Chapter 12.4

“Boris, you really…”  

She twisted her slender leg and slid it between his. Her knee brushed against his lower body, and she immediately felt his entire frame stiffen.  

For a moment, his face hardened, his expression almost terrifying.  

Even though it was just a light touch, the presence she felt was undeniable.  

Livie, despite her boldness, was the one who ended up surprised.  

“Oh my…”  

She let out a small gasp.  

‘This is too much.’  

What had I just touched? What was that? 

Livie’s mind went blank as she tried to process what had just happened.  

That… that couldn’t be real, could it? Something that big… something so intimidating that it felt like it could split me apart…  

She had felt it before, of course.  

When he pressed against her through their clothes, when he carried her exhausted body into the bath, and when he entered her…  

Each time, she had caught glimpses of it. Even then, it had seemed impressive, but tonight, it felt terrifying.  

It seemed larger than usual, like it had grown somehow. 

Was there some kind of magic that made it bigger as he aged?  

After all, Boris wasn’t exactly an ordinary person. Maybe there was something different about him.  

As Livie’s thoughts raced, Boris’s lips curled into a dangerous smile.  

“Yes, that.”  

He grinned wickedly, taking her hand and placing it directly over the bulge in his pants.  

Through the fabric, she could feel the heat and shape of it clearly.  

“I… I…”  

It felt alive—no, it was alive—but the sensation was overwhelming. Her body, already overheated, became even more sensitive to his touch.  

“It’s yours, Livie.”  

Boris guided her hand, moving it gently against him. His eyes fluttered shut as he let out a shaky breath.  

Livie, experiencing this for the first time, opened her eyes wide in shock.  

“What… Boris, you…!”  

Overwhelmed by the situation, Livie could only let out a stammered response, but Boris’s hands didn’t stop. Even though she was tipsy and her thoughts were clouded, she knew exactly what this was. That only made her more shocked.  

He had never directly asked her to do something like this before. He had always been the one to take the lead in their actions.  

But now, in this moment, he was guiding her hand to touch him, pressing it against his body. The situation was unbearably intimate, and Livie didn’t know how to react.  

“Ah… uh…”  

Her hand neither pulled away nor moved boldly. Instead, she froze, unsure of what to do.  

Meanwhile, Boris’s movements grew faster. His half-lidded eyes stared at her, his gaze heavy with an intensity that made her heart race.  

“Do you like it?”  

The answer was obvious—his question was rhetorical, dripping with confidence. Livie could feel the source of his self-assurance all too clearly.  

Her palm began to feel damp as warmth spread across it. Yet, even with that, his desire showed no sign of diminishing.  

“Boris, Boris…”  

Livie called his name in a trembling voice, almost as if she were on the verge of tears. Her voice caused his eyes to flicker. Any trace of reason had long since disappeared, leaving only raw, unfiltered emotion.  

Before she could say anything else, his lips captured hers in an urgent kiss.  

At the same time, the last piece of her undergarment, its loosened ribbon hanging precariously, was finally pulled away by his hand.  

Livie could only watch, dazed and unable to resist, as her body trembled beneath his complete control.  

Boris slowly aligned their bodies, his movements deliberate and precise. The vivid sensation made Livie gasp deeply, her breathing quickening as she tried to steady herself.  

With her legs spread apart, Boris loomed over her like a tyrant, his gaze unwavering as he looked down at her. Instinctively, Livie closed her eyes, unable to hold his gaze any longer.  

A large hand gently rested on her closed eyelids.  

“Livie.”  

Even as he called her name, she didn’t open her eyes. She had already steeled herself, ready to accept whatever came next. After tonight, after this moment…  

She would truly become his wife.  

The Duchess of Edrach.  

Acknowledged by the King himself, she would officially be Boris’s wife, the Duchess of Edrach. There was nothing to fear.  

“I… I’m fine, so…”  

Her voice trembled as she spoke, sounding pitifully weak. The boldness she had shown earlier had completely vanished, leaving behind only her vulnerable self.  

“Livie.”  

He called her name again, his voice almost tender, as if he were trying to soothe her. Yet, there was an underlying danger in his tone that sent shivers down her spine.  

Out of instinctive fear, Livie squeezed her eyes shut even tighter. If she just kept her eyes closed and waited, everything would be over soon.  

“Look at me.”  

