Delusion of Joy (R)

His words made her flutter as if she was suddenly swept under a powerful spell that when the man closed his eyes to let her initiate, she mirrored him, closing her eyes and kissing his lips.

The moment their lips touched, the man passionately drove his tongue inside her mouth like a wolf who's excited to explore new territories and quickly occupied his hands with her breast. In a moment, her sensitive nipples harden from a stranger's touch.

"... Can we?"

The man released her lips from his touch, words coming out weak with the evidence of impatience. She didn't answer and looked at him surprised. Johan sighed, extending both of his hands behind her and clasping them together as if there was an invisible rope, tying it together. He leaned on her shoulder and buried his face as if practicing patience. She swallowed with difficulty as if her throat was suddenly dry.

The hot rode that stood, rubbing against her abdomen was quite a size that was questionable to be accommodated by her chaste sweet flower. But, their wedding night would not be officiated without their unity.

"Sir."

She whispered in his ears, but the man didn't say anything and stayed still as if trying to concentrate on his breathing. She moved her waist carefully, sensitive to the touch of another person.

"Don't move."

The man finally spoke, as if warning her that she wouldn't like what's going to happen if she decided to do whatever she wants.

"... I don't know why I feel so much pain. And having you here with me… it's making me crazy."

The drug was arousing his sexual desire. What would have happened if it wasn't the case? Would he still find her attractive? Would he still show her such care and kindness? Until when— she shrugged the thoughts out of her.

I can't keep on thinking like this. If the time comes that he will find out about his real feelings, I will accept it. For now, let me be happy. Let me forget for a while who I am, she told herself as she watched him closely.

I know my reality is far from this… I understand this man doesn't love me, but for now it feels like he does.

From such thoughts, tears actually fell onto her eyes. Her eyes widened and the man quickly noticed her tears when it dropped to his shoulder. He scooped the clear water into his hands and dropped it onto her head, covering the traces of tears that had stained her cheeks.

"Are you crying because I wanted to do it with you…?"

His face distorted for a second as he carefully expressed his thoughts in a hesitant tone. The hurt in his eyes as the thought of her rejecting him resonated with her. Elena too didn't want to feel rejected and there might come a time, once Johan broke into the spell of the love potion, he would.

Tears continued to fall silently. But, by contrast, he brushed them away gently with water as he scraped them off her face with his callous hands.

"Let's do it."

She spoke the most daring words she had ever told someone, yet it sounded like she was uncertain. Their eyes met immediately, sparkles were clearly seen in his eyes as if hopeful. Yet, prepared that she might change her mind.

She looked at him with her thoughts— If you wake up tomorrow, learning I have deceived you, I apologize. If I can only have this one night with you, I will forever be satisfied.

"Are you sure?"

With a profound determination, she nodded carefully, making up her mind to not regret this moment of delusional joy. At least for once in her life, she experienced how it felt to be loved. If tomorrow comes that he doesn't love her anymore, she will engrave this memory in her heart.

"I'm sorry, Princess... let me check something."

Upon his sudden change of tone, the callous hands grabbed onto her buttocks, squeezing it as if by nature.

"Are you tight down there?"

His boldness was undeniable. How can he ask a lady who just got married with such a malicious question. But, she didn't have the chance to react when the man pulled her close to him and started kissing her soft bosoms in the process. She flinched for being sensitive and a moan quickly escaped from such ecstasy.

"Ngh—Ah…"

The man skillfully began exploring the sweet spot between her thighs, placing his finger inside and gently rubbing it with such care and dedication while she, in the process, was at a loss of what to do. The warm water had already started to turn cold, yet her body felt like it was suddenly getting lit up by fire.

"Wait…"

In the irony of the moment, though he said to wait, he was acting so impatiently as he held her into his arms, caressing her underwater, making her sobbed in tears.

"... It's already hard to control myself, my lady—I know," Johan said as he nodded as if agreeing with himself. Yet, his words were not making sense and breathe heavily as if he was out of breath. After that, he did more and raised her above the water, letting her sit down onto the thick rim of the wooden tub.

The heat had accumulated from her chest to her abdomen, her soft pink folds have started throbbing, making her spread her legs in anxiousness. The man raised himself up and kissed her lips a little as wanting to distract her from the pain. Then, slowly he moved south reaching the most sensitive part of her body. He placed two fingers onto her folds, rubbing it a little. As if not satisfied with the small amount of love liquid that was coming out of her, he lowered his lips and started licking her like she was a delicious treat.

"Ah-- no…"

Clouded with the heat coming out of her, a moan escaped unintentionally. Her body felt so hot as if she was having a fever. Yet, the touch of his hands being placed on hers felt hotter as if burning.

The man spread her legs wider, seizing her ankle and placing it on the rim as continued playing with her tender folds. The sensation of him entering his smooth tongue inside of her as he licked and sucked the love liquid off of her was electrifying to the core.

The sound of their love making was echoing through the wall of that small narrow room. She grabbed onto his rock-like shoulders and her body naturally tilted back. At that moment, she was acting all by instinct.

"Jo-Johan…"

The man flinched from the sound of his name as if he was sensitive. Elena's eyes followed him, seeing that the man's ears had turned flushed. He rose quickly meeting her eyes, his pale blue eyes trembled in excitement as the erected penis throbbed painfully, kissing her violently as if he was both thirsty and hungry for a feast. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around him.

"Princess, I really like your sweet voice when you call me my name… I feel so happy."

