Ariel The L*stful Saint - Chapter 4 - Disobedient Girl

Chapter 4: Disobedient Girl

Ariel’s constant flinching irritated Leandro as he clasped her thigh with his big hand.

His hand, large enough to cover half her thighs, was full of scars. How much blood and carnage did he spill on his hands to get to where he was now?

Perhaps some of them were blood spilt from the people in her home country, the small kingdom of Shekina.

“…Where’s your mind drifting to?” Leandro looked at her with sharp eyes and muttered, lips glued to her entrance.

The air and vibrations transmitted through his lips and jaws stimulated Ariel, causing her to feel dizzy.

“Ah… there’s nothing… Your Majesty…”

“You’re lying to me. You look pretty relaxed.”

Leandro drew his lips back and immediately overlapped his body over hers. Under the stifling weight, Ariel’s lips opened wide, chest heaving up and down.

“Punishment for a disobedient girl.”

“Ah!”

Leandro pushed his shaft inside her. Her wet juice and Leandro’s saliva, which wet her delicate entrance earlier, were fortunate enough to accept his width and thickness without difficulty.

“Ah… ah… ah…”

It was as if a splinter poked her coiled flesh. Groaning softly, Ariel wore an expression of painful ecstasy, suffocated by the large manhood pounding her mercilessly.

Ariel let her head down and gasped.

“That’s the look I like,” Leandro said.

The more she struggled in pain, the more delighted Leandro’s face became. The face of the two gradually became wet with sweat.

“Ha… unngh…”

How much deeper did he have to go for her insides to fully accept his length? Ariel, who was unhappy with his reckless thrusting, moved her hand little by little and grabbed Leandro’s arm.

With Ariel’s head touching his chest, Leandro held himself up with both arms and laid his face down. As he wrapped his palm around his elbow near her chin, Leandro turned his head.

“Your Majesty, a little slower…”

“Are you in pain?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. Just a little…”

Ariel’s lips quivered, face willowy and pretty. Seeing her pitifully beautiful face, Leandro moved his waist slowly—though it lasted shortly.

“Tell me where and how it hurts.”

It was a naughty question.

He was determined to hear obscene words on her lips.

Ariel opened her closed eyes and looked up at Leandro, the man crushing her down.

“Your Majesty… nngh…!”

“I didn’t ask you to call me.”

Leandro thrust his shaft deep inside her garden with a single stroke. When Ariel let out a moan amidst the whirlpool of pain before she could utter a word, Leandro smiled.

It was the moment when her insides, which had been tormented to the point of swelling, was being ruthlessly hammered. Ariel’s nail dug deep and scratched Leandro’s arm without realizing it.

“Tell me again. Where does it hurt?”

“Ahhh…”

‘Nngh! Do you really want an answer?’

Leandro moved his waist, thrusting his all inside her. His groin slapped against Ariel’s thighs and echoed in the room.

Ariel was in no state to let out coherent words. She could only twist her back as if pleading Leandro to stop for a moment while scratching his arm harder.

“I won’t stop till I hear what I want to hear.”

The pain dried up her lower part. The liquid, which was rich enough to wet the sheets, disappeared without a trace. The water inside her body felt as if it had all but dried up.

The roof of her mouth, which was dry, had been moistened with Leandro’s tongue.

Ariel shed a moanful tear.

If her painful expression couldn’t stir up Leandro’s sympathy, she intended to shake his heart by shedding a tear.

“Ah… ughuu… Your Majesty…”

As Leandro slowly pulled out, Ariel sighed in relief.

But…

That lasted for a mere moment. Leandro’s eyes twinkled before ramming his shaft to the deepest part of her roots without giving her a moment to breathe.

He thrust his waist hard, causing the bed to shake wildly.

“Ahh!”