The Fruit of Immorality - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Bedroom of the Duke and Duchess of Clasis

Even though she shook her head in refusal, her pitiful motion failed to express her true intentions.

When Charles’ fingernail teased and flicked her pink nipple, the sharp pleasure that surged from the hardened nub caused Beatrice to lose herself.

“Ahh! No, stop, no, ahhh!”

“What did you say, dear?”

“Hmph! Ahh! Ugh!”

“Speak up. Tell me what you want me to do.”

As he waited for her answer, Charles slowly pulled his member out. He teased her opening with slow movements, sliding the head of his penis in and out of her.

“Haaa…”

The intense pleasure that had been building toward her climax vanished, leaving Beatrice desperate and frustrated, her reason slipping away as she cried out.

“It feels… ahh, it feels so good!”

“What feels so good? Hmm?”

Charles whispered with a smile in his voice. Beatrice, knowing exactly what answer he wanted, bit her lips hard enough to draw blood. She didn’t want to submit to him, to say such degrading words…

“…Ahh…”

But her body, heated to its core, craved the overwhelming pleasure. She cursed Charles’ slow, shallow strokes. She wanted him to go deeper, harder! Why wouldn’t he give her that? Tears welled up in Beatrice’s eyes.

“Please, ah, please…!”

“Speak up. Only then can I give you what you want.”

Beatrice, clutching the wrinkled sheets in her fists, finally surrendered.

“Your c-cock, ah, I love your c-cock. Please, hurry…!”

“Hurry?”

“Put, ahh, put it in, please…”

“Where?”

Charles traced her neck with his finger, pleased by the silk-like softness of her skin.

“Where do you want me to put it?” he asked as he slowly withdrew his penis again. The sticky sound of her flesh clinging to his shaft as it came out made Beatrice’s entire body tremble.

But Charles didn’t let her off the hook. He wouldn’t stop until she gave him an answer.

“Answer me.”

Smack! He slapped her breast, leaving a red handprint on her pale, bouncing skin.

A mix of stinging pain and humiliation flooded Beatrice. Holding back her resentment toward Charles for treating her like an animal, she teared up.

“Still can’t answer properly? Do you need more discipline?”

“No, no,” she answered, finally opening the lips she had been biting. Her trembling voice barely managed to get the words out.

“In my… ugh, put your c-cock in my p-pussy… please!”

“Good girl.”

He chuckled and then slapped her round buttocks loudly. Her shoulders flushed red with shame, but soon, when Charles thrust hard into her, Beatrice’s mind went blank.

“Ahh, ugh, ahh!”

Charles’ erratic thrusts continued as he flipped her over. As her body was repositioned, his massive cock stirred her insides, and the now-sensitive Beatrice couldn’t hold back her moans.

“Ahhh!”

Charles smiled, satisfied, as he ran his fingers down her waist. Beatrice’s body trembled with every touch.

“It tickles, it tickles…”

Even though Beatrice whined, her eyes locked with his, Charles didn’t stop. He leaned down, taking her jiggling left breast into his mouth, sucking on it as if he were a child. His other hand firmly kneaded her right breast.

The familiar rose scent of her body filled his nose, always sweet, always arousing. It drove him into even more of a frenzy.

“Mmm, hmm…”

Charles bit down on her nipple, causing a thrilling mix of pain and pleasure that made Beatrice throw her head back, gasping.

After releasing her now glossy, wet breast from his mouth, Charles stared at Beatrice’s face, watching the faint frown, her trembling lips, and the tip of her plump tongue peeking out.

“Charles… move, please. I beg you…”

Beatrice pleaded, twisting her legs around. She wanted him to thrust harder, rougher, to rub her inner walls with his cock, but the way his shaft just teased her was agonizingly unsatisfying.

“Please, honey, I beg you.”

“……”

Despite his wife’s pleas, Charles simply stared down at her, saying nothing. Beatrice recognized the meaning in his gaze. Her pride had long since eroded. She spoke words that she would usually never dare utter aloud.

“Please, use your cock to fuck my pussy. Until it can’t close anymore, please, fuck me! Make me lose my mind, I beg you…”

Only then did Charles smirk and start to move his hips. With each loud smack of flesh against flesh, Beatrice moaned with satisfaction.

