The mansion of Count Burton lay on the highest point of the town. With a sweeping view overlooking the whole vicinity, and an excavated canal surrounding the estate, the grounds were immense, and the mansion stood magnificently. The former head of the family, Count Burton, had already passed, so currently, his widow was in charge. 

However, a man suddenly appeared one day and behaved as if he owned the place. The widow, for some reason, obeyed the man. He went to the mansion every weekend and immersed himself in the bedroom with the widow. The servants were aware of what was happening but pretended not to know. They all knew who he was: the man was the head of the industrial conglomerates and one of the King's four limbs, whom His Majesty sincerely acknowledged. The man had the title of a Duke, but his identity remained unclear. Somehow though, he seemed to be acquainted with the widow. 

However, one could infer that neither of them had a good relationship with the other. The servants disliked the man of questionable origin; after all, he was wealthy. But he gave the employees an exorbitant amount of money every time he visited, so no one could openly blame him. 

"...ha...ahh...mmm." 

Under the faint light of the candlestick, the bed inside the bedroom shook slightly. Gwendolyn's muffled moans escaped into the large room. Her long hazel hair was in disarray, and her captivating amber eyes were moist with tears. 

"Why don't you scream louder, hm? Show some enjoyment, dear." 

Gwendolyn bent over on all fours, shivered at the low husky voice that belonged to the naked man leaning against her. The man had a slender body and a beautiful appearance with glossy black hair. However, his almond-shaped amber eyes were icy, and a sly smile spread over his well-shaped lips. 

Gwendolyn pressed her lips together and refused to leak her voice. 

In response, the man's swollen and hard phallus thrust deeply into Gwendolyn's flower. A terrible mass of desire filled Gwendolyn's narrow space, violently assaulting it. In the beginning, Gwendolyn had fainted at the searing pain of the foreign object within her, but now there was only sweet pleasure. Conversely, her feelings inexplicably grew at the protrusion, her lower part becoming wetter and tightening around the man's thing. However, Gwendolyn desperately pretended not to feel anything; she wouldn't succumb to the pleasure. If she succumbed, then it would be his victory. 

The man had said he'd drag her to hell and make her fall. The angelic her would perish into the underworld and be captivated by the devil, becoming his woman. She desperately tried to keep her reason and refused to go per his wishes. The man clicked his tongue. 

"Stubborn, aren't you? You've always been like that. You wouldn't even budge an inch if you decided to do something." 

Suddenly he grabbed Gwendolyn's supple white buttocks and abruptly slammed into her. Gwendolyn's vision blanched at the sudden deep insertion, shocked as his member pushed into her cervix. 

"How's here? You like it?" 

The man rocked her and pushed in repeated small increments towards her cervix, the tip of his glans simultaneously hitting her G-spot.

"Hnnnn...ah...a... there...you can't…." 

They both could hear the raw sound of him striking her membrane as she clamped down on him, unwillingly to let him withdraw. She wanted to hide her ears from shame as her moans grew louder.

"Not bad. Feels good, doesn't it? You're free to admit." The man's voice whispered hotly behind her… 

She heard him groan behind her; he must also be feeling pleasure.

Gwendolyn found it hard to believe. They hated each other. But when they were this close, skin on naked skin, they somehow wound up sharing the same pleasures.

"...ah, ah, ah..."

Her thoughts were fleeting. One of the man's hands reached forward and groped at where they were joined. The man's dry fingers waded through the wet hairs and touched the unprotected marble.

"Ah! No!"

Gwendolyn's hips jerked. When he stroked the swollen bud, a numbing pleasure ran through her lower limbs, and her body relaxed.

　The man continued his play: pulling in and out as he rolled the hard bud between his thumb and index with delicate movements. Despite his rude behaviour, his finger movements were surprisingly gentle.

"No, don't do that, ah, ah...."

The intense stimulation, as if struck by lightning, came as shuddering waves one after the other, and her nectar overflowed from the depths and spilt where they were connected.

Gwendolyn could no longer hold back her voice as the pleasure overcame her capacity to control herself.

The man stroked the flower bud with the utmost solicitude while his shaft, which had settled in her inner walls, drilled into her hard and fast. It was a torturous contrast.

"Nngh, hah, ah, no, ah, no...."

Gwendolyn's vision went blank, and sparks of pleasure raked her body again. The man's body was soaked, and every time she screamed in pleasure, the folds of wetness would undulate and entwine around the man's torso.

"You like it, don't you? Tell me honestly, tell me it feels good."

The man rolled over and snuggled tight to Gwendolyn, his tongue tracing the outline behind her earlobe. Gwendolyn's eyes shut, and her body went numb. 

"No, not there, please."

She was dizzy from the overpowering pleasure; her hips trembled, and her limbs tensed.

"'Feels good, doesn't it?'

A low, rough voice came with the warm breath tickling her ear. Gwendolyn's head drooped. Her voice trembled as she spoke.

"Good.... oh, good, feels, good...."

The man chuckled triumphantly at Gwendolyn, who had succumbed to the pleasure.

"Of course it does."