Chapter 188 - 188. The Dungeon, and Marianne Alone (Part Two) (Marianne ⭐︎)
The dungeon had no light. The unreliable glow of candles beyond the iron bars illuminated the inside. A moth flew into a candle, making a ticking sound as the flame danced. Marianne knelt and bent, then faced me again. Her long hair cascaded down her cheeks and brushed my thigh. Wanting to see her face, I brushed the hair from one side to the other. It felt smooth to the touch. Her pointed ears twitched. I reached out to touch them, and she looked up. Her neatly shaped eyebrows were above intense, slanted eyes. They locked onto me.
"The night before last, I challenged you to a duel. At that time, I had resolved to let you have me."
Her lips curved slightly upward. I thought she was using my cock as a microphone, but I didn't want to ruin the atmosphere she was trying to create, so I kept quiet.
"I'm not needed. Rather, it's better for the Wanland family if I'm not here. I thought. But I didn't like it. I don't remember my father or mother's faces. But I certainly have my parents' blood in me. I wanted to do something for the world they left behind. Even if it meant using this body."
"You didn't know anything about me back then, did you? Why did you think I’d lend you my power?"
Only Marmie and her group knew about me in this city. Marianne must have obtained information about me through the Starunion family. There was no way she could know what kind of person I was. But she smiled as if to dispel my doubt.
"Hehe... that's something we dog-ears can tell. Actually, I saw you and Fam before ambushing you at the inn. I heard from rescued villagers and nearby settlements that she was the only one who could rebuild the village, even though she was young. And she's following you."
"Back then, you'd have told me to return Fam, right? You thought she was just a slave forced to obey."
She shook her head.
"I can tell the difference between temporary trust and true trust. But since I didn't know your true strength, I had to test you in battle."
Did she have the same sharp intuition as Fam? Or was it the experience of being the head of the Wanland family?
"But from that night until now, a strange amount of time has passed. And my thinking has changed. But I still don't want to just be held."
Her pupils flickered in the candlelight as she looked up at me.
"I want to be loved by you."
Marianne hesitantly reached out and touched the head of my cock, then began to move it up and down.
"Are you used to doing this?"
"What are you saying? Everything I'm about to do to you is my first time! But I have knowledge. I can do it. I'm a capable girl."
She seemed to be reassuring herself.
"How did you get that knowledge?"
"That's... from my education officer."
"A man?"
"No. A woman."
Her movements, simply stroking my cock, weren't stimulating enough.
"Could you grip a little tighter? Like pulling the skin back and forth?"
She followed my instructions, and I could feel myself getting even harder from her naive response. Pre-cum was leaking from my glans. She extended her tongue and licked it. I unintentionally gasped.
"It tastes different from what I heard..."
As she said that, she opened her mouth wide and took my cock in.
"Ah..."
As I made a sound, she looked at me, just her eyes turning toward me.
"We haven't even kissed yet."
I sighed, removing myself from her mouth. "Mash is saying such cute things."
"But, is this okay? I thought you would kiss me first."
I sighed, separating our mouths. "I thought you'd like it."
"Of course, I did. That's why I was so into it. But is anyone happy with being filled with this much?"
"It's not like anyone wants that."
Marianne got down on all fours and covered her mouth as she coughed violently and spat out semen. I stroked her back to help her recover.
"This big of a load... Mash, that's mean! Cough."
The come dripping from her mouth looked lewd. She tried to wipe it, but her hand was also covered in semen. I was impressed with how much I'd produced.
"Isn't it awful? Tasty not tree..."
She mumbled with her mouth moving wetly. The saliva had changed, and a string stretched between her mouth and fingers when she pulled them apart.
"Mash, even though it's like this, could we do the real thing some other time? I hate the thought of my first time being in a place like this, and it's like my uncle is thinking 'I told you so.'"
"Marianne, think about it. We have several problems. Your power struggle with your uncle. The problem of your engagement to your cousin. The problem of me destroying the Great Cathedral."
"I am the legitimate heir of the Wanland family. As the head, I will solve each problem."
"Think carefully. Who's representing the Wanland family at tomorrow's meeting of the four houses? Are you the only one suffering from the current situation in Migul? Did your uncle do something shady? No one listens to your words. That's why you got close to me, isn't it?"
Marianne grimaced. She bit her lips and looked at me.
