inner walls pulsated, gently enveloping two, then three of his fingers. His long, thick fingers probed deeper, stirring my soft flesh. An overwhelming, terrifying pleasure surged through me. Wherever his fingers spread and pressed, heat intensified.

“Does it hurt, Your Highness?”

His voice, low and unstable, held a hint of concern. Or was it my imagination? Tristan’s expression seemed both frozen and clouded.

But I couldn’t think further. I shook my head, unable to resist the movement of his fingers. I whimpered, begging Tristan, unable to hold back.

Finally, Tristan spoke, his voice deep and resonant, as if rising from the depths of the sea. His fingers abruptly withdrew. I gasped, looking up at him. His piercing gaze locked onto mine.

A husky voice followed, low and steady.

“I want you too, just as you want me.”

A massive, hard form began to push into my narrow entrance. My eyes widened, vision blurring. Intense pain washed over me, clouding my senses. I gripped the sheets, biting my lower lip. A cry tore from my throat.

“Ah… ah, uh. Uh…”

The sound of slick fluid squelching filled the air. My walls, meeting an alpha for the first time, throbbed with excitement and pleasure, clenching around him. Tristan’s breath, cool and fragrant, rasped in my ear.

With each thrust of his hips, my body jolted, and sparks burst before my eyes. His thick member relentlessly pierced my delicate flesh. Everywhere he pushed, a shivering pleasure surged.

“Sob, ah… ah, uh!”

I could feel my entrance stretching, painfully wide. Tristan thrust deeper, and I arched, unable to breathe. I felt his hot length pulsing deep within me. Impaled, I could barely move.

Pain, fear, excitement, and pleasure surged, overwhelming me. My delicate flesh felt crushed and torn by his heavy member. As he pushed deeper, his member grew, expanding and hardening. My flat stomach began to swell, molding to his shape.

“Sob, sob, Your Highness, Tristan… Please, stop… I’m, I’m tearing…”

I trembled, calling out to Tristan, begging for release. I feared my inner walls would be ripped to shreds, leaving no trace.

But Tristan’s blue eyes were glazed, unfocused. Instead, a large hand pressed down on my shoulder, while the other gripped my hip. As I looked up, our eyes met. His gaze was fierce, as if ready to devour me whole.

Helpless, I swayed with Tristan’s rough movements, unable to resist his cock.

“Haah, uh…… huh, ugh, mmm!”