Chapter 18: Husband, It Feels Good [M]

Without saying a word, Edmund immediately took off his shirt—wait, no! he didn’t just take it off, he ripped it apart!

Primrose held her breath, her eyes widening as the shredded fabric fell away, finally revealing his bare torso in all its glory.

She had always known her husband was a training monster because he never skipped a single day of combat practice, not even once.

However, it had never crossed her mind that his body would look like a masterpiece—broad shoulders, a well-defined chest, and a stomach sculpted with hard muscle.

Primrose swallowed hard, feeling herself grow even wetter, aroused beyond reason just from looking at him.

But what about down there?

What was hiding beneath his pants?

As Edmund pushed them down, her gaze followed instinctively, trailing lower, lower, until she saw it.

She held her breath and her body stiffened within seconds. Her eyes went impossibly wide.

If she had been holding anything, it would have crashed to the floor.

If she had been standing, her knees would have buckled.

And if she had even an ounce less dignity, she would have screamed like a donkey seeing a snake for the first time.

Except … this was definitely not the kind of snake she was used to seeing.

Because just as she had suspected, his little brother was anything but little.

Thick. Veiny. Hard as a damn rock.

Was he even human?!

Wait … technically, he was part animal.

[She looks scared.]

[She must hate me. She probably thinks I look like some kind of monster.]

A monster? Oh, he was a monster, all right.

A monster cock!

It wasn’t outrageously huge, not the size of her arm or anything—if it had been, she would have chosen death over whatever he planned to do with it—but it was still big!

Too big.

And now, she had a serious problem.

Edmund had spent what felt like forever between her thighs, licking, teasing, thrusting his tongue inside her over and over, soaking her with his saliva, making her body beg for more.

So technically …

Technically, that should mean she was ready for him, right?

If he had prepared her properly, then she shouldn’t have to worry about being split in half when that monster finally pushed inside her …

… right?!

That’s right! For the sake of her bright future, she would face that big sword with pride and courage!

“You … you’re not putting it in yet?” Primrose asked, peeking at him from between her fingers, her face burning with embarrassment.

“Not yet.”

Edmund’s hands were firm yet gentle as he pulled her legs apart, spreading her open before sliding a finger inside her wet hole. “I need to stretch you first.”

Primrose gasped, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. Did he have to say it so bluntly?!

Besides, hadn’t he already spent more than thirty minutes on foreplay? Kissing her, touching her, driving her insane with his mouth and fingers? What else did he need to do before using his damn sword?!

She hadn’t even had the chance to put her own knowledge to use yet! Wasn’t she supposed to pleasure her husband too?!

“I’m fine,” she whispered, “Can’t you just put it in already?”

“No.” Edmund answered quickly. “I need to stretch you first.”

What a stubborn man!

[Is she disgusted because I keep touching her?]

[Of course, she must be. That’s why she’s asking me to consummate our marriage right away, so I don’t have to touch her anymore.]

[But if I do that, she won’t feel any pleasure at all. I can’t let my wife suffer like that.]

He was actually thinking about that?

Most married women she had spoken to said it was their duty to please their husbands, but when it came to their own pleasure, they would suddenly fall silent, insisting that it was inappropriate for a woman to expect such things.

Because of that, her ladies-in-waiting had given her plenty of knowledge on how to pleasure the Lycan King, but never the other way around.

And yet … it turned out he actually cared about such a trivial matter.

Before her thoughts could spiral any further, Edmund slid a second finger into her drenched core.

Primrose’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in shallow pants. This time, he wasn’t searching for her sweet spot, he was stretching her tiny hole, preparing her.

His fingers moved in a scissoring motion, gently widening her, coaxing her body to accept him. And just when she thought she had adjusted, he added a third finger.

A moan escaped her lips as her inner walls felt full. Her fingers clenched the sheets, and her hips lifted off the bed every time Edmund pushed his fingers deeper.

“Nghh … Isn’t that enough?” Primrose whimpered, reaching for his arm. “I just … want to feel you, not just your fingers.”

She needed him to understand.

This adorably clueless Lycan King had a terrible habit of overthinking, and if she wasn’t careful, he’d convince himself she was suffering instead of wanting him just as badly.

It wasn’t just his tragic communication skills, he also always assumed the worst, especially when it came to her.

And how was she supposed to focus on pleasure when his anxious thoughts kept drilling into her skull?

[Is she uncomfortable? Does she hate the way my fingers feel?]

See?! That!

He always jumped to the worst conclusions!

“Husband.”

Primrose ran her fingers down his arm. Then, slowly, she bit the tip of her index finger, just enough to make his eyes darken.

She leaned in slightly, her voice taking on a soft, sultry lilt. “Your fingers are good … but I want you instead.”

As if that wasn’t already enough to drive him insane, she added, “I want to make you feel good too.”

[My wife cares about me?!]

[She’s an angel—no, a goddess!]

[How did I get so lucky?! I don’t deserve her!]

His grip on her thighs tightened as he forced himself to stay calm.

“It might hurt a little,” he admitted.

Primrose, “But, you’ll heal me if I get hurt, won’t you?”

Edmund nodded. “Yes,” he whispered, his throat suddenly dry.

“Then, please … husband.” Primrose pleaded, “Let me feel you.”

Those words alone were enough to awaken the beast within him.

Edmund’s instincts screamed at him to take her, to claim her, to make her moan until she couldn’t say anything but his name, but the fear of hurting his wife was stronger than his desire.

[If it’s too much for her, I’ll stop. I’ll pull away …]

No. What the hell was he thinking?

How could he even think of running away when he had already positioned his manhood right at her throbbing hole?!

He rubbed the thick head of his manhood against her wet honeypot, gliding it up and down, teasing her swollen clit before barely pushing inside, only to pull back out again, as if he was teasing her.

“H-Husband, please …” Primrose’s voice trembled, her eyes gleaming with frustration. Edmund had been edging her for so long that she was on the verge of tears.

[Her hole is so tiny …]

Edmund swallowed hard. “Tell me if it hurts,” he said seriously.

Primrose nodded. “I will.”

Slowly, carefully, he pushed forward, entering her inch by inch.

Primrose gasped as he filled her, her toes curling as the strange, foreign sensation overwhelmed her.

“Does it hurt?” Edmund asked, his voice tense.

[Should I stop?]

“No,” Primrose whispered. “It doesn’t hurt, but … it feels a little weird.”

His size was so much more than his fingers—thicker, harder, stretching her in ways she had never experienced before.

But there was no pain. Not really.

Thanks to his earlier efforts—his relentless licking her hole, covering it with his saliva—the discomfort was minimal. Even when he finally broke past her barrier, she barely felt more than a fleeting sting.

But the fullness …

That was new. That was overwhelming.

It wasn’t exactly pleasurable yet, but it wasn’t unbearable either.

Still, as long as he felt good … wasn’t that enough?

“You’ll feel good soon,” Edmund promised, pressing a soft kiss against her lips.

One of his hands toyed with her nipple, rolling the hardened peak between his fingers, while the other roamed over her body, mapping out every inch of her skin.

Like a serpent coiling around its prey.

[Shit, she’s so tight.]

[She feels so good …]

Primrose moaned into their kiss, her body trembling as pleasure bubbled up within her. Every time Edmund admired her in his mind, it sent a thrill through her, making her even more sensitive to his touch.

Without her realizing it, his thick manhood had fully stretched her, filling her to the deepest part of her hole.

Edmund remained still. He wasn’t just giving her time to adjust, but he needed it too.

The way she gripped him, letting out a sexy moan, was enough to drive any man insane.

And yet, instead of giving in to his instincts, he focused on her. One of his hands slid between them, his fingers finding her sensitive clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles.

Primrose couldn’t take it any longer. Her legs trembled in pleasure and a loud moan escaped her lips.

“What do you feel? Does it hurt?” Edmund’s voice sounded rough, lacing in concern.

Primrose could still hear his thoughts about his worry that he might be hurting her.

If she felt hurt, he would stop.

But she didn’t want him to stop.

Primrose’s arms moved on their own, wrapping tightly around his neck, stopping this foolish Lycan King from even thinking about escaping.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Husband … it feels good.”

[Her hole is clenching me so tightly.]

He groaned, finding it impossible to restrain his instincts any longer.

“I want to move,” he said. “Is that okay?”

Primrose hummed softly, her arms tightening around his neck. “Please … move.”

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