[R19]Prioritizing Your Partner's Pleasure

 Chapter 10.3

"Aaahhh Ahhh!!!?"

The pain of my hymen tearing was more than enough to jolt my consciousness back from the pleasure that had been enveloping me. I screamed in agony, feeling as if my lower half had been torn apart. The animalistic roar that echoed in my ears hardly felt like it came from me.

I could feel something flowing from my groin—likely the blood from my torn hymen, mixed with a considerable amount of other fluids. I had been abruptly thrown from heaven into hell.

The pain was excruciating, like a searing blade slicing through my insides. My mind was overwhelmed by the agony, making it difficult to think or even breathe. I curled up, hoping for the pain to subside even a little. Then, I felt something on my back.

Startled, I looked up to see Leon's concerned face. In that moment, I remembered what I had been doing.

"Are you alright, Angie?!"

His gentle concern made the situation even harder to bear. Tears of pain and shame streamed down my face.

"I'm sorry... Please don't hate me... Don't leave me."

"Calm down, it's alright. I'm here," Leon reassured me, holding me like a child.

I felt humiliated and overcome with regret. I wanted Leon to feel good despite the pain, but instead, I ended up being coddled.

"Okay, take slow breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth."

Following his lead, I took deep breaths. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. As my breathing steadied, the pain began to fade, but a deep sense of despair took its place.

I had failed at the most critical moment. In noble society, physical compatibility was crucial for marriage, as it ensured the continuation of the family line. Failing so early on could be grounds for divorce.

Seeing me silently weeping, Leon looked pained.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault for wanting to be with you. We should have waited until the wedding."

"It's not your fault, Leon. It's mine."

I truly believed that. Why did I always mess up when it mattered most?

"Don't push yourself. We can stop. I don't want you to suffer."

I held Leon tightly. I didn't want to spend another night crying alone. I didn't want a life without him by my side. I wanted to overcome any hardship with him, no matter what it took.

"Please, finish what we started. Leave an indelible mark on me. Make me yours, Leon."

I spoke with resolve. If he refused, I would understand, but...

"Alright, if that's what you want. But tell me if it gets to be too much."

"I will."

With that, we resumed our lovemaking.

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Shifting positions slowly to avoid pain, I eased myself out of Leon's embrace.

I straddled Leon in the lotus position on the bed, facing him.

Leon’s erection remained firm inside me.

"Um, you don't need to worry about me, you can ejaculate whenever you want..."

"It's alright. It’s a matter of pride for a man to satisfy the woman he loves rather than taking her selfishly."

"As a woman, I don't quite understand that pride."

"I just want you to feel good, Angie."

Hearing that made me feel bashful. To hide my blushing face, I pressed my lips to Leon's.

We kissed repeatedly, eventually deepening it with our tongues intertwining. Even Leon's breath seemed sweet to me, mingling with our saliva.

We kissed passionately, lost in each other.

My vagina began to moisten and twitch with pleasure and europhea. Perhaps because of the pleasure from the kisses, or because Leon could sense the fluids my vagina was secreting, his erection began to throb again.

My vagina still stung, but it wasn't painful enough to prevent movement.

I should be able to resume our union now.

The erection that had seemed like a weapon tearing through me before now felt endearing as proof of Leon's desire for me.

With our lips still joined, I wrapped my arms around Leon's neck. My breasts pressed against his chest, distorting their shape.

Freed from my waist, Leon's hands began to caress my entire body.

Neck, shoulders, breasts, nipples, navel, clitoris, buttocks, anus, thighs.

His fingers explored all my erogenous zones, pouring pleasure into the vessel of my body.

My vaginal secretions increased, further wetting the place where we were joined.

Before I knew it, I was wrapping my legs around Leon's waist and moving my hips unconsciously.

My vagina was still hot and a bit sore, but even that pain felt like intense pleasure.

Pleasure, pain, love, sadness, pity, jealousy, joy, peace. Everything Leon gave me was precious and driving me crazy.

"Leon, I love you. I love you so much."

I spoke words that were neither purely of love nor desire, yet both were true and false at the same time.

A marbled pattern of mixed emotions.

Driven by beastly desire, we sought each other's bodies.

Though I moved my hips as I wished, the unexpected exhaustion soon drained the strength from my hands, and I collapsed onto the bed.

Leon slowly followed me, covering my body with his.

This position was missionary, the same as during my first time.

From here, it was a fresh start. A union of lovers filled with affection, or a coupling of beasts drunk on pleasure.

"Can I move, Angie?"

It was a question that didn’t need to be asked.

Leon kissed my forehead, making me feel so loved that I responded by tightening my vagina.

His movements were slow, but because of that, Leon's penis methodically ravaged and reshaped my insides.

With each thrust, I felt as if my vagina was being transformed into something else entirely.

Since it was our first time, the angles and speed of his thrusts were inconsistent, but this only added to the new sensations, searing pleasure into my brain.

“Ah! Nngh! Hah! Ahh!”

The sounds escaping my lips were more like animalistic roars than the refined moans of a duke’s daughter.

