'Ahn!'
Her body jumped in shock and the sudden upsurge of pleasure.
Ernest continued to thrust in without waiting for Amber to catch her breath as her back arched. His lovemaking was fierce and angry, giving Amber a terrible feeling of oppression similar to her first time. But her shameless body responded to him.
'Ah~ no~ ah~ ah~'
Though she wanted to tell him to stop, they only sound that emerged from her mouth were sweet moans.
The bed squeaked obscenely as Ernest moved inside her. Amber felt assaulted by the sweet pleasure that was accompanied by pain. She shook her head from side to side to make him stop.
'No, ahn~ '
'I'm the bad one.' Ernest said as he put his hand through her hair silky straggly hair, and kissed her wet eyelids. (Zuben: Well it is ultimately you and Matthias' fault)
She wondered when she had begun to cry.
She looked at him in teary-eyed puzzlement.
'But no matter how much you dislike it, I can't let go of you.' He said before he took her kiss, robbing her of breath causing her chest to tighten.
But she really could not stay.
Amber tried to hug him but remembered that her wrists were tied.
'Ernest, please…take it off…ah'
'If I take it off, you will push me away.'
'That…' Amber was hesitant to answer, but he took her hesitancy as an affirmation of his words.
Ernest continued to thrust into her, moving around indecently. He bit her neck, she grasped the sheets over her head trying to mitigate the fear the sprung up in her heart.
'Ow! Oh~'
Ernest licked the area he had bitten, Amber felt wrong for feeling the pleasure that surmounted her pain. She could not understand herself. She wanted to run away from these emotions. She used her heels to kick her body up the bed but Ernest grabbed her narrow waist and pulled her back unto him, hard.
'Ahh~' she cried out, caught in a strong wave of pleasure as he reached deeper into her with his maleness. She spasmed deeply around him.
'Ah, no~ no more~'
She wasn't aware of what she was saying any longer, but words of refusal emerged amongst her moans of pleasure.
Every time he thrust against her, his chest rubbed against her hardened crimson nipples. His pelvis pushed painfully against the engorged bud that had emerged from its hood.
She was in a state of pleasure-pain. But it was impossible to stop her hips from swaying lewdly against Ernest.
'Amber, don't refuse me.'
The rhythm of their skin colliding filled the room. It brought up sweet pleasures beyond the pain.
'Please, Amber.' His voice was trembling against Amber eardrum, making her feel strange. His hot breath caressed her sensitized skin as he said, 'Please, do not try to leave my side.' (Zuben: Maybe telling her the truth so she comes out of her funk might help. Don't you think?)
Ernest chased Amber with deep pleasure. She was hot and felt like she was going to lose her mind, but she felt like she wanted to cry.
'Ernest…' she called, but she did not know what to do. What could she do or say to stop his heart from hurting?
'Amber, I beg you, all I need is you.'
If he wasn't under the effects of the love potion, how happy would Amber be hearing this?
But she had long regretted it. Why had she used the love potion? She regretted it every time Ernest showed his affection. She felt she had made a foolish mistake, allowing Matthias to coax her into using the potion. She had made a pathetic choice.
'Ernest…Ernest…' she cried out his name. Though she thought to cry would not solve anything, she could not help the tears the overflowed. Ernest kissed the tears away and kissed her. She tasted the salty tears on his lips.
Her thighs began to convulse around him, and her legs began to kick the air again and again. (Zuben: She's having a fit). Ernest held her tightly as her back bowed. Her slender waist trembled as
she climaxed, her honey pot spasmed furiously around his meat stick desperately seeking something.
'Amber…' he cried out hoarsely as he ejaculated his hot white stuff deep inside her.
It felt like a long time, Amber felt that the amount of spirit the left inside he would spill from their junction. Her body trembled as she moaned faintly. But his cock, buried deep inside her, did not reduce its tumescence. He was still hard.
'Not yet…'
'Hmm?' she answered dozily as she blinked softly at him.
Ernest pulled her up so she was sitting astride him like that night in the secret room.
'Oh~ ah~' she moaned as he pierced deep inside her. She rocked against him in pleasure and discomfort. Ernest put her tied arms around his neck and held on to her waist.
'I'm making sure it stays in your womb.'
What is Ernest saying? Amber wrinkled her eyebrows in confusion. (Zuben: When will you ever understand what Ernest is saying? When?!)
His large hot hands held on to her waist as he said, 'I will never let you go.'
He was dripping with sweat as he kissed Amber' red and swollen lips. At the same time, he lifted Amber and pulled her down onto his meat stick till the base. She could feel him high up inside her.
'Oh~ ah~' she cried at the continued to plunder her. Each time the white fluid was pushed up into her, it made an audible obscene sound.
Although her brain did not believe him, her heart was full of joy. Stuck with a feeling of gloomy inferiority, she was still happy in her heart. She felt torn by these conflicting feelings.
So for this moment, Amber let her body be rocked. She closed her eyes forgetting reality and escaping into the sea of sweet pleasure