FBS - Prologue

My vision sways as if it’s about to collapse at any moment.

It’s because of the violent force of the man behind me, who’s holding my shoulders and waist, thrusting his lower body up aggressively. The dress I was wearing had long since slipped off my body and lay on the floor like a snake’s shed skin. The man’s dark work boots, trampling on that ivory dress, felt particularly cold and sharp.

It was as if they signified my trampled purity.

“Ah, eugh... hngh...!”

Unrefined, panting breaths escaped through my clenched lips. Even though I wanted to block them, I couldn’t bear it when the man’s thick, hard cock, matching his large build, pierced and entered me.

As if further aroused by the suppressed moans escaping my lips, the thrusting of his hips became more violent.

“You seem to bite better than last night.”

“Heuk, ah, ang!”

“Were you that hungry just from being empty for half a day?”

The man’s low voice, laced with laughter, melted into my hearing, but I had no energy to pay attention to each word.

I lifted my head towards the dressing table I was barely holding onto.

In the spotless, clear mirror, I could see my round breasts shaking and, behind me, the man’s solid chest firmly in place. With a height approaching 190, he was too tall for me to see his face. But I felt like I knew what kind of expression he was making.

“Too... strong, slowly... hngh!”

“Strong? While you swallow my cock so deliciously.”

The man’s tone, as he chuckled, was so blatant it made me frown. His large hand caressed my thigh before suddenly lifting one of my legs to rest on the dressing table. At the same time, he wrapped his arm around my lower abdomen and pulled me back sharply.

Because of that, his manhood, already filling me tightly, went even deeper, hitting my womb.

“Rosen, you should look in the mirror.”

“Heuk, ah!”

I couldn’t understand how he could tell me to look in the mirror while shaking my body so violently. My vision swayed, and my mind became a jumbled mess. In the midst of it, seeping in layer by layer, was the pleasure I had become addicted to because of this man.

Thump, thump, thump. The dressing table shook as if it would collapse from our sex. Nevertheless, seeing that he didn’t hesitate even for a moment, it seemed I was the only one worried that the noise might reach outside.

“Haah, I’m going crazy.”

“Heuhng, euhng, ah...”

“Why do you chew so well, huh?”

He spread my buttocks and stimulated my perineum. It was my weak spot that he had discovered last night. I had tried hard to hide it, but perhaps he noticed just from hearing my trembling moans, as he relentlessly touched only that area.

I leaned my upper body over the dressing table and shook my head.

“Heuk, no, stop...”

“You know very well, don’t you? That the person I wanted to put a wedding dress on today was, keut, you.”

A fact I desperately wanted to ignore.

A fact I wanted to reject at all costs, even for my mother who would be happily preparing for the ceremony in the next waiting room.

“Bite my cock tighter. That way, I can fill you with my seed.”

“Ah, too... big, euhng...!”

Barque, who had chuckled at my seductive whining, buried his face in my shoulder and bit down on my goosebump-covered skin. Indeed, his tenacious and vicious side, worthy of being called the Emperor’s mace, never disappeared even during sex. A shiver ran down my spine at the sensation of his tongue licking the spot where his teeth had left a mark.

How did things end up like this?

There was no time to ponder it deeply. Right now, I just wished this sex would end as quickly as possible. Because soon, a servant would come to deliver the news I dreaded most.

“Squeeze your breasts.”

“Heueuk...”

“Hurry. Do you want me to suck on them again?”

Last night, even after the sex ended, the man didn’t let go of my breasts. As evidence, the violently heaving breasts reflected in the mirror now were stained with hickey marks. It was a great relief that they were in an area covered by clothes; otherwise...

But it wasn’t a situation to feel relieved about now. My nipples were swollen to the size of fingernails and hurt even when brushed against fabric, so if I was tormented any more, it would bother me all day.

I couldn’t possibly go around with a frown on such a good day.

In the end, I had no choice but to lift my trembling hands and grasp my breasts. As I cupped them so that the mounds protruded plumply as he desired, the man’s sinister smile deepened.

“Rub your nipples.”

“Heu, shi, no...”

At the blatant urging, a refusal escaped my lips before I could stop it. Then, the man, who had been pounding into me roughly enough to crush my buttocks, paused.