"What you're saying is right. Are you telling me to shut up?"
"Was it the Knight Order? That bearded man in the knights. He must have sworn loyalty to you. There must be others like him. And there must be many who obey your uncle simply because he holds the power. If Marianne continues to show her intention to be involved in politics, more people will move to your side. That's why they assigned a fiancé to you to prevent you from getting involved in politics and simultaneously tried to eliminate my influence by reason of demolishing Great Cathedral."
"...That's right. I have no words to retort. I'm cornered, aren't I?"
"That's not it. Your uncle feels threatened by you in the future. That's why he challenged you at this point. So, this is about Marianne. Are you ready to accept it?"
"Of course. But with the three problems I'm being blamed for..."
"Why don't we turn the three problems into one problem with strategy? You and I can fight. And the Starunion family will be on our side. I don't know about Elisha from the church, but I can trust Myra."
Marianne looked at the stone floor. She bit her lips again. Her uncle didn't seem to be ruling cruelly. Besides, I didn't know what her ideals and political power were. But I had no time to learn them, because I was unintentionally locked in a dungeon by her uncle. As I was thinking about such things, she looked up. Her eyes and mouth were tightly closed. Her wrenched-up eyebrows and tightly closed lips told me she was a strong-willed woman. I found that beautiful.
"Mash, we just met last night. And yet, you'll fight alongside me?"
We were close. Her hot breath brushed against the tip of my nose.
"We fought alongside each other yesterday, didn't we? Besides, right now I just want to hold you. I was just desperately thinking of reasons for it."
I teased her by pointing at my erection with my finger.
"Mash..."
As she reached out and embraced me, seeking my lips. It was a passionate kiss, unlike just a first-kiss experience. We caressed each other's lips.
"How is it? The taste of my saliva and yours mixed together?"
She said and smiled mischievously.
"It's embarrassing to admit. Although I am ready."
I took off her skirt and jacket. Underneath, she was wearing a camisole. It was a type that was one with the bra. The silk-like glossy material as I thought. The two bowls pushed against the cloth making a strong assertion. Down she already took off. What remained is only that thing. I reached out to it, and Marianne twisted and tried to get away.
"It's a bit too late for that. Besides, you saw it yesterday."
"I was trying to attract your attention at all costs. But now... I am afraid to be seen by Mash."
"Speaking of which, were you not wearing ordinary underwear yesterday?"
"Yesterday was wearing of battle underwear. Today I was completely off guard so..."
I thought this outfit brought out the eroticism even more, but I kept quiet. I would enjoy her in various underwear from now on. Her face was red. I stroked her neck with kisses. As she made a sweet sigh.
"Ah..."
She was gazing up at me. I extended my hand toward her crotch. Underneath her pubic hair, the slit was tightly closed. Just like the last time I touched her, it was soaking wet.
"You get wet easily, don't you?"
"I was thinking that..."
Her cheeks blushed as she turned her face away. Her breasts jiggled as she shook her head, and it was impressive. I think so. She also became an onanist. My intuition tells me so.
"It's not awful."
"Honestly, once per 100 years..."
"Marianne, be honest. I'm on your side."
Stimulating her clitoris with another finger, I rubbed it with force. She twisted her waist as if to escape from the stimulus, but I never let her escape.
"Once per week. ...Ah, that's a lie, honestly... once or twice per week..."
I quickened the movement of my fingers to lead her to climax. Her waist jumped to the beat of my fingers moving. Her vagina was seeking pleasure, tightening around my finger.
"I, I said, ...Ah, I said, speaking honestly, now I still could not..."
Of course, I was moving my fingers to make her cum. There was no way to stop. In contradiction with her words, her vagina sought pleasure, tightening grip to not to free my finger. I rubbed her erotic spot and clitoris pressingly. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened wide.
"I, I cum..."
She arched her body and moaned. Her vagina throbbed and contracted. I stroked her back as breathing heavily. Her vagina contracted fiercely.
"Asking to stop it... Mash is playing with my body..."
I wedged between her spread legs and pressed the head of my cock against her vagina. Her pubes were closed as defending her innocence, even after being toyed with by my hands. I rubbed the liquids overflowed from her vagina, which mixed with Marianne's purity.
"Mash..."
Marianne whispered.
"It was nice when we were doing it, but it still hurts a lot. Does this become more bearable as you get used to it?"
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