Chapter 238: Chapter-238

The horse vendor’s face lit up when he saw them approach. He nodded with an enthusiastic smile and said in a cheerful tone, “Wow, beautiful lady! What a brilliant choice! Try my horses—they’re the best around here! Smooth riders, well-trained, perfectly safe!”

Hearing that, Heena’s smile brightened as she turned to look at Larus and said, “Hubby, can we try it? It looks fun!”

Larus, on the other hand, was controlling himself very carefully. His legs were pressed completely together, his head was lowered, and his face was completely red as he said in a soft voice with a nasal tone, “No… I’m hungry. Can we eat first?”

Hearing that, Heena looked at him with slight concern and said, “Oh really? You should have said so at the start. But how about we ride quickly and then go eat something? It’s just a short ride—”

Larus literally trembled slightly as he grabbed her sleeve, his breath coming out slightly ragged as he controlled himself and said desperately, “Please, wife… let’s go eat. Now. Please.”

Hearing that, a cheeky smile flashed across Heena’s face as she finally understood what was happening.

She sighed dramatically and said, “Oh my, fine. As you wish, dear husband.”

Then she turned to the horse vendor and said apologetically, “I’m really sorry, but we need to eat first. Maybe later. Thank you anyway.”

Hearing that, he just sighed good-naturedly, waving his hand in understanding. “No problem, no problem! Come back anytime!”

As soon as they were away from the vendor, Larus—still trembling slightly—pulled Heena quickly through the crowd.

Even though they were in the middle of crowded streets, Heena just followed him with growing amusement.

They walked quickly until they reached a quieter side alley, away from the main market traffic.

The noise of the crowd faded to a distant hum.

Seeing this secluded spot, Heena looked at him innocently and said, “Aiya, why are you pulling me, hubby? We still need to see more of the market—”

But her teasing was cut off when Larus pressed her gently but firmly against the alley wall, his breathing heavy, his face still flushed that deep red color.

His eyes were slightly hazy with need as he looked at her and said in a strained voice, “Please…”

Heena looked at him with that same mischievous grin and said innocently, “Please what, dear husband? What exactly do you need?”

Heena’s grin turned wicked, slow and predatory, as she watched her husband crumble right there in the shadowed alley. Larus’s knees buckled hard against the rough wall, one hand clawing at the stone for balance while the other fisted her sleeve like a lifeline. His face burned crimson, eyes hazy and glassy with overwhelmed pleasure, lips parted on ragged, desperate little gasps. The low, filthy buzz of the vibrator buried deep in his ass hummed louder now that she’d cranked the remote in her palm, pressing relentlessly against his prostate. Beneath his simple cotton pants, the metal chastity belt kept his cock locked tight and aching—trapped, leaking, completely denied. The tiny iron nipple pinchers she’d clamped on him that morning bit into his sensitive buds with every shaky breath, sharp sparks shooting straight down to his caged length.

“Please…” he whimpered again, voice wrecked and breathy, forehead dropping to her shoulder as his thighs trembled. “wife—wife—please… it’s too much… I can’t—ahh—”

“What please, hubby?” Heena purred, voice low and teasing as she stepped in close, pressing her body flush against his. One hand slid up under his white shirt, fingers tugging lightly on the chain connecting the cruel little clamps. Larus jolted with a choked moan, the sharp sting blooming into heat. “Tell your empress exactly what you need. You wanted this honeymoon so badly. Use your words, sweet boy.”

Larus shuddered violently, the vibrations ripping through him in waves. “Please… let me touch you… let me taste you… I need you, wife—fuck, I’m losing my mind…”

Heena’s laugh was soft, delighted, and she kissed him once—quick, possessive, claiming his mouth before spinning them so his back was fully to the wall. She shoved her long printed frock up around her waist, the short pyjama shorts underneath quickly pushed down and kicked aside. No underwear. Just bare, slick heat. She guided his trembling hands to her hips, then threaded her fingers into his dyed-black hair and pushed him down to his knees right there in the alley.

“Good boy,” she whispered, voice husky. “Now worship your empress like you mean it.”

Larus didn’t hesitate. He buried his face between her thighs with a broken groan, tongue dragging hot and desperate through her folds, lapping at her clit like a starving man. The vibrator in his ass kept pulsing mercilessly, making his moans vibrate against her pussy with every lick. Heena’s head fell back, one hand braced on the wall, the other tightening in his hair as she rocked against his mouth.

“Fuck—yes, just like that,” she gasped, grinding down harder. His tongue pushed inside her, fucking her in shallow thrusts while his nose rubbed perfect circles over her swollen clit. The iron nipple clamps tugged with every movement of his chest, sending fresh sparks through him. His caged cock throbbed uselessly against the metal, dripping steadily onto the dusty ground between his spread knees.

Heena rode his face shamelessly, soft moans spilling from her lips as she chased her pleasure. “You’re so good for me, hubby… eating my pussy like the desperate little toy you are… all locked up and buzzing for me while anyone could walk by and see their empress getting her cunt licked by her pretty husband.”

Larus whimpered loudly into her, the vibrations from the toy and his voice pushing her closer. His tongue worked faster, sucking her clit between his lips, two fingers sliding up to push inside her wet heat and curl just right. The stretch made Heena cry out, thighs tightening around his head.

“That’s it—right there—don’t stop—” She came hard with a sharp gasp, pussy clenching around his fingers, flooding his tongue with her taste. Larus kept licking her through it, greedy and obedient, until she was trembling and oversensitive.

But she wasn’t done with him.

Heena pulled him up by the hair, kissing him filthy and deep so she could taste herself on his tongue. Then she spun him again, pressing his chest to the wall. She reached between his legs from behind, palming the front of the chastity belt where his denied cock strained painfully. With her free hand she yanked the remote and turned the vibrator up even higher.

Larus sobbed, hips jerking uselessly. “wife—please—I’m gonna—”

“Come for me,” she ordered, biting his earlobe hard. “Hands-free. Just like this. Show me how much you love being my locked-up little slut on our honeymoon.”

The combination hit him like lightning—the relentless prostate milking, the cruel pinch on his nipples, her hand teasing the cage, her voice in his ear. Larus came with a strangled cry, cock spurting helplessly into the metal prison, cum leaking out in thick pulses around the edges and dripping down his thighs. His ass clenched rhythmically around the buzzing toy, whole body shaking as the orgasm tore through him without any relief for his trapped length.

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