How to Tame My Beastly Husband

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 8. Innocent

This chapter has been re-worked by Regan, we have picked up the novel from chapter 64

The pressure building inside her was terrifying. It felt as if her belly was going to burst, trying to accept all of him. Feeling her entrance stretch around him, Annette was afraid he might rip her open. Panting, she clutched at the sheets. Immersed in incredible pleasure, Raphael pretended not to notice as he began to rapidly thrust.

“Uhhnnn! Ra, Raphael, a little, slower!”

As his thick gl@ns entered and rubbed against her wet inner channel, dull pain and strange pleasure twisted together inside her. Tears filled her eyes as Annette’s hands reached automatically for him, but Raphael mercilessly captured them, pinning them down on the bed. His hips moved faster, his thrusts more demanding.

His thick p3nis stabbed inside her, and Annette’s vision flashed white. Her breath panted as he began to target the same weak spots he had discovered earlier.

Raphael was just as lusty now as he had been in her last life.

But the pain was almost gone. The feeling of his big c0ck stroking over her sensitive places felt so good, it was unbelievable. Rapidly, Raphael began to f_ck her inside, plunging all the way to her w0mb. Whenever he thrust deep to her furthest recesses, moans burst from her mouth.

“Haa, ahhh, ahhh!”

Again and again, his huge p3nis pierced into her. Her inner walls reacted to the onslaught, clamping greedily around him. She could feel his thickness, the shape of the thing that was p3netrating her. A gutteral noise sounded in her ear. Raphael was excited, and growled like a male beast as he pushed himself deeper inside her.

“Uhhh!”

Annette’s eyes went white. Her first org@sm from penetration was building, and her body quivered as she exploded, so intense that she could barely breathe. As her hot insides wrapped tight around him, Raphael lost his mind. Frantically, he shoved himself inside her.

With her insides so relentlessly stimulated, Annette thought she was going to die. Sobbing, she twisted her body to escape, but Raphael caught both her hands and pinned them down onto the sheets. Clutching her beastly husband, she cried, struggling with this terrible pleasure.

Grabbing her ass, Raphael thrust his p3nis all the way to her depths. Even as he was ej@culating, he didn’t stop, continuously stroking her insides with his deep thrusts, the wet smacking sound of their joining filling the bedchamber.

Raphael withdrew. Having relieved his lust once, he meant to immediately turn her over and do her again. He liked looking down at that pretty, doll-like face, though seeing her wet eyelashes and the marks of her teeth in her lower lip made him feel oddly uncomfortable.

But the moment he moved to turn her over, he scented blood. Instinctively, Raphael searched for the source of the smell and found it. His sharp eyes widened.

Blood was flowing between Annette’s legs. Her golden pubic hair was darkened with their love fluids and reddened with blood. Since he had used his mouth to prepare her, he didn’t understand why she would be bleeding now.

Unless what she had said was true.

Had she really not offered herself to Ludwig, hoping to become Crown Princess? She actually didn’t seem like a vulgar woman. And realizing this, Raphael’s eyes shook violently in shock and confusion. All thought of having her again vanished.

But Annette couldn’t see the changes in his heart, and she closed her eyes in dread. Raphael was a virile man, who had never been satisfied by doing it only once or twice. He was a bestial creature, who wouldn’t release her even if she cried and tried to crawl away. He would drag her back and mount her all over again from the back. She was sure he was going to do it at least once more.

What should I do? It’s starting to hurt…

In the middle of the act, she hadn’t noticed because of the pleasure, but now that it was over, the pain inside was getting worse. As she had feared, the first time was always painful. And Annette was worried about what he might do if she refused him. Cautiously, she looked up at him.

But Raphael didn’t immediately begin another round. Annette was puzzled until she saw that his gaze was fixed between her legs. The moment she saw his trembling eyes, Annette understood what had happened. Only now, he had realized that her words were true.

Silently, Raphael released her and slid off the bed. This too, was different than usual; subdued. Instinctively, she realized this was her opportunity, and quickly seized the chance to make him reflect on his brutish behavior.

“I told you, didn’t I?” Annette asked plaintively. “It’s too much…”

The moment he heard her voice, the muscles of his back went rigid. He had already been feeling guilty. Hearing her resentment just made it worse.

Raphael’s eyebrows lowered and bit his tongue to restrain the apology that had almost escaped. Before lowering himself to apologize, though, he had to understand what had happened. Had she really been falsely accused? With one charge disproven, Raphael was left in a terrible confusion.

Fortunately, all his hatred for Bavaria was there to fill in the gaps. The sight of her blonde locks made up his mind. Bavarias were cunning people, with ice water in their veins.

“All right,” he said coldly, reminding himself of all these facts. “I admit you did not give yourself to Ludwig. But that’s all.”

Immediately, she understood what he meant.

The accusation that she had already slept with the Crown Prince was actually not that meaningful to anyone but her husband. She and Ludwig had nearly been engaged at the time, and Annette really had been on the verge of becoming Crown Princess. So even though the charming noblewomen of Deltium liked to gossip about it, the talks of the engagement had been sufficient for everyone to look the other way.

It was a different charge that had destroyed Anne’s future. But wisely, Raphael didn’t speak of it. It was a secret that only the three families involved knew, and judging by the reaction of the guests at the wedding, it seemed that secret had been well kept.

It’s still too soon to tell whether that one is true or not, Raphael thought icily, and turned his head. It was only to see the response to his words, but he immediately regretted it.

The sight of her was so arousing. Her naked body still showed all the evidence of their love affair. Her cheeks were as white as a porcelain doll’s, and flushed, blooming like flowers. The sight of her br3asts peeking through her long blonde hair was enough to make all his blood rush downward. The sight of his own s3men flowing between her legs stimulated him unbearably, a mixture of their fluids, pink with virgin blood, lewd and erotic. But the worst of it all was her eyes, looking at him from this picture with such innocence.

“Raphael…?”

Annette couldn’t imagine the thoughts that were going through his mind. Thoughtlessly, she called him, wondering how she could disprove all the other charges against her, but she was confused by what she saw in his face when she lifted her head.

Why is he looking at me like that?

Maybe he wants to do it again after all…

Annette trembled at this possibility. The pain between her legs was too great to even think of doing it again. And with no way to prove her innocence on the other charges, now was not the time to explain it to him.

The most important thing right now was to somehow reach the excited Raphael.

“Raphael,” she said, small. “It hurts, it hurts so much inside…can we stop for now?”

Once again, his gaze shifted doward, and at that moment, as if to punctuate her plea, another red droplet streaked down her white legs. Raphael’s face hardened at the sight. Turning, he strode out of the bedroom.

Slam!

The door banged shut behind him. Based on the force with which he shut the door, Raphael must be very angry. Annette was so startled, she couldn’t even scream; her hand just leaped soundlessly to her heart. That terrible habit of slamming doors definitely needed to be fixed.

Raphael, already long gone, was unaware of Annette’s censure. Striding down the hall, he tried to empty his mind of her, but it wasn’t working.

Fucking Bavaria! Damn Annette Bavaria…

The image of his naked wife flashed behind his eyes. He couldn’t get that beautiful, sexy vision out of his head. His s3xual desire had not abated. It rose hot and fast in him, urging him back to her. Even if she was crying, even if she was hurt, it would feel so good to crush her slender body beneath him and indulge himself until he was finally satisfied.

Raphael didn’t understand why he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

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Editor’s Note: In advance of the public service announcements about how not all virgins bleed: yes, that is true. But some of them do. Carry on. |･ω･|ゞ