The Seed Thief

Vol. 2 Chapter 5.9

Lulu’s words caused Ervandas’ body to jolt.

“You promised to give me a baby if we married. You can give me what I want now that we’re married, right?”

Ervandas had to make desperate efforts to silence the pounding sound of his heart.

In truth, ever since he started dressing Lulu, his body had been taut with excitement and tension. Lulu, who always effortlessly stirred his desires, stood before him wearing the clothes he bought, adorned with the accessories he’d purchased, and asking for a child while wearing the ring he’d put on her finger.

Now that he had filled every part of her with him, it was time to fill her with himself. Ervandas scooped Lulu up in his arms and headed for the bedroom.

Having filled every external aspect as his own, it was time to fill her insides. Ervandas carried Lulu in his arms and headed for the bedroom.

It was a wedding with no applause and no banquet filled with food, so shouldn’t he fulfill the bride’s wish?

Ervandas laid Lulu on the bed. Without delay, he leaned in and kissed her. Before Lulu could say anything, their lips met and his large body pinned her down.

“Uh, ah!”

His tongue slipped between her lips, sealing them tightly, allowing no breath to escape. Now skilled in kissing, Ervandas used his hand to part Lulu’s knees.

His weighty front brushed against the space between her spread legs. Obscene creases formed on the pristine white garment. Amidst the mingling of their tongues, Ervandas’s other hand undid the buttons behind Lulu’s clothing.

Perhaps due to his eagerness, the clothes that had taken time to put on now required an even longer time to remove. It wasn’t the first time he’d undressed Lulu, but he couldn’t contain his excitement, feeling a man lusting after the opposite sex for the first time.

Having already intertwined their bodies countless times, now, under the name of marriage, Lulu bestowed upon him a fresh thrill of another first.

Lulu was now his wife. A woman who would know him, accept him, and call his name for the rest of her life. The woman he would whisper love to as both his first and last in life. And the woman who wanted to have his child.

My woman. My wife. The person I love.

This fact hit Ervandas harder than any bitter medicine.

The buttons were halfway undone. The hands that had delicately dressed her now hurriedly undressed her, as if questioning, ‘When did I do this?’

Ervandas licked Lulu’s neck as she tensed, awaiting his seed. Feeling tickled, Lulu tried to push him away, but her efforts were feeble. His hand dug beneath the underwear covering her breast and freely explored the voluptuousness trapped within.

“Ahh!”

The fingers that had been scratching the nipples, revealing their presence beneath the fabric, stealthily moved and discarded the last remaining piece of underwear. Once Lulu was fully naked, the fingers continued to tease her breasts a few more times before reaching upward and untying her hair.

A crimson waterfall poured over Lulu’s body. He buried his face in her hair with an ecstatic expression.

It was a splendor that aroused him even more than the lewd words and intimate body.

Ervandas inhaled them deeply for a long time, then removed his clothes and threw them to the floor along with Lulu’s, which were still on the bed.

Now, there were no clothes left on the bed. He lifted Lulu’s body and moved it upward on the bed, spreading her legs and immediately burying his face between them.