WBWB | Side Story 8

My mother, who had to teach her daughter these things, must have felt the same way. Now, I tried to recall her words, but nothing came to mind, and I had absolutely no idea what to do tonight.

‘What am I going to do?’

My mind was so preoccupied with thoughts of the wedding night that I didn’t even remember the ball that followed the banquet.

Late that night, as the maids helped me bathe, I was consumed by fear and excitement, oblivious to my exhaustion. I was so tense for so long that I almost wished it would all be over quickly.

Entering the bridal chamber, I saw him already bathed and sitting on the edge of the bed. Just as I was in thin lingerie that revealed the contours of my body, he was also simply dressed.

Seeing him, my heart pounded even harder. His face was stiff, suggesting he felt the same. We read the nervousness reflected in each other’s eyes. He then approached me.

“Do you know how much I’ve longed for this moment?” he asked. “How long I’ve waited for this day… When I thought you didn’t love me, the longing was so intense, I even dreamt of it.”

“…”

“Do you want this as much as I do?”

I desperately wanted to say yes, to tell him I wanted it too, right then and there, but tension choked the words in my throat. I felt as if my pounding heart would burst out of my chest if I opened my mouth.

‘I feel like I’m going to die already.’

Thinking that my heart might actually explode, I barely managed to nod. He then moved closer, close enough to touch me. His hand gently stroked my hair, and I tilted my head back. To make it easier for him to reach me, I stretched out my arms and embraced his neck and broad shoulders.

And then, we kissed.

His kiss was deep and tender, sending a tingling, almost itchy sensation that was difficult to describe. It truly tickled my heart. 

I wanted to pull away, unable to bear the intensity, yet a primal urge compelled me closer, wanting more of him. I felt myself melting, starting from where our bodies touched, spreading to my fingertips and toes. I was so focused on the sensation that I didn’t realize his arm, which had been stroking my hair, slid down my back and finally encircled my waist. 

He lifted me effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing.

Our lips, which had been locked together, parted, and when I came to my senses, I was already on the bed. He casually touched the strap of my lingerie. That alone was enough to make the thin, soft fabric slide down my body. 

Startled, I instinctively covered my breasts with my hands. It wasn’t that I hadn’t expected this, but actually baring my skin before his eyes was incredibly embarrassing. I felt my skin tingling all over.

“Don’t hide them,” he said, his hands gently touching my wrists, which were covering myself. “You’re beautiful. So beautiful it blinds me.”

I looked into his green eyes. Was I really? I knew I was intelligent, and I knew I wasn’t ugly, but I wasn’t confident in my beauty.

‘Like a queen. I want to show you this side of yourself, too.’

I had realized it to some extent when he gave me the jewelry, but long-held insecurities were deeply rooted in my mind.

Was I truly beautiful?

Could I really be the object of someone’s admiration and love?

Like a goddess?

But his gaze, his voice, filled me with a newfound certainty. Assurance that I was worthy of being loved. He pulled me close into his arms and fell back onto the bed with me. Our bodies were pressed together, and now, only the light clothing he wore separated us.

“Ha… haa… haa…”

I gasped for breath, not just from the pressure of his body against mine.

“Hooo…”

Then, his groan reached my ears. A groan to calm his arousal.

‘He’s excited too.’

The realization that he was as aroused as I was sent a thrill through me. He kissed me again, his lips molding to mine. Then, he raised himself up. My gaze followed him, and he looked back at me.

I sensed barely suppressed excitement swirling in his green eyes, which reflected my image. But those eyes didn’t frighten or scare or repel me. Because I, too, was struggling to contain my desire.

‘…I want him.’

Even without being taught, I instinctively knew what he intended to do to me, and I desperately wanted it to happen. A desire for him and me to become one.

“I wish this moment could last forever,” he whispered, throwing off his clothes.

His firm torso came into view, like a body like a marble statue I’d seen in the royal palace. A body sculpted with the utmost care by a sculptor, a body crafted in the image of a god. I gazed in admiration at his armor-like muscles and the perfect lines that flowed from his broad shoulders to his waist and abdomen.

But his magnificent body was also covered in scars. Scars that made my heart ache just to look at them. The largest one was a long scar on his side.

Looking at the scar, which resembled the trail a snake leaves on rain-soaked earth, I felt a pang of sympathy and involuntarily reached out to touch it. He flinched at my touch. Then, with a slightly self-conscious expression, he asked,

“Is it… unsightly?”

My answer came without hesitation. 

“No, it’s beautiful.” 

I meant it. 

“But… please don’t get hurt anymore.” As if possessed, I leaned up and kissed his scar. My lips traced the scar upwards, stopping at his shoulder. 

At that moment, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer, he groaned. A growl, like a beast scratching its throat, reached my ears. His lips found mine again. This time, his lips trailed from my mouth to my neck and shoulder, then down to my breasts.

“Ah!”

He took my breast in his mouth, as if swallowing a precious jewel, and the sudden, unfamiliar sensation made my back arch. I felt my pupils dilate, my body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and surprise. Unable to bear the sensation, I trembled and tried to push him away with both hands.

But what I actually did was clutch his head in my arms, pulling him closer.

“Ah, agh, hhh…!”

As I clung to him, as if pleading for more, his tongue pressed and sucked on the tip of my breast. His tongue roughly grazed and licked my skin. When his teeth left a mark on my breast, I screamed.

“Ah, ahhh…!”

Not from pain. It was a cry of pleasure, of overwhelming pleasure.

His lips moved to the other breast, leaving a sharp thrill, and then trailed down my stomach. His lips and tongue lingered for a while below my concave navel, and I crossed my legs. 

By then, I felt the cleft between my legs, a place I’d never been conscious of before, tightening, twitching, and becoming soaked. I could even feel the liquid flowing from that cleft, down the crease between my buttocks, and wetting the bed.

‘I’m so embarrassed.’

Shame at the changes in my body flooded me, making my heart and face feel like they would explode. I wanted to hide in a hole if I could find one. When his head moved lower, I grabbed his hair with both hands.

“No. It’s… dirty down there.”

“What is?”

He barely registered my words, parting my legs with his hands, which I had clenched together with all my might. Then, his gaze shifted downwards. He looked at the space between my legs as if he were looking at gold.

“Don’t cover it. I want to see you.”

His gaze fixed, he lowered his head. His lips touched me there. The feeling of his mucous membrane against me made me shudder, and I tried to close my legs, but his arms wrapped tightly around my thighs, pushing them further apart. I was spread even wider.

And then he drank me. As if determined not to let a single drop escape.