Chapter 104. The Welcome Banquet

Enoch approached me like a predator eyeing its prey.

I swallowed dryly and retreated, but when he called me in a languid, seductive voice, I froze in place.

“Ellen.”

“……!”

“Come here.”

He extended his hand to me and commanded. I rolled my eyes, unsure of what to do, and when Enoch gently urged me, I took a step toward him without realizing it.

“Good girl. Come on.”

“……”

It felt like he was treating me like a puppy. Feeling somewhat irritated, I stomped toward the bathtub and plunged into the bathwater, making a big splash that even reached Enoch’s head.

Caught off guard, he chuckled in disbelief and blinked several times to clear his wet vision. Then, he wiped his face with his palm and approached me without hesitation.

“You’re being prickly.”

He naturally wrapped his arms around my waist. His wet appearance exuded an even more sensual atmosphere.

As he pressed closer, his er*ect c*ck poked my lower belly. Startled, I struggled, but Enoch held me tighter. He grabbed my b*ttocks with his large hands and whispered in my ear.

“You should get used to this by now. Don’t you think?”

…I wanted to say that it wasn’t something one could easily get used to, but I thought it was too obscene, so I kept my mouth shut. Perhaps thinking I was embarrassed and had no answer, he chuckled and kissed my cheek. It was a cute kiss, contrary to his shameless hands kneading my b*ttocks.

His hands then began to caress my body softly. As his skilled touch relaxed my tension, I felt weak. My breathing grew heavier. I looked up at him with a troubled expression.

“Not here…”

“This place is made for this.”

“……?”

“Look around.”

Following his words, I glanced around the grand bath. Only then did the presence of the mirrors become clear again.

…No way.

“Ah…!”

At that moment, Enoch lifted me up. My thin silk gown clung to my body, soaked with water.

Enoch carried me to the mirror. Our reflections were clearly displayed in the large full-length mirror. His muscular, masculine body and my slender, small frame seemed even more contrasting.

I knew we had a significant size difference, but seeing it in the mirror made it all the more shocking.

“How is it?”

“How… what…”

Enoch asked mischievously, and I stammered, my mind going blank. My gaze kept drifting to the intimidating er*ction between his legs. It was hard to believe that such a large thing had entered my body. It felt like the term ‘pierced through’ was accurate.

“If we do it while looking in the mirror, Ellen.”

“Ah…!”

His hand slid down and delved between my thighs. He rubbed my p*ssy lightly and then pressed the tip of his finger against my cl*t, stimulating it. His wrist moved in circular motions.

“Aren’t you curious about how it would feel?”

“No, not at all― Ugh.”

He turned me slightly and captured my lips. Hot breaths mingled, and thick saliva exchanged. His persistence in chasing and binding my fleeing tongue was almost frightening.

“It’s a waste not to use a place like this. Don’t you think?”

“No…”

He sucked on my lips, making a loud smacking sound, then changed positions so my front was reflected in the mirror. He lifted my waist with one arm.

As my feet dangled in the air, I gasped in fear and stiffened. His calloused fingers plunged into my now wet hole, one after another, until his middle, index, and ring fingers were all inside. He moved his wrist up and down, thrusting them in and out.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Overwhelming pleasure surged through me, making me shake my head and cry. Moans escaped my mouth without pause. He brought me to the brink of ecstasy with just his fingers. The sight of him fingering me and my helpless pleasure was reflected in the mirror.

“Hng…”

As I reached climax, my vaginal walls convulsed, and a copious amount of juices gushed out. My waist and hips twitched involuntarily. My thigh muscles spasmed, and my legs trembled. Enoch gently set me down and suddenly knelt.

He grabbed my hips with both hands and buried his face in the sparse, fine hair between my legs.

“Ah, Enoch…!”

I fumbled, unsure of what to do, and at some point, I found myself gripping his black hair and moaning.

Even this shameful scene was vividly reflected in the mirror. I closed my eyes, unable to bear it. I had never experienced anything like this and was unprepared.

“Ah…!”

He sucked loudly, making wet sounds that echoed throughout the bathroom. He was utterly engrossed in the act, showing no shame.

The overwhelming pleasure made my nerve endings prickly. Heat pooled in my lower body. I desperately wished for this humiliating situation to end soon.

