The Duke's Masked Wife 2: The Prince's Outcast Bride
Chapter 115: Closer (5)

Chapter 115: Closer (5)

Warning! Mature content.

Penelope thought she was prepared for the pain she would suffer, but she wasn’t.

Pain struck her from the moment Tyrion penetrated her, and continued the more he moved.

Penelope closed her eyes, trying to keep calm as she got through what should be the hard part. Though she didn’t want to cry, her eyes filled with water.

Tyrion stopped moving when he noticed her discomfort. He kissed where her tears fell.

"I’m sorry," Tyrion apologised repeatedly.

Tyrion never liked the rare times he saw Penelope cry, and he didn’t like it even more now that he was the source of her pain.

Tyrion remained still so as not to bring her any more pain, and when it seemed that Penelope could not adjust to him, he started to pull away.

"No," Penelope said, stopping Tyrion. She had not made it to this part just to stop now. "I can handle this much."

"You are crying," Tyrion pointed out.

"Wouldn’t you if something large was inside of you?" Penelope asked.

Tyrion chuckled. "Right. I’m sorry."

"Stop apologising," Penelope said, not wanting Tyrion to feel that it was his fault. "It cannot be helped that it feels like this. It is not so bad when you stay still for a long period like this. It is better."

Penelope wiped her tears so she wouldn’t worry Tyrion anymore.

She could tell just from looking at him that he did not like the discomfort she felt.

Penelope moved her hands from his shoulder to palm his face. "I am fine. It is almost over, isn’t it?"

Tyrion shook his head. "No," he answered. "There is still a little left."

Penelope’s eyes widened.

How was there more to him left?

How was she able to take all that he was?

"No wonder it is so painful," Penelope muttered. "I want it over with," she decided.

Going slow was torturous. Penelope needed it to be over with so they could reach the part where it was said she would feel like she was floating on clouds.

Tyrion didn’t think it was a good idea, but Penelope was so determined that he knew he couldn’t convince her to take it slowly.

Tyrion did as Penelope wanted, and with one final thrust, he was almost completely inside her.

Penelope’s hands were on his shoulder again, digging into his skin. When her hands slipped, Penelope accidentally created scratch marks along his shoulder and back.

"I am sorry," Penelope apologised, moving her hands from his shoulder. "I didn’t mean to."

Tyrion lifted Penelope’s hand to kiss it. "I know," he replied. "Mark me as you like."

While the scratches couldn’t compare to what Penelope was enduring, Tyrion would allow her to make any bruises to pass some of her pain onto him.

Tyrion remained still once again, allowing Penelope to decide when she was ready for him to move.

Tyrion wanted nothing more than to move since she was unbearably tight. It wouldn’t be long before he spilt his seed inside of her, but it was too soon for this to happen.

"Penelope," Tyrion said through gritted teeth. His right hand was balled into a fist.

Like Penelope, Tyrion was inexperienced. He only had stories from the men he spoke with or what he overheard to help him during these moments. Some of it came naturally to him, but he couldn’t have predicted how good it would feel inside of her.

"You can move," Penelope allowed Tyrion.

It wasn’t to the point she couldn’t bear it anymore, and all she wanted was for him to replace the pain with pleasure.

Tyrion felt relieved to hear she was ready since he couldn’t stay still anymore.

Penelope winced when he pulled out of her, but did not share the same feeling when he penetrated her again. There was still some discomfort, but the more he moved, the more she got used to it.

Penelope gasped, her mouth falling slightly open when he filled her again. She felt all of him inside of her, bringing on a feeling like he had knocked the air out of her body.

Penelope clung to him, her nails deep into his skin each time he thrusted to fill her with his length.

Tyrion kept a slow, steady pace since he was still worried about hurting Penelope. He wanted to make sweet, passionate love to Penelope first before he scared her with everything else he wanted to do.

"Tyrion."

Tyrion leaned down to kiss Penelope after he heard his name leave her lips in a sweet cry. He wanted to leave marks all over her body so in the morning, she would be reminded of all of where he touched her.

Penelope wrapped her legs around Tyrion’s waist and continued to hold him close as he sucked at her skin.

Penelope gasped, completely overcome with pleasure each time he entered her. Her body moved without much thought to meet him each time he entered her.

It was hard to fathom that something which had been so foreign to her and had her crying before Tyrion could now feel this good.

The fluttery feeling inside her came upon her again after she heard him moan her name.

All that Penelope felt against her skin was Tyrion’s warm body and his breath tickling her before he left another mark on her body.

Penelope pulled Tyrion closer so his face was buried in her chest.

"I can’t," Penelope started to say, but she couldn’t finish her sentence.

The earlier feeling was back, but this time, it was far better. She was almost certain she felt Tyrion throb whilst he was inside of her.

Penelope was the first one to climax, but still clung to Tyrion as he was yet to finish.

Penelope was surprised by his sudden change in pace for a moment, and only when he slowed down did she realise that he had ejaculated inside of her.

Her body felt sticky due to sweat.

Penelope matched Tyrion’s slow movement as he joined her in settling down from all the pleasure and excitement they both felt. It had ended far better than it started.

Though Tyrion stopped moving, he was still nestled inside Penelope. His seed filled her, and what couldn’t remain inside of her fell on the blanket beneath them.

Tyrion continued to keep his weight off of Penelope. He was happy to see that there weren’t any more tears in her eyes.

Tyrion soon pulled out of Penelope, watching her shudder..

Tyrion finally had what he was yearning for, but he was not satisfied yet. He was ready to go again when he saw her skin with the marks he made and her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.

"There is still some energy left for you," he said, carefully pulling Penelope up.