AMOTGD

CHAPTER Xlll

content/trigger warnings: dubcon/noncon, coercive relationship, incest (side characters)

‘In the story, I would get pregnant not long after the Grand Duchess conceives.’

Thinking of that made me want to cry. These bastards thought I got involved with him only after the Grand Duchess became pregnant, but I had been involved with him long before that. And now, I’m one of them.

Tears blurred my vision, and just as I was about to sob, a large piece of flesh suddenly thrust deeply inside me from behind, pushing up against my insides with such force that it felt like my organs were being displaced.

“Ah!”

“Lost in thought? That’s disappointing.”

I bit my lip as he continued to thrust quickly and sharply, hitting me at just the right angle to make me feel it more intensely. He was definitely doing it on purpose.

The wet, sliding stimulation at my entrance tightened my insides. The feeling of him stretching me open as he pushed in and then squeezing tight as he pulled out was overwhelmingly vivid.

I wished he would just go crazy and pound me. I wanted to reach the end. No, I didn’t want to feel like this. Or maybe, just a bit deeper and harder!

“Hnn…!”

I scratched the desk with my fingers, unsure of what I truly wanted, tears blurring my eyes.

Every time the wet, squelching sounds echoed from below, I swallowed my sobs and shook my head. The Grand Duke gently took my hand in his, soothing me like a child, and licked the nape of my neck before slowly lifting his upper body.

With both hands grasping my brxxsts, he continued to move his hips in a slow, grinding motion, twisting gently. He massaged my already tender nxpples between his thumb and forefinger as he did so.

The deep penetration of his curved tip against my inner walls sent shivers down my spine, and I swallowed another moan.

Fearing that any sound might escape and be heard by someone passing by, I clamped down tight, and at that moment, he seemed unable to hold back any longer. He exhaled a low breath and twisted my body, pinning my breasts and waist in a near-binding grip, and began thrusting hard enough to make slapping sounds.

“Ah, ahngh! Ah, ah, ah!”

“Yeah, cry more for me, Julie.”

“Hmmph, nnngh, ah— AH!”

The study was filled with explicit moans. The squelching sound of fluid mixing with flesh echoed below. The liquid that leaked out clung stickily to the thick shaft moving in and out of me.

The faster he moved, the more I clung to his neck, my moans growing louder.

I began to cry. The heat from the thick flesh inside me, the warmth of his impending clxmax—it was all too familiar.

“Now, what should I do with you?”

As his hand moved down to rub my clxxoris, the hard flesh making me tremble below, excitement spilled everywhere, filling the air with a lewd scent. Without any attempt to conceal it, he bit my earlobe while moving his hips, his cruelty finally making me break down into tears, shaking my head.

“Please, please…”

No, I said no. Please.

I couldn’t tell if my tears were from the overwhelming pleasure of nearing clxmax or the fear of pregnancy and potential death.

Biting down hard, I accepted him inside me until he finally pressed down on my lower abdomen, filling me with his seed.

‘Ah…’

The warmth spreading from within brought a deep sense of betrayal, knowing I had done something I shouldn’t have. This quickly morphed into a crushing pleasure that shot through me from head to toe.

Very slowly, my vxgxnal walls tightened around him, sucking him in and releasing him, feeling the slick warmth of his sxmxn dripping inside. The erxtic scent filled not just the office but the entire study. Anyone stepping in would immediately know what had happened.

Despite having already orgxsmed once, his thick member was still firm, languidly thrusting in and out. Burying his head in my neck, he played with my soaked inner walls, asking,

“Julie, what were you thinking about?”

With tearful eyes blinking weakly, I muttered inwardly. Thinking about whether you’ll finish inside me or not.

In the beginning, I begged him not to finish inside me every time, but it backfired. It seemed to excite some strange fantasy in him, making him do it even more on purpose. Eventually, I gave up, and he found another way to torment me.

The perverted bastard would pull out at the last moment, spraying his sxmxn on my breasts or face, then whisper lazily with a satisfied smile,

“It looks like milk is coming from your breasts.”

Yeah, the moment milk comes from my breasts will be the moment you abandon me. Giving birth on the streets and getting stabbed to death is just an option.

By now, the injustice was unbearable. I had clearly expressed my dislike and rejected him. What more could I do?