How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending

Somewhere deep inside, something churned and writhed violently. My toes kept curling inward as I tried to draw my legs together, only to be stopped by Tristan’s hand.

His gaze, fixed intently on my face, burned sharply. The corners of his long eyes were reddened, as if damp. At some point, his broad shoulders and thick chest were fully exposed. While I sat there with my mouth half open and a dazed expression, the pressure pushing down on the insides of my thighs forced my legs wide apart.

“Ah… hng, ngh… ah…!”

Long fingers slipped between my legs and thrust inside in one swift motion. My breath rushed up to my throat as my body arched back sharply. Before I could even steady my breathing, another finger followed, forcing its way into the narrow entrance. Then another, and another.

Soon, four fingers were pressing deep inside, pushing and digging relentlessly. Each movement made my limbs jerk and twitch on their own. Thick fluid seeped from somewhere, soaking the inner walls completely. His fingers pressed and rubbed into the tender flesh, making wet, squelching sounds.

“Hng, ah… deeper…”

Yet the burning ache only grew stronger. The hotter and more inflamed it became between my legs, the more desperate I felt. This was not enough. Something thicker, something deeper and tighter was needed.

“It seems the Grand Consort is not satisfied.”

His low voice, carried on a sweet alpha scent, brushed against my ear. At the faint amusement in his tone, heat surged again below. The bedsheets between my legs were completely soaked. I whimpered helplessly and clutched the fabric within reach.

Then, the fingers that had been relentlessly working inside suddenly withdrew, scraping against the tender inner flesh as they left. I gasped sharply and opened my eyes wide, and only then did Tristan’s composed face come into view. His straight brow, dark eyebrows, high nose, and sharp jawline were the same as ever. Only his slightly reddened eyes and the cold, sharp gaze flickering with blue fire were different.

It was the gaze of a predator facing its prey.

A chill ran through me as I swallowed dryly. The air was heavy with a rich scent, languid and sticky. Fear rose at the thought that I might be swallowed whole just like this. As I fumbled and turned my head to barely avoid his gaze, it happened.

My hips were suddenly grabbed from both sides and spread wide. The exposed, tender opening met the heavy pressure of thick flesh pressing against it.

“Hah, ngh, ngh…!”

The moment I let out a cry like a scream, a solid pillar thrust deep into the fragile entrance all at once. My eyes widened on their own and my head fell back. My breath caught completely, my mouth falling open as saliva pooled at the corners. The overwhelming pressure flooding in made my vision flash white.

Unable to even breathe out, I struggled briefly before my whole body stiffened.

“Shh… Ruellin, breathe.”

“Hng, I c I can’t… ah, ngh…”

“You can. Open a little more and relax your body.”

I barely managed to reach out and clutch his arm, shaking my head. My lips moved again and again, but only broken, tearful moans escaped my parched throat. Tristan looked down at me for a moment before calmly adding,

“Come now, Ruellin. Take a deep breath and ease your mind. You still have to take more.”

Even in my hazy state, those words were enough to shock me. What… this is not the end?

How far does he intend to go?

“Just a little more, Ruellin. Shh…”

“Hahh, sob, ah, no…”

I tried to struggle, but I could not move at all. It felt as though my entire body was pinned down by Tristan, by his body and his scent. Then, at last, Tristan slowly moved his hips, pushing and burrowing deeper inside. Flames ignited deep in my lower abdomen. Sparks kept bursting before my eyes.

“Ah… ngh, ah, it hurts, sob, ahhh…”

My narrow inner walls quivered as they were pierced by the invading pillar. It felt as though my entire body was melting down into a sticky collapse. I could not move even a finger, panting as I barely managed to breathe. Tristan stroked my waist gently, as if praising me. Before I realized it, the moisture that had gathered at the corners of my eyes spilled down my cheeks.

Then, the pillar that had been still for a moment began to move again, mercilessly digging into the tender flesh inside. Something hard and hot writhed fiercely deep in my lower abdomen. Tears burst forth, and fluid streamed uncontrollably from below. Gripping both sides of my hips firmly, Tristan snapped his waist forward once more.