“Ahh! Yes, yes, ahhh!”

As they both neared their climax, their movements became more frantic. Finally, Beatrice’s back arched into a tight curve, and the contracting walls of her vagina squeezed Charles’ cock tightly.

“Ugh!”

On the verge of ejaculation, Charles gritted his teeth and pulled back. Gasping for breath, still high from pleasure, Beatrice instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Inside, please, do it inside me!”

Her body was exhausted from the intensity of her climax, but Beatrice mustered the last of her strength to try and pull him closer. However, Charles gripped her legs, prying them off his waist.

Their bodies, once joined, quickly separated. The cool air hit his still-erect member as it slipped out.

“Please, Charles!”

Beatrice screamed his name in desperation, but Charles didn’t return his penis to her vagina. Instead, he rubbed it against her flat stomach.

Her soft skin had its own appeal, but it couldn’t compare to the tightness of her pussy. Still, he had no intention of spilling his seed into her womb as she wanted.

“You know I can’t.”

“Why…”

Beatrice whimpered, her frustration plain on her face, but Charles’ expression grew tired.

“Stop being difficult.”

The sight of Charles’ frowning face made Beatrice clamp her mouth shut. She knew her husband well after all these years. Usually kind, Charles had a frightening side that she didn’t want to provoke.

Glancing at his now-silent wife, Charles roughly stroked his cock. A moment later, thick white semen spurted from the tip, covering Beatrice’s stomach and breasts, with a few droplets landing on her lips.

Charles looked down at his wife, now defiled by his release, with satisfaction before standing up. Without a word, he left the room, heading for the bathroom, leaving Beatrice exhausted and motionless on the bed.

“……”

Bang! Beatrice gazed blankly at the firmly closed door after Charles left. She reached out and touched the empty space beside her. All she could feel was the damp sheets, soaked with their fluids. The sticky sensation against her skin made her heart feel even heavier.

In the early days of their marriage, Charles wasn’t this cold. Back then, he would lie beside her after finishing, stroking her chest and stomach, enjoying the post-coital intimacy.

But now, eight years into their marriage, Charles no longer showed Beatrice the same tenderness. As soon as he finished, he would turn away and leave, no longer staying by her side. He no longer indulged her desires.

It was as if she had become nothing more than a tool for him to release his pent-up sexual urges. Staying home all day, she was always available for him—always useful for his needs.

“Haa…”

Suddenly feeling a chill, Beatrice wrapped her arms around herself. But even with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, she still felt cold. Staring emptily into the room, she finally glanced down. She saw Charles’ semen slowly trickling down her stomach, pooling near her navel.

Hesitantly, she raised her trembling hand and scooped up the cooled semen into her palm. There wasn’t enough of it. She stared at the small amount of semen gathered in her cupped hand, her face twisted with frustration.

The more she hesitated, the more the semen dripped between her fingers. Steeling herself, Beatrice moved her left hand toward her groin. After a moment of wandering, her fingers parted the lips of her opening.

“Ahh…”

As soon as her trembling hole opened slightly, Beatrice poured the semen from her right hand toward the entrance of her vagina.

“Please, go in… please!”

She desperately tried to shove Charles’ cold semen into herself, but her efforts were in vain. The semen only dripped around the edges of her trembling vagina, never making its way inside.

As Beatrice smeared the semen around her swollen, reddened sex, hot tears flowed down her cheeks.

“Hng… hic…”

The sight of herself doing such a thing filled her with a deep sense of misery. But she couldn’t stop.

No matter how many times she and Charles had sex, not once had he ever ejaculated inside her. No matter how much she begged, he refused.

Even in the throes of passion, he would always pull out at the last moment, masturbating to release on her stomach instead. Despite their countless encounters, Beatrice had never been able to hold his seed inside her.

Salty tears mixed with the bitter taste of semen on her lips.

“Why is it so easy to swallow it with my mouth, but impossible to receive it down there?”

Muttering the vulgar words she had once despised, Beatrice stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes hollow.

“……”

With a sense of defeat, Beatrice stopped her futile efforts and let her arms fall limply to her sides. She knew very well that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get pregnant this way.

Curling into a fetal position on the large, soft bed, Beatrice looked small and vulnerable, like a young girl.