“Hng…”

Finally, the heightened sensitivity exploded, engulfing my entire body. I trembled, my legs gave out, and I stumbled. My breathing was erratic, as if I had just been pulled from the water.

Enoch looked up at me with a mischievous smile. I wanted to snap at him, but no words came out. I could only whimper and gasp.

He rubbed his cheek against my thigh and asked in an overly affectionate voice.

“Did you like it?”

“……”

When I didn’t answer and turned away, Enoch smirked knowingly and stood up. He rubbed his thick, veiny c*ck against my groin.

“I like licking you all over.”

“……”

“Tastes good. Sweet.”

He pulled me close and lifted one of my thighs.

My embarrassing position was reflected clearly in the mirror. His massive c*ck pushed into my wet p*ssy, sliding halfway in. He thrust shallowly for a moment before burying himself to the hilt without warning.

“Ah…!”

“Ha…”

He exhaled deeply and kissed my cheek while thrusting fast and hard.

“Ah, ah, ah…!”

“Why do you feel so good? You’re so beautiful…”

“Hng, ah…”

“Yeah, you like it?”

He whispered dirty words as he moved closer to the mirror. He turned me around so I could see his thick c*ck thrusting in and out.

“Look, it’s eating it up so well.”

“You’re a real pervert…”

“Thanks for the compliment?”

When I closed my eyes tightly to avoid looking, Enoch growled and bit my ear. Meanwhile, his thrusting didn’t slow down at all.

“Open your eyes. You need to see.”

“Hng, no…”

“You need to see whose c*ck is going in and out of you.”

He licked my earlobe and muttered fiercely. Unable to resist his insistence, I opened my eyes and saw his thick, veiny c*ck moving in and out of me. It felt like my senses were being violated.

“Hng, hng…”

I could feel the thick veins on his c*ck scraping against my inner walls. Every time he thrust in, my lower belly bulged out in the shape of his p*nis. It was surreal to see such a large thing inside me.

“Too deep, I feel like I’m going to die…”

“You won’t die. You took it all last time too.”

He pressed on a spot on my lower belly. A jolt of sensation shot up to my head. I trembled and shook my head wildly. It felt like I was going to lose my mind.

“I’m scared…”

“Don’t be scared, it feels good.”

“Hng…”

There was no reasoning with him. Talking to him felt like talking to a beast, not a human.

He bit my neck hard and thrust madly, making my legs dangle in the air.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

As I screamed incoherently, fireworks exploded in my head. The overwhelming sensation from deep inside sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body. My whole body tingled, and my vision went black as my eyes rolled back.

“Huh, huh…”

“Ha, d*mn… Just now…”

I had truly reached my limit. It felt like I had briefly experienced how one could die from overexertion.

Enoch hugged my trembling body tightly and ej*culated deep inside me. His swollen c*ck twitched and spurted s*men, filling me up. It felt like my lower belly was being filled to the brim.

“Whew…”

He came for what felt like an eternity. When he finally pulled out, the excess s*men dripped out. There was so much that it ran down my thighs.

“Such a waste, right?”

“……”

I didn’t answer. I just wanted to rest. But Enoch was not someone who would be satisfied with just one round.

Sure enough, he carried me to the bathtub, plunged us in, and began rubbing his still-er*ect c*ck against my b*ttocks.

“Just one more time.”

He kissed my lips and tangled his tongue with mine. His gl*ns prodded my hole and eventually pushed through the water.

Feeling him fill me up again, I clung to him, whimpering. The pleasure he gave me was intoxicatingly good, yet I was scared of how it was changing my body.

* * *

After being tormented for a long time in the grand bath, I finally emerged to find that the sun had set.

Wearing a satisfied smile, Enoch returned to his room, and I was left in the hands of Jasmine and the maids.

My body felt heavy and tired, but I had to prepare properly for the welcome banquet tonight.

“All done, Your Highness.”

I had dozed off while getting my makeup and hair done, but Jasmine’s low voice brought me back to my senses. My reflection in the mirror came into view.

My light brown hair was neatly braided and pinned with golden clips. I wore a teal dress made of fabric as thin as dragonfly wings, cinched with a gold-embroidered lace belt. I had white opal earrings and necklace, and white silk gloves that reached my elbows.