Upon stepping out of the tub, he wrapped her with a clean towel, but had difficulty doing so as his other hands supported her body, the towel fell and he clicked his tongue.

"We don't need it anyway…"

Hastily, he walked, opening the door to the room where they were previously. The sheets were a mess due to the dirt and mud that came from her dress. Vein clawed underneath these forearms, ripping off the dirty sheet that was on the bed, unravelling another layer of clean sheet and finally placing her.

"I am done waiting… I can't take it anymore."

He pushed her down, spreading her legs wide enough for him to have access. With two fingers, he inserted it as if testing to see if he could enter her. Her sweet juice spilled as pulled his finger out and smiled.

"Elena, don't be mad. It will only hurt a little."

His words were a foreshadow of what would come afterwards.

He touched the member that had been left alone as it continued to throb and started rubbing it, a clear fluid came out. On his knees, he leaned forward, placing his throbbing manhood into her juicy entrance. There was no hesitation, in a split second, he entered, penetrating inside of her. A cramping heated pain came flooding immediately as the man thrust.

Johan groaned in suppression as started moving his hips, his member coming in and out of her as the stickly love juices ran down between her thighs. Her moist and swollen lips were once again swallowed as if he didn't want to leave it unoccupied.

"Hnnngh--"

The taste of his lips was satisfying, leading her engaged and concentrated with his smooth tongue. Johan held her waist with his big callous hands and she trembled feeling the heat of his touch as he lifted her hips slightly. Tears ran down her cheeks as the man thrust inside again, pushing his manhood all the way. The pain was immense that her eyes tightly shut, yet there was an unexplainable sentiment of pleasure mixed with the pain.

"Fuck...."

It was if he read her mind, he cussed under his hot breath. Her cheeks flushed as both of them reached their peaks, his violent thrust had subsided into a slow intentful one, not pulling as if he enjoyed being inside, wrapped in her gentle warmth.

"Elena. Look at me."

He raised his upper body, placing his hand on the side of her face for support as he whispered her a desperate favor. From his words, she slowly opened her eyes, still comprehending the reality of what occured.

I will remember this for the rest of my life, she thought, wrapping her arms around his neck. Warm white fluid dropped onto the sheets as both their bodies trembled in high ecstasy.

Johan leaned in, kissing her forehead that had traces of dampness on them. Only for a moment, he looked at her again as if he wanted to stay like that for a while. Though she wanted to look at his gentle face a little longer and appreciate the beauty of the man, her eyelids kept getting heavier and heavier…

Elena woke up on her side, suddenly feeling sore and cold at the same time, realizing that she was only covered by a thin layer of sheet and was still naked underneath. She raised herself up, the room was still engulfed by the darkness, but from the outside, the peak of sunlight had already shown through the gloomy sky.

The rain had stopped without her even realizing it. The terrible fear that she experienced during the Bowellich encounter still terrifies her whenever she is reminded that she had almost lost her life. The bruise on her right shoulder was clearly there, only now it was covered with faint kiss marks that were embarrassing to look at. Her face brightened as she remembered the moments of her first time. The man did not hesitate to touch every inch of her as if to claim he was hers, creating a faint smile on her face.

Knock. Knock.

"I brought a change of clothes. I will leave it at the door, please come out when you're ready…"

Her heart was like a light bulb that was suddenly lit up. The man at the door did not enter, his gentle footstep can be heard outside the corridor as it echoes through the thin wall. Elena quickly jumped out of the bed and headed towards the door, opening it to the view of a tray of a plain soup and freshly cut apples on the floor accompanied by a nude trouser and a pair of pants.

Covered with the thin layer of the blanket, she reached down to the tray and quickly took the tray of food in one hand while she struggled to keep the blanket up to cover her chest while carrying the clothes as well.

Forgetting to close the door, she turned around. The man who he thought had long been gone stood there at the door, eyeing her from head to toe as he bit his lips as if hunger had surged and he just suddenly realized it.

"Did you need help with that?"

The man posted a question, approaching her quickly without hearing a proper response. Elena, who stood frozen by shock, barely moved after seeing her husband now looking at her as if she was a sweet candy, wanting to be eaten.

Her initial reaction was to tighten her grip on the thin fabric, covering herself from his bare eyes. But the way he looked at her, it seemed that the fabric had become a bother where only the shadow between her legs restrained him from removing the blanket out of her.

The man clicked his tongue as he took the tray away from her hand.

"Princess… I didn't know it would be such a bad idea coming here while you're underdress like that. I'm a little worried we might fall behind schedule."

The man finally looked away, his cheeks redden as if he was suddenly conscious of what he just said and finally became embarrassed. Then, he turned towards her, giving her a quick glance and taking her hand. Elena was gently dragged towards the bed with her heart pumped with nervousness, she didn't even realize she followed the man innocently.

Without saying anything, he grabbed her bosom, his callous hands were warm above the thin layer clothes that were separating their heat. The man carefully removed her hands that were carrying the clean clothes and kissed her lips easily as if it was a casual greeting.

"Even now, I still can't believe the Princess is here with me…"

His fluffy words were creating butterflies in her stomach, she too could believe she would be there with him to share such a passionate night as well as to experience such a fluffy moment like this one at the moment.

The man leaned in towards her, his eyes trembled with flaming desires as look fingers started playing with her already excited nipples.

"... Can we?"

He said, smiling mischievously yet, in desperation at the same time.