***

Velenus wasn’t at the palace today. 

Feeling her nerves more than usual, Grace closed her eyes tightly and willed herself to relax. 

‘There was nothing to be nervous about.’ 

She just needed to carry herself as she always did – calm and collected. Whether her husband was present or not shouldn’t make any difference. The king and queen were still at the palace, and Velenus would return tomorrow. 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she muttered to herself, chuckling softly as she sat in her room. 

‘Cayetan? My husband’s younger brother? Was that really enough to make me so tense?’

It struck her then how much she had come to rely on Velenus’ comforting presence. The discomfort she felt in his absence was proof of that. 

The day passed without incident. Grace spent her time as she always did – quietly in her room, reading and attending to her duties as Crown Princess. Even the Queen had dropped by, probably out of concern, and they had a pleasant chat. 

It had been a quiet, ordinary day, now drawing to a close. 

“Turning in early tonight?”

The maid asked with a playful smile as she helped Grace into her nightclothes.

“Yes.”

“This will be your first night sleeping alone since you arrived here. Won’t it be a bit lonely?” 

“That’s true,” Grace said with a faint smile. “It will be.” 

“Well, sleep well, Your Highness.”

“Thank you.”

As the maid left, Grace moved quickly to lock the door securely, her movements deliberate. The room was quiet and seemingly peaceful, but the subtle unease that had been with her all day refused to dissipate. 

A faint shiver ran through her as she double-checked the window latch, making sure it was securely fastened, before finally settling down on the bed.

‘I’m just being overly sensitive.’

Unpredictable as Cajetan was, he wasn’t completely reckless. At the very least, he knew better than to cross the line openly. He was aware of boundaries, even when he was pushing them dangerously close.

Grace stared at the ceiling and let out a deep, measured sigh. She needed to calm her racing mind. Nothing would happen tonight. Nothing could.

‘Nothing happened,’ she told herself firmly.

The door was locked, the window securely bolted. The room was her sanctuary. Grace concentrated on the dark expanse of the ceiling, silently wishing the unease would fade. Finally, she closed her eyes, hoping for a quiet night of peace.

***

“Mm…”

Her whole body felt strange – tingling, overheated and unbearably flushed. A dull pain pressed against her br*asts, and a burning sensation coiled deep in her p*ssy.

“Ugh…”

Grace’s eyes fluttered open, her vision still blurred, and the first thing she focused on was a pair of piercing blue eyes.

“Ah, you’re finally awake, sister-in-law,” a voice said, shaking her to the core.

‘Sister-in-law.’

The moment she recognised the voice, she panicked and tried to scream. But before a sound could escape, her lips were trapped in a fierce kiss.

“Mmph! Mmph!”

“Don’t struggle.”

Cajetan murmured darkly, his voice deep and threatening.

“You’ve already got it all – right down to the roots.”

“Mmmph!”

Grace’s muffled cries were useless against his overwhelming presence, leaving her feeling utterly trapped and powerless.

At his words, her gaze instinctively dropped, revealing her broad, trembling thighs and tightly compressed lower body. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

“Ah, sister-in-law.”

Cajetan murmured, his voice dripping with depravity.

“It was satisfying even when you were asleep, but now that you’re awake – it’s even tighter. Ugh…”

“Ugh, ugh, ugh!”

Grace whimpered, her voice shaking with despair.

Cajetan, who had been moving at a slow, agonising pace, suddenly thrust deep into her. Her body, sensitive and burning with unwelcome heat, began to tremble and tighten involuntarily.

Despite her best efforts to resist, her mind struggled to comprehend the horrifying reality of what was happening.

With a wet, crunching sound, the hardened p*nis withdrew, only to thrust deep again with a force that took her breath away. 

“Ugh! Yes!” 

“Spread your legs wider, sