Chapter 2: fervor
Despite the heavy traditional wedding attire, it couldn't obstruct the rising body heat felt between Timothy and Sylvia. Through the silken robes, Timothy's hand kneaded Sylvia's soft chest. After a while, he decided that the robe was affecting his touch. So, he unfastened the buttons of Sylvia's wedding dress, pulling apart the disheveled collar on either side.
Covering her bare breasts was a red bellyband embroidered with mandarin ducks, like a tantalizing meal hidden behind a curtain, enticing Timothy to indulge. Oblivious to her allure, Sylvia, her eyes hazy, covered her chest with one hand, commenting, "There are pearls sewn into this, no wonder it felt uncomfortable."
Timothy, parched and tongue-tied, swallowed, his hand not touching Sylvia's chest, but her hand. Then, through Sylvia's hand, he began kneading her breasts. Although he was the one making the moves, it gave him the thrill of watching Sylvia play with herself.
Upon catching Timothy's perverse grin, Sylvia sighed lightly. She lifted her other hand, covering her other soft breast, and began kneading her own chest. Timothy, dumbfounded, paused his movements momentarily, but his left hand under hers did not stop, kneading along with Sylvia's right hand.
"Timothy," Sylvia bit her lower lip, her eyes brimming with unshed tears gazed at Timothy, soft moans escaping her lips, "Do you like this?"
He loved it to death!
Unable to contain his desire, Timothy stripped both Sylvia and himself clean. Two fingers plunged into her already wet flesh, Timothy leaning over Sylvia, biting her earlobe, asked, "Sylvia, who am I?"
Flustered by his actions, Sylvia panted and answered, "You are Timothy."
Unsatisfied with her response, Timothy intensified his thrusts, eliciting a whimper from Sylvia. Consequently, Sylvia replied, "You are the Demon King."
Timothy's fingers moved faster inside Sylvia.
"Um... um... you... you are Little Mi." Unable to resist the pleasure from Timothy's fingers, Sylvia was like a fish drowning, gasping for air and helplessly drifting in the tumultuous waves.
Timothy thought Sylvia was doing it on purpose. Even the name Little Mi came out, didn't she know what he wanted to hear?
"Halt your teasing, Sylvia," Timothy implored, his nose nuzzling against Sylvia's cheek, his voice taking on a slightly petulant tone. "It's our wedding day, you know what I long to hear. Sylvia, respond, tell me, who am I to you?"
Sylvia twirled a lock of Timothy's hair with her fingers. His body was burning hot, but his hair was ice-cold.
"You are Timothy, you are the Demon King, you are my Little Mi," Sylvia kissed the hair wrapped around her finger, her eyes locked on Timothy, uttering word by word, "You are... my husband."
Timothy's heart raced. Just a simple phrase like that could outdo any aphrodisiac in the world. He pressed close to Sylvia's body, landing a kiss on her left breast.
"I love you."
A tremor ran through his voice, perhaps a consequence of hearing the words Timothy had yearned for. Simultaneously, a surge of elation filled him. The thought echoed in his mind: Sylvia loves him, and he, in turn, loves Sylvia.
They were going to create a future filled with happiness together!
Timothy held his sizable and firm manhood, aligning it to Sylvia's wet entrance, and with a powerful thrust, penetrated her.
"Sylvia!" Timothy groaned.
Timothy: "Ah...mm..."
Sylvia let out a scream-like moan, while Timothy released a pleasured hum. Sylvia shot Timothy a reproachful look, "Slow down."
"Okay." Timothy complied. He took a deep breath and began moving his waist slowly. Each thrust met with a moan from Sylvia. Seeing Sylvia growing more and more wet, Timothy cast aside all reservations and started thrusting harder.
Sylvia, rocked by Timothy's vigorous thrusts, could only grab onto his arm to steady herself. The squelching of fluids and the undulation of her breasts filled the room with an obscene atmosphere.
"Sylvia... Sylvia..." Timothy held Sylvia close, his lower body not ceasing its entrance and exit from Sylvia. He peppered her body with kisses, leaving marks on her as if branding her as his own.
As they approached climax, Timothy jerked his body, his hands tightly gripping Sylvia's waist, pressing her pelvis towards himself to ensure their intimate parts closely fit together. Accompanied by Timothy's loud exclamation of "Sylvia," he broke through her barrier, releasing all his essence into Sylvia's womb.
Following their intimate encounter, Timothy reclined alongside Sylvia, his chest heaving rhythmically while his hand lazily traced the contours of her figure. Yet, before long, he found himself aroused once more. Casting a glance at his rekindled desire, he nuzzled into Sylvia's neck and, with a slightly pleading voice, softly murmured, "Sylvia..."
Sylvia, gasping for breath, responded, "Timothy, be gentle." He nodded and, with deep breaths, began slowly grinding his hips. Every thrust was met with a moan from Sylvia.
As Sylvia grew wetter, Timothy, no longer holding back, increased his speed. Sylvia, jostled by Timothy's vigorous thrusts, could only grab his arm to steady herself. The erotic sound of skin slapping against skin and the sight of Sylvia's breasts undulating filled the room.
"Sylvia, answer me, who am I?" Timothy demanded, still thrusting into Sylvia.
"You're Timothy, the Demon King, my Little Mi," Sylvia said, panting. She traced a cool, slender finger down Timothy's cheek. "You are... my husband."
Timothy's heart hammered in his chest. He was overjoyed. "I love you," he confessed, his voice shaky. He was finally happy. He was in love with Sylvia, and she was in love with him.
They were going to create a happy future together, weren't they? With a wicked smirk, Timothy picked up speed, his large, strong hands gripping Sylvia's waist as he thrust harder, faster.
Sylvia couldn't resist, the pleasure overwhelming. Her moans and sighs filled the room, echoing in Timothy's ears. He watched her writhe, completely under his control, completely his. And he was completely hers. In the throes of ecstasy, he pushed one final time, releasing a roar of satisfaction as he collapsed on top of Sylvia, both of them panting and gasping.
"I love you, Sylvia," he said, his voice barely a whisper. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin, his heart filled with happiness and contentment. He closed his eyes, pulling Sylvia closer to him. His last thought before he fell asleep was that he was the luckiest man in the world, to have Sylvia as his wife, his queen.
"I love you too, Timothy," she whispered back, her fingers brushing through his hair. And as they laid there, in each other's arms, they knew they had their whole lives ahead of them, to love and cherish one another. They were happy, and they were in love. And that was all that mattered.
Humming, Timothy gave Sylvia a gentle nudge with his lower body.
Sylvia was a bit weary. Her physical strength was even less than an average human woman. She hadn't slept well and had been tormented by her maidservants for most of the day. She was drowsy and just wanted a good sleep.
Timothy held her hand and placed it on his firm member, moving it up and down. Timothy, like a puppy, licked and nipped at Sylvia's neck. Determined to go another round, he couldn't let Sylvia sleep and had her whisper, "...you can enter me."
As soon as Sylvia finished speaking, Timothy's eyes lit up. He lifted one of Sylvia's legs, presenting himself in a sideways position, and thrust his phallus into the enchanting grotto once again.
As soon as he entered, the flesh cave still full of love juices and white essence wrapped around the newly inserted shaft, allowing it to thrust and collide under its containment. Timothy sucked on Sylvia's earlobe, his tongue creating chaos, and his fingers rubbing Sylvia's hardened nipples.
Pleasure coursed through Sylvia's body like electricity. She, who was already exhausted, seemed to have melted. Her body was incredibly soft. Timothy continued his movements, holding her close to him. He propped up his body and sat on the bed, stretching his long legs. The once sideways Sylvia was now sitting in his arms.
This position allowed Timothy's phallus to go deeper, and every thrust seemed to hit the womb. Timothy held Sylvia's buttocks with both hands, lifting her up and letting her drop.
Every time he let go, Sylvia would feel weightless. And every time she felt this, the flesh walls of her cave would twist around the phallus she had swallowed. Sylvia's chest quivered with each lift and drop by Timothy. Her flushed nipples brushed against Timothy's muscular chest.
Every time her nipple brushed against his chest, it was as if sparks flew, igniting the dry wood in Timothy and Sylvia's hearts, burning a fierce fire in their bodies. Timothy's thrusts were rapid, and Sylvia gradually lost her mind. She held her voluptuous breasts, one feeding into Timothy's mouth, the other pressed against his shoulder.
Seeing this, Timothy bit Sylvia's nipple. Sylvia let out a high-pitched moan, a rush of fluids escaping her, she had reached climax. Timothy seemed to have been possessed, biting hard and heavy. After one bite, he swallowed Sylvia's ample chest, as if he wanted to swallow this softness into his stomach.
The sensitivity after climax, coupled with Timothy's continued suckling on her breasts and thrusting, caused Sylvia to melt even more. "Timothy... Ah! Harder... it feels so good. Timothy's... feels so good!" Sylvia must have lost her mind, or else such explicit language would never have come from her mouth.
"Faster!" Sylvia called out, "Timothy... Timothy... do me to death, do me to death!" Timothy had never seen this side of Sylvia before. Maybe because they were now husband and wife, tonight's Sylvia, unabashedly showed her hedonistic side to her husband.
Timothy released Sylvia's buttocks, pushing her onto the red bedspread. Sylvia was going mad, so was Timothy. He thrust his phallus into her flesh cave with vigor, every thrust bringing a lot of love juice with it.
The opening was battered by Timothy's thrusting, his pelvic movements were insane, using his phallus as a spear, ruthlessly attacking Sylvia's soft spot. Sylvia's inner thigh skin was red from his hitting.
"Sylvia, Sylvia!" Timothy gripped Sylvia's chin, leaning down to kiss her.
His aggressive tongue invaded Sylvia's mouth, twining with her little tongue. The excess saliva was squeezed out from their lips, the two sucking on each other's tongues, and an erotic noise mixed with passionate gasps came out from their mouths and noses.
Above was the sound of saliva, and below was the sound of love juices.
Who knew how long the two had been grinding against each other before Timothy finally reached the peak of pleasure.
At the moment of ejaculation, Timothy swiftly pulled out his phallus. Although he was away from her cave, the pleasure was still lingering in Timothy's mind. His extracted member twitched, and the hot semen was all spurted onto Sylvia's body.
Gifts
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received Weekly Power Status
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Ranking 
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stone