Chapter 32

Llewelyn had never seen a man as perfect as Tristan. Unlike Llewelyn's slender body, his stomach had hard, firm ab muscles. His unrealistic body twitched every time he breathed or moved.

Llewelyn looked at the half-naked man with no shame. His pants were removed, then he hesitantly took off the boxers that covered his lower body. Llewelyn looked at his pen!s and widened her eyes.

Come on

Even Asmodeus's stigma could not overcome her strong survival instinct. Llewelyn examined the figure of the man standing completely [emailprotected] before her, and felt her heart beating like crazy.

Llewelyn's face turned bright red in an instant. First of all, Tristan's body was very different from Llewelyn's. His hands were large, and her forearm was the size of his pen!s. She suddenly felt overwhelmed.

Oh my gosh

By now, the stigma was beginning to dominate her consciousness, and stimulating her [emailprotected]

Oh, that's a little

With the remaining bit of control she had left over her body, she thought about running away.

Is something wrong?

Uh

Worse still, Tristan had no shame whatsoever. She was the only one who was embarrassed! It was so unfair!

Rather, he was staring at Llewelyn with clear eyes. Why were his eyes so clear and calm? His large body was horrendous. Llewelyn did not know what to do.

Sir?

Say it.

Did I seduce you before?

No. This just excited me.

Isn't this what you wanted?

'No, why are you proud and not ashamed?'

Llewelyn thought hard about what to do. Tristan, who was supposed to be ashamed, faithfully followed her orders, and even got excited. Llewelyn looked at Tristan with a bewildered look.

I am not good enough to satisfy the princess.

Llewelyn was at a loss for words.

She didn't know anything about satisfaction. Surely she would be split in half if she mingled with him once. And would he be okay? She was just using him for his body. It was an unchanging fact that she had to sleep with a man.

As Llewelyn hesitated, the stigma began to take over her body.

No.

Llewelyn smiled brightly. She began to act daringly again. It was the power of stigma.

I thought about this the last time you wore a riding suit. Your body is so beautiful, Sir Tristan.

Llewelyn stood up. Her heart was beating vigorously. Llewelyn looked at his hot body that had become her own. She smiled.

Are you sure you have no regrets?

I will not regret it.

In response, Llewelyn slowly took off the dress she was wearing. Staring at her pure white flesh, Tristan ran his hand over her shoulder. His rough hand caressed her smooth skin. She heated up from his touch alone. Llewelyn reached down to take off her [emailprotected]

Tristan suddenly grabbed Llewelyn's waist. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. All she could think about was how their hot bodies were touching, with only a thin layer of [emailprotected] separating them. Llewelyn's body was soft, and his body was firm. It was a pleasant difference.

Suddenly, she felt something soft against her back. He had taken Llewelyn to bed.

The princess is Are you okay with me?

At Tristan's question, Llewelyn nodded her head. The corners of Tristan's lips rose.

I'm happy.

Llewelyn was soaring with pleasure, and couldn't hear what he said. He began to remove her [emailprotected] with a clumsy gesture.

But he couldn't control his strength. Her [emailprotected] was torn off with a fantastic ripping sound.

Sorry.

Llewelyn shook her head. She decided to take off her [emailprotected] herself. Seeing Llewelyn's bare body, Tristan stiffened for a moment. Llewelyn lay back on the bed and felt heat rising in her stomach. It was like a ball of fire was lit in her belly.

Even in such a state, he touched Llewelyn's body very carefully. Llewelyn's body trembled when his thick lips ran across her collarbone. The stigma made Llewelyn even hotter with joy.

Perhaps he gained confidence, as he played with Llewelyn's body more daringly. Llewelyn was held in the arms of the most reliable man on Earth, and breathed out in sincere happiness.

I am happy.

Ahhh!

I'm giving myself to you, so let me protect you forever.

His large hand caressed her white chest. Her body trembled as his wet tongue touched and stimulated her peaks. Llewelyn frowned when too much force was applied to the hand holding her chest.

Ow!

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I'm sorry. Power control.

Tristan looked apologetic. After ripping her [emailprotected], clumsily caressing her, and his inability to control his strength Llewellyn finally asked.

Lord Tristan, this is your first time?

I will try harder.

Try harder? At what? Llewelyn made an absurd expression. Unlike his ferocious lower body that made her fear for her life, his upper body worked as hard as possible to [emailprotected] her.

It was his first time It was his first time, but it wasn't bad, even if it was clumsy. She liked the touch of Almondite, who was gentle, and the touch of the priest who was good at holding women, but Tristan wasn't bad either.

He lifted Llewelyn's thigh. The palms that wrapped around her soft legs were already hot.

I'm afraid you will break.

I won't

Hearing Llewelyn's words, he kissed her calf gently. It wasn't stimulating at all, but the clumsiness was somehow lovely. Llewelyn laughed as she lay down.

Every time he did something, he carefully watched Llewelyn's expression. Each time she met his red eyes that were struggling with lust, Llewelyn was startled. Moving down from her calf, Tristan kissed Llewelyn's thigh.

Ugh

The delicate and sensitive flesh around her core felt warm. He was good at using her body

Llewelyn propped herself up on her elbows, bringing her body into contact with Tristan's. She kissed Tristan's hard neck.

Tristan.

Yes.

What are you excited about?

Llewelyn and Tristan's faces were so close that they could feel each other's breath. His lower body was still [emailprotected], resting between her thighs. She was still nervous, but her curiosity won out over all else.

Tell me I wonder what you're really like.

Huh? What do you mean?

You were already excited from the moment you took off your clothes.

I'm not that good-looking in Brygent.

No.

Llewelyn got suspicious.

Then why?

No, that's not what I meant, the princess is pretty.

Then, are you always excited when you see me? Such a loyal knight is more lewd than I thought.

Llewelyn whispered provocatively in his ear, and Tristan stared at her intently. He hesitated to respond to Llewelyn's tenacious question.

That's not it.

Then?

I liked the way the princess told me to take everything off coldly.

Sir, your tastes are very strange. That made you excited?

Llewelyn really didn't understand. Was it really that exciting for a woman to demand a man to sit down and take it off?

It's not my taste, but it's because you did it.

Tristan's words got softer and softer, until Llewelyn couldn't hear them. After enough time had elapsed, and her body seemed to be relaxed, Tristan whispered to Llewelyn.

I will put it in.

As his body moved, Llewelyn groaned. Her body was relaxed enough. Still, Tristan was big.

Princess May I?

Continue.

If they stopped there, only vague desires would remain. Llewelyn tried her best to accept Tristan. As Tristan moved into her slowly, Llewelyn let out a long breath. Accepting him was stressful, but there was a sense of tight satisfaction.

Uh, Ahh.

Llewelyn [emailprotected] As she became accustomed to the pain and excited by his slow movements, her stigma began to desire the man's body even more greedily. Llewelyn's cheeks were dyed red.

Ah, a little More.

The sound of Tristan's gasping breath reached her ears. He was restraining himself as much as possible, but he, too, was feeling [emailprotected] The man's movements intensified as a sweet, dark scent emanated from her body.

Llewelyn's breath was drenched in sweetness. A wet sound echoed through her bedroom. They were perfectly intertwined with each other.

Llewelyn hugged Tristan.