“…”  

“Hmm? Livie. Tonight is… our official wedding night.”  

His words made her clench her eyes shut even more.  

Then, something wet touched her eyelids.  

Boris had begun licking her closed eyes like a dog.  

“What… what are you doing?”  

Startled, Livie blinked her eyes open and stared at him in disbelief. Boris finally smiled, his lips curling up in amusement.  

And in that moment—  

“Ah!”  

Livie let out a sharp cry as he entered her in one swift movement.  

Her body trembled violently as he filled her completely, her legs shaking uncontrollably.  

Boris remained still for a moment, as if giving her time to adjust to his size.  

But no matter how many times she experienced this, it never felt like something she could fully adapt to.  

“Haa…”  

Livie looked up at him with trembling eyes.  

“Hngh!”  

Suddenly, Boris withdrew almost entirely before thrusting back in deeply.  

“Ah… ahh!”  

The force and speed of his movements increased, each thr*st hitting deeper inside her.  

“Mm… Boris… ah!”  

Livie clung to him, her breaths coming in short gasps. She bit down on his shoulder in an attempt to steady herself, but he showed no signs of stopping.  

“Please… stop!”  

Her desperate cry filled the room, but Boris didn’t let her go.  

Instead—  

“Huh?”  

Livie’s eyes widened as she suddenly found herself lifted into the air.  

When she regained her senses, she realized she was now sitting face-to-face with Boris, their bodies still intimately connected.  

“…”  

The sight before her made Livie swallow hard.  

The explicit view of where their bodies were joined was far too vivid. Not only that, but the bulge in her stomach made it clear just how deeply he was inside her.  

It was as if she had swallowed a massive snake.  

In this position, Boris wrapped his arms around her waist and began moving again, pushing even deeper into her.  

“Ahh… mm… ahh…”  

Livie’s soft m*ans escaped her lips as Boris kissed her deeply once more.  

As he sucked on her lips and nibbled gently, his lower body moved with unrelenting intensity.  

The pleasure surged through her, reaching the very tips of her fingers and toes.  

Each time he thr*st into her, her chest bounced against his, adding to the overwhelming sensations.  

“Mm… ah… mm…”  

Eventually, his movements stilled, and she felt a familiar warmth spreading deep inside her.  

Boris collapsed against her, his strength momentarily spent. Livie, too, lay limply against his shoulder, her body trembling slightly as she tried to catch her breath.  

Their official wedding night was finally over.  

Or so she thought.  

“Livie.”  

“Mm.”  

“Are you sleepy?”  

“A little…”  

Her voice was soft and whiny as she responded.  

“But…”  

“Hmm?”  

There was something unsettling about the tone of his voice.  

“I’m sorry.”  

“For what?”  

“It’s not over yet.”  

His voice, now thick with desire, sent chills down her spine.  

“Wait… wait…”  

It seemed her insatiable crow of a husband didn’t understand the concept of “enough.”  

“I can’t wait.”  

“Eek!”  

At least, by her understanding, the stories she had overheard from the village women didn’t include this.  

Whenever the wives gathered in groups, they would pass the time by sharing tales of their nights. Livie had always listened with a calm expression, pretending not to be affected.  

One story in particular stood out to her—the tale of a husband who fell asleep immediately after finishing his “business.”  

But Boris was different.  

Despite enduring the entire day of their wedding ceremony, he showed no signs of stopping after just one round.  

“Blame me all you want.”  

Boris climbed on top of her again, capturing her lips in another heated kiss.  

Her body, already flushed and sensitive, responded to him once more.  

“You… you…”  

As Livie panted heavily, her eyes fluttering shut, she suddenly heard a familiar sound near her ears.  

Flap.  

It was the sound of something soft and large unfolding in the air.  

At the same time, a breeze brushed against her face, tickling her skin.  

‘Wind…?’  

Confused, Livie slowly opened her eyes.  

And there it was.  

“Why is that…?”  

Before her, a pair of massive wings unfurled.  

The jet-black wings were larger and more imposing than she had ever seen them.  

Despite the spacious room, the wings seemed to fill it entirely, their sheer size overwhelming her.  

“I’m sorry.”  

As the wings flapped, another gust of wind brushed past her.  

“Why… why now…”  

Livie stared at the sight before her, her face blank with shock. A wave of fear washed over her.