The sound of his tongue clicking brushed past my ear, and then the man lightly embraced my body and spun me around. In an instant, my legs were spread wide as I sat on the edge of the dressing table, revealing my glistening, soaked crotch.

Along with that, his face finally came fully into view.

Straight, thick eyebrows, sharp eyes like a wolf’s, a high, almost slippery nose, and a firm mouth. Instead of curves that would give a soft impression, the many sharp lines on his face directly revealed the man’s cold nature.

He was drenched in sweat, probably from the heated piston-like movements he had been making earlier. Intense desire surged within his flashing blue eyes.

As I took in the man’s face, the blunt head that had briefly slipped out seemed to touch my vaginal opening again, and then it thrust all the way in to the root in an instant.

His neatly styled black hair didn’t even become disheveled despite the violent thrusting. When that hair suddenly jutted forward in front of my chest, my sharply erect nipples had already long been sucked into his mouth.

“It hurts, ah, euhng!”

“You’re whining while leaking so much seed.”

He gripped my thighs tightly and thrust his cock, as thick as a child’s forearm, deep between my legs. Ah, really, it felt like I was going to die. They say the difference between pain and pleasure is just a hair’s breadth, and I felt that strange saying acutely in every moment my body collided with the man’s.

The man’s tongue teased my nipple as if sucking on something sweet. I leaned back against the mirror, letting out ragged breaths. The mirror was too cold, and the man was too hot. Caught between extremes, the chaos grew more intense.

The man’s thick cock, nestled amidst the dark forest of hair, showed no sign of diminishing even after thrusting into me countless times. Befitting his physically demanding profession, even his lovemaking seemed tireless.

I knew all too well... even the state of his stamina, something I truly didn’t want to know.

His taut testicles slammed against my wide-open thighs, painting red marks. From my shoulders to the inside of my thighs, the evidence of his ardent passion, imprinted where no one else could see, was as vivid as a painting.

Suddenly, there was a knock, knock, at the door. Startled, I grabbed his shoulders, and the man chuckled softly, as if enjoying my clinging.

“Ah, uh, what do I do, heuk, someone’s here, ah!”

“I’m not opening it.”

“Please, please stop...”

The unexpected visitor must be the attendant. If the attendant were to discover him and me like this, today’s wedding would end in chaos before it even began. No, before that, the attendant would likely be caught in Barque’s strong grip and have their head lopped off.

“Kiss me.”

He didn’t seem rushed at all, leisurely moving his hips as he thrust his face forward. To end this quickly, I had no choice but to force my mouth open and stick out my tongue.

Two moist tongues intertwined stickily as he adjusted his grip on my legs. It was a move he always made right before a spurt of intensity.

“Ah, ah!”

The more forcefully he pounded inside me, the more fluid dripped down below the dressing table. His manhood, piercing through my legs, was already soaked and messy with frothy liquid.

I could only cling to him like a doll and whimper. My mind flickered hazily. Finally, he gripped my buttocks and thrust deeply into me with a forceful “thwack.” It grazed the most sensitive spot, and I, too, shuddered, reaching a dizzying, breathtaking climax.

“Eueu, heut...”

The man let out a satisfied sigh, seemingly pleased by the sensation of my inner walls tightening around his cock with my orgasm. He ejaculated thickly inside me and lifted his chin.

It was a moment before his tongue flicked and his lips overlapped mine. Smack, smack. He rubbed his elegant nose against my cheek, savoring my lips to his satisfaction.

“Just because I’m getting married today doesn’t mean anything will change between us.”

He soon moved slightly and whispered as he rubbed his lips against my earlobe.

“I’ll still come to you at night, so don’t lock your door.”

“......”

“Answer me.”

“Yes... yes, Lord Barque.”

He let out a derisive chuckle at my polite address. His strong hand gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze firmly.

“Not that title anymore.”

“......”

“You called me that all night yesterday, why the pretense?”

It was too obvious what he was referring to, and my lips trembled. But knowing he wouldn’t let go until I said the desired title, I swallowed dryly and had to open my mouth.

“Yes... Father.”

Here, now, bathed in the bright sunlight, was the sacred wedding hall where the ceremony for the man before me and my mother would take place.