The overall look was stunning and perfectly coordinated.

Smiling in satisfaction, I stood up, and a maid approached with a crimson cushion holding my shoes.

The shoes were made of cowhide covered with white satin, adorned with lace, pearls, and diamonds.

The maid placed the shoes before me, and I carefully lifted my dress and slipped them on. They fit perfectly and had low heels, making them comfortable to walk in.

Fully prepared, I thanked the maids and stepped into the hallway.

Jasmine followed closely behind, her lips pressed together as if stifling a laugh.

Curious, I glanced at her and asked quietly,

“Is something amusing?”

“Pardon? Oh, well… The servants of Evitern Castle are very surprised to see Your Highness.”

“Surprised?”

“Yes. Didn’t you know? His Grace is only gentle when he’s with you.”

“……?”

Enoch, gentle? I couldn’t relate to that at all, and I frowned slightly. Jasmine, sensing my confusion, elaborated.

“Our Grand Duke is usually very irritable and sensitive. Being a natural-born warrior, anyone who stands before him is quickly overwhelmed by his imposing presence. So, whether at the Winter Palace or here at Evitern Castle, those serving him were always on edge.”

Jasmine’s eyes sparkled like stars as she continued.

“But since Your Highness arrived… he’s shown a surprising amount of kindness. Of course, only to you. So, it’s no wonder everyone is amazed. The maids at Evitern Castle keep asking me about your romance, and it’s quite bothersome.”

“……”

I blinked silently, unsure of what to say. I couldn’t tell her the truth—that his kindness was due to a love spell. So I just smiled quietly.

Jasmine, interpreting my smile in her own way, seemed delighted and smiled brightly.

Letting others remain under their misconceptions left a bitter taste in my mouth, but there was no other way. All I could do was stay by Enoch’s side without causing trouble and treat his people kindly.

Jasmine’s eyes shone brightly as she looked at me. It wasn’t just the maids, others likely felt the same… They probably harbored goodwill toward me.

It pricked at my conscience. I felt like I was forcing myself into an ill-fitting role. When the love spell eventually wore off, how would Enoch feel about me pretending to be his wife…?

I just hoped there wouldn’t be any side effects that made him hate me.

Imagining his warm, honey-colored eyes filled with hatred and staring coldly at me… Just the thought made it hard to breathe.

* * *

The welcome banquet was surprisingly grand.

There was a famous orchestra playing, and a dance floor was set up on one side of the Great Hall.

The food was perfect and abundant. Chicken, pheasant, duck, swan, turkey, beef, pork, lamb, rabbit… There was an endless variety of meats and fish, and dozens of desserts.

I picked at the roast pork on my plate, feeling burdened. Enoch, noticing I wasn’t eating properly, tried to feed me himself, drawing curious glances from everyone.

I used the excuse of feeling bloated to set down my utensils and sipped wine, ignoring Enoch’s nagging. He was seriously talking about supervising my meals from now on.

Feeling exasperated, I shook my head, and a noisy scene caught my eye. At a table to the right, knights were engaged in a drinking contest.

‘Hmm…’

The drinking contest quickly spread to our table, like wildfire.

The knights dragged Enoch into it, and Enoch, determined to outdrink them all, joined the fray.

I watched the men with a mix of exasperation and amusement.

The loser of the drinking contest had to reveal a secret, and it escalated to a knight confessing his love to a maid.

The maid, receiving the drunken confession, coldly rejected him with a look of disdain, and the heartbroken knight ran out crying.

“What a mess.”

Enoch sneered coldly and downed his drink. If the drinking contest was a mess, he was the strongest drinker there. It was astonishing how he remained sober despite drinking so much. He didn’t even turn red.

Watching Enoch, who was inhumanly strong against alcohol, I suddenly remembered that I could hold my liquor quite well too.

…If Enoch and I had a drinking contest, who would win?

If I won, could I uncover one of Enoch’s secrets?

My curiosity, like a tiny spark, grew bigger and bigger. Honestly, I was more eager to see Enoch drunk.

After some contemplation, I impulsively moved to sit in front of Enoch. He looked at me curiously. I poured wine into my glass and proposed,

“Would you like to have a drinking contest with me, Your Grace?”