It was embarrassing to hear myself give in to such raw desire, devoid of any modesty or elegance.

I covered my mouth with both hands, trying desperately to stifle the sounds, but the thrusting began to slow.

Leon had stopped completely, looking at me with concern.

"Are you alright? If you're not feeling well, we can stop."

His considerate words, however, felt almost intrusive to my pleasure-drenched body.

“I’m making strange sounds. I don't want to ruin the mood by sounding like an animal.”

As soon as I said that, Leon pinched my nipples and clitoris.

“Aahh! Ahhhh!”

The unexpected stimulation from such sensitive areas made me cry out loudly, echoing in the room.

“Your sounds don’t matter. I’m just happy knowing you’re feeling good.”

Leon resumed thrusting, slower than before, while his hands roamed my body.

Cheeks, neck, breasts, nipples, navel, buttocks, thighs, clitoris.

Each touch elicited a slightly different moan from me, turning me into a lewd instrument.

The pleasure Leon gave me was so overwhelming that I climaxed multiple times, caring nothing for modesty or shame.

In contrast to my reactions, Leon looked strained.

At the same time, I felt his penis swell and start to twitch inside me, signaling what was about to happen.

“I’m about to cum, should I pull out?”

Without contraception, ejaculation inside me could lead to pregnancy.

Getting pregnant before marriage would cause significant problems for our arranged marriage. Ideally, he should pull out.

But right now, I felt like nothing but a female. The idea of Leon releasing his seed outside felt like a denial of my womanhood.

I wrapped my limbs around Leon’s body and covered his mouth with mine to stop him from saying anything.

Hating the thought of any distance between us, I clung to him tightly.

Then, I whispered the most shameless words of my life.

“Cum inside me. Impregnate me. Make me yours.”

In the next moment, I felt a shock in my groin, and my vision went white.

Leon’s resumed thrusting was intense, without concern for my safety.

It was pure, raw, animalistic instinct to dominate and impregnate the female in front of him.

I now understood how gentlemanly Leon had been in his previous actions.

His thrusts were so vigorous it felt like my entire body was being slammed.

Without regard for pacing, his only goal was to release as much seed as possible, as deep as possible, as quickly as possible.

The more I felt that all of Leon’s being was focused on me, the more my body accepted him.

As he neared his limit, his thrusts grew faster but shallower.

Just as I braced to receive his release, Leon suddenly stopped.

Holding me tightly, he looked into my eyes.

"Angie, I love you."

Leon’s words resonated in my ears, and understanding them seared into my brain, leading me to the peak of pleasure.

My vagina tightened around his penis, determined not to let a single drop of his seed escape.

The next moment, Leon’s body shuddered, and something hot, different from love juices, urine, or blood, exploded deep inside me.

Leon groaned and collapsed onto me, unable to support himself.

Feeling his weight and body heat, along with the warmth of his seed inside me, I lost consciousness.

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When I came to, Leon was holding me tightly.

“Good morning, Angie.”

His greeting made me laugh, knowing it was actually the middle of the night.

The post-coital fatigue didn’t feel unpleasant, though the stickiness from sweat and fluids was a bit much.

As I tried to sit up to clean myself, something caught my eye—Leon’s erect penis.

“Leon, I thought men go soft after they ejaculate?”

“Sorry, you looked so cute while you were sleeping that I couldn’t help it.”

So, you were about to pounce on me while I was sleeping?

His sheepish look made me smile despite my irritation. Still, I couldn’t take my eyes off his erection, knowing it had just ravaged me.

Having never really experienced love or self-pleasure, I found myself addicted to the pleasure I’d just tasted.

Trying to find an excuse, I moved my fingers and stumbled over my words.

“Leon, I think sexual compatibility is a crucial factor in marriage.”

“Uh-huh?”

“So, I propose we… explore it a bit more thoroughly.”

“In other words?”

You know exactly what I mean, don’t make me say it. That’s quite annoying.

Swallowing my irritation, I lay back on the bed.

Facing Leon, I spread my legs and opened my vulva with my hands.

Leon’s semen mixed with fresh love juices oozed out of my vagina.

Despite the overwhelming embarrassment, I begged for his mercy.

“Love me again.”

Leon, looking delighted, pushed me down and claimed my lips.

In the end, I accepted his proposal just before noon.

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Authors Note

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Lord Baltfault, the Bed Yakuza, is born.

I believe it's more erotic when painful sex becomes pleasurable rather than starting with pleasurable sex. 

I intended to write something shorter, but got inspired by fan art, leading to Leon ravishing Ange. 

Since I’m not adept at male-targeted erotic writing, and mostly read and write from a female perspective, this happened.

Originally, this was supposed to be an R-18 novel from Leon’s perspective, but I changed to Ange’s for better quality.

I planned to write only this, but fan art inspired me to add a few more chapters. Please wait for a while.

Postscript:

Special thanks to Amanda Kenny and 阿洛 for creating fan art of this chapter’s erotic scenes. 

Amanda Kenny: [link]

阿洛: [link]

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Translator Note

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This chapter has Illustration check it out in the Raw .