14. A taste hard to resist***

"What do you want me to do?" Dereck looked directly at her and asked. 

Cecilia opened her mouth. As soon as her thought came to the tip of her tongue, she blushed and closed her mouth again.

Dereck smirked, saying, "You can't say what you want me to do, then let me rest."

"My lord." Cecilia jumped and caught his hand. They looked at each other, and she lost track of the right words. Failing to do so, she directly put his hand on her chest.

Dereck didn't hesitate to squeeze it. Expectedly, this world lacks a push-up or any brassier technology in general. Her ones were hanging under the attraction of Earth. 

It was only when his hand was sucked into them that he realized that he had underestimated them a little too much. 

On the other hand, Cecilia's body instinctively wanted to move away from his hand. However, she bit her lips and let him play with them. 

Only now did she understand what her mother had said all those years ago, "No matter their age, men can't escape the allure of women's most treasured jewels. Use them well."

"Ummm…" However, as she was lost in thought, her voice leaked out. Their eyes met, and her face became red like a plum tomato.

"I am sorry, my lord. I have done something…"

She didn't get to end her sentence before Dereck held her chin, pulled her close, and shut her lips. It was a soft peck on her lips, which was enough to make her dumbfounded.

"Listen to me." Dereck failed to control his urges and pinched her dimpled cheek. "I am not going anywhere. Do you still want me to do it now?"

She was yet to recover from her shock, but she still nodded hurriedly. 

"This will be the first time, isn't it?"

"Umm."

"It will be painful. Do you still want to do it?"

Her head was as low as it could be. She didn't expect Dereck to push her down on the bed as soon as she nodded.

Cecilia turned her face to the side, only for Dereck to turn her face towards him. He gave her another kiss, not on the lips but on her cheek. He moved on to her forehead, then on her chin, and their lips mingled again in the end.

"My lord?" The more she breathed, the redder she would become.

"Shhh…" Dereck put his finger on her lip before starting to untie her dress. However, it was hard to remove the dress while lying down.

"My lord, please let me." Cecilia sat back up. 

"Let me unwrap the gift. You should do yours." Dereck smiled and grabbed her hand before putting it directly on his crotch. He was trying to appear calm. 

Alas! After more than two weeks without action, it was already taking a toll on his body.

Dereck didn't know if it was the scented candle or fragrance sticks. But when Cecilia's soft fragrance entered her nose, and he felt her warmth on his body, his member didn't hesitate to cross the dragon gate and become the dragon.

In the evening, Cecilia was the only one who had slept soundly. Dereck, on the other hand, didn't dare to stay in the same room as his helpless prey, fearing he might gobble her up.

Dereck felt sad for her when he heard Cecilia's story from the headmaid. After all, he had done some missions previously where he had to go through a similar setup. On top of that, he felt Cecilia was just her type. So, he wanted to be extra good to her.

However, he had underestimated it when Athena said she wanted him to get accustomed to the great responsibilities that come with that not-so-obedient organ.

In the evening, he had to sit for a long time for it to reduce to a reasonable size before he left the room. Ultimately, he spent his time repairing the roof with the help of his magic and the guard.

Cecilia, being unaware of his conundrum, repeatedly tried to seduce him. She did it unintentionally, but she did. Her hand felt like it was touching a hot rod hidden under his clothes, and it was only then that she regretted it. 

"Do you like it?"

Cecilia didn't realize she was 'unintentionally' measuring up his thing. Although she was taught to use the paintings, she had never seen them once, much less touched them, and her curiosity got the best of her.

She was quick to retract her hand, but it was already too late. By then, Dereck had already loosened up the waistband. 

"Why are you hesitating now?" Dereck pulled her dress off her shoulder. Someone like Dercek should know how to remove such a complicated dress so effortlessly, but Cecilia couldn't worry about it anymore.

Under his order, she stood up so that Dereck could remove the rest of her dress. In the end, she was left with her red dudou cloth and the smaller, square-shaped white cloth covering her pubic region.

Dereck was well aware of why the lower part was white. Red was the color of prosperity, so it was normal for a woman to wear it on the first night. 

However, that white piece of white is also significant. The garments were not crafted from luxurious silk but plain old cotton, which was prone to stains. 

Older generations claim it is a test of the strength of the marriage bond, but Dereck knew better. He knew the women could only wear it on their first night of marriage and what they wanted to test.

At this moment, Dereck wasn't worried about some useless custom; instead, she was concerned about the Dudou she was wearing.

"I have underestimated you." Noticing his eyes, Cecilia was quick to cover her chest. But her slim hand failed to do so, just like the Dudou.

Dudou was a square cloth with a close sting at one end and two open strings at the opposite ends. One would slide down the close string over the head while tying the open string behind the back. It was an easy-to-remove dress for the excited men.

However, the dress had one flaw. It might suit someone like Aisha, but it could have performed better for someone like Cecilia. 

The knockers pushed against each other, exposing her side-boods perfectly by the sides. If her firm nipples had not gotten stuck to the thickened edges of the dress, it would have made a scandalous scene.

'No wonder the widows are forced to wear such a loose cloth, hiding all of their good features.' But what came out of his mouth was, "I don't blame Tigris."

Hearing his name, Cecilia frowned while Dereck continued, "If I had known you were hiding such a treasure, I would have also worked hard to make you mine."

"My Lord." Cecilia's loud voice made him realize he had just made a bad joke. "I have never shown myself to another man. I am not that kind of woman."

'I am one hundred percent sure he saw it. After all, the bathroom walls had a little too many holes in them.' Dereck had seen it while fixing the house but chose not to say it, fearing it might depress her more.

"I know. That is why I made you mine."

"You haven't." Her voice was low as she looked down. Dereck had heard it clearly.

"Whose fault do you think it is?"

She looked at him as if he didn't understand what he meant by that. Dereck raised his hand, asking, "If you don't remove my clothes, how will I do it?"

"My lord." She blushed, still came forward to help him with his clothes.

She wasn't proficient in her work, but Dereck wasn't in a hurry. 

"As you will be my concubine, you must know about it."

"Yes, my lord!" 

"I am not very good at controlling my urges." 

"My lord, you don't need to." Even though Dereck couldn't see her face, he could still see her ears turning red. "I am always ready to serve you."

"It's better that you know. I forgave you because it was your first time." 

Cecilia looked at him as if she didn't understand. And the moment of carelessness was enough for his loose waistband to fall to the floor. As soon as he took the steps, the robe, already sliding off his shoulders, fell to the floor.

Not daring to look at him, Cecilia was looking down. She first noticed the raging horn that Dereck's primitive underwear kept hidden.

She wanted to step back, but Dereck held her soldier. Cecilia already felt her body burning, but when his palm touched her shoulder, she felt a scalding effect.

"You can see it, don't you?" The whisper was the last straw. Her 'umm' sounded more like moaning than a confirmation.

"Do you realize how difficult it is to sleep next to me while reclining with a raging boner of this magnitude? What are you going to do about it?"

"My lord…" She still didn't look at him. Her legs were weak as she stared at it. She knew it would enter her body, but she hadn't expected it to be so big. 

She was sure she had seen a few wooden replicas. She couldn't remember whether they were the same size or smaller. No matter what it was, she was sure that if this thing entered her, it would undoubtedly make her bleed.

But she couldn't hesitate. She knew it was her last chance to escape the hell hole. If the young master was the one to whom she belonged, she didn't mind doing everything for him.

She gathered her courage and held his shaft, asking, "What does my lord want me to do?"

As soon as she asked, her feet left the floor, and her back hit the bed.

"I won't hold back any longer." Cecilia looked up to find the desperate Dereck. She looked down to see that his rigid member was poking at her belly.

"My lord, you don't need to hold back. I am all yours." She grabbed his wand and guided it towards her love canal.

"My lord, if I may." She could feel sweat gathering on her back as the moment started to come closer. She spread her legs, putting her legs on the side of his body, before moving the white underwear a little.

It would have been better to remove it, but Dereck knew it was a matter of her ego. So, he let her guide him.

Soon, the members aligned, as Cecilia said, "My lord…"

Dereck could see fear in her eyes as she nodded. She held his staff, and her grip tightened with each passing second.

Dereck slowly removed her hand and held both her hands above her head. Her back arched up in this position, making her milker spill out of her dudou.

"It will hurt."

"My lord!!" She was pleading.

"Don't hold it in." Dereck aligned the tip, and before pushing, he added, "I like my ladies to be active in the bed."

Cecilia wanted to say something but…