Troubled Villainous Daughter, My Fiancé Won't Stop Approaching Me!? Chapter 7

Francesca was exhausted, her breath was rough, and she was blankly staring at the ceiling.

"Fran… I want you. I want you so much that it's unbearable."

Leonhart told her desperately. He lifted Francesca's legs and pressed his hard length to her petals.

"Le-Leon…?"

Francesca was still dazed after her climax. As the hard length was slowly, but surely, spreading Francesca's body, she was brought back by the foreign feeling.

"Hya~… ah…"

Leonhart's meat stick pushed open her tight v.a.g.i.n.a. Every time he thrust towards the back, a dull pain would spread inside of Francesca, her tears started falling from the corner of her eyes.

"Ya~… i-it hurts…! Le… on!"

"Francesca… I'll try to… ngh…."

"Na… Ahh…!"

The inserted meat stick was hot enough to burn. In order to support Francesca, his arms turned her around so that she could lean on his st.u.r.dy body. He embraced her and Leonhart's large hand stroked Francesca's silver hair to comfort her.

"Fran, you're mine… your heart, your body. Don't hand them over to anyone. Especially not to that b.a.s.t.a.r.d Christopher…"

Why would the name of the First Prince come up here? In the moment Francesca thought that, Leonhart pushed his waist further—

"Ku, ahhh! Ahn!"

Something broke, the hot stick moved into the innermost depths of her v.a.g.i.n.a. In the room with the closed window, the scent of arousal and s.e.x filled the air, mixed in was the smell of iron. A bright red spot stained the sheets. The proof of her chast.i.ty.

"For Fran's first time… It'll hurt if you move suddenly. Keep still."

Leonhart's upper body leant down, and he kissed Francesca's face repeatedly. Her forehead, her nose, her cheek, neck, shoulder, clavicle— The places his lips touched were gentle and warm. It felt like she was soaking in Leonhart's love.

"Not only kissing, I also like touching your chest."

While whispering in a sweet voice, Leonhart's hands caressed Francesca's chest.

"Hya…!"

When the tips were pinched, Francesca tightened around Leonhart.

"Your v.a.g.i.n.a is clenching around me. You feel good when I do this."

"Hyah…! Breast, don't… feels… weird… yaah!"

Although it hurt being penetrated in her secret place, Francesca called out in a sweet voice. As her chest was being stimulated, pleasure creeped through her, the pain found at the place they were connected started to fade.

"Fran's body is really lewd… I didn't think you'd want me this much."

"Ah, ah, hyaa!"

"So cute. You're too cute. I can't hold it any longer… I'm going to continue."

Declaring that with an aroused voice, Leonhart lifted Francesca's waist with both hands. Then he pulled out the heat stick that had barely entered, and rammed it back in.

"Ku, ah… hyan… hurts, Leon… ah~ ahn…!"

"Is there only pain? Rather, your voice sounds very pleased."

Leonhart moved his hips without stopping. As his hot length rubbed the insides of her v.a.g.i.n.a, the honey dripping out of her made an obscene sound. Both pain and suffering gradually faded. Pleasure overwhelmed Francesca, lifting her away.

"Yahn~… hya… Leon… ah, I… ahah~ahn—!"

It was like a storm of pleasure. Francesca was at its mercy and could not resist. As the meat stick pushed deeper into her v.a.g.i.n.a, her lower body trembled, and her voice leaked out. She noticed that her hips were shaking. She was melting from the pleasure.

Give me more. Leon, I want more.

"It's fine to lose control. I want to see how lewd you are…"

Leonhart whispered with a voice laced with pleasure, he held onto Francesca's knee. His hips sped up and slammed against her. The meat stick thrust in deeper than before, and her deepest area was stimulated over and over again.

"Ahn~ yah… Leon, ah~…!"

Her insides were vigorously pounded, Francesca instinctively tightened up. Leonhart began to move faster, and she could feel something inside of her lower abdomen build up. Francesca arched her back, her whole body twitching and convulsing.

"Hyaaah~… Ahn! Ahhhh~!"

The pleasure was unprecedented, her body visibly leapt from the bed. Her mind was pure white.

Almost simultaneously, Leonhart's body shook. Immediately, the meat spear buried deep inside of her twitched violently, spurting out milky white fluid.

"Fran, I will never let you go. Fran…"

Leonhart moved his waist back and forth, emptying out his last drop. He collapsed onto Francesca and enveloped her in a strong hug. Wrapping her… no, as if to capture her.

"I love you. Not anyone else. For me, there has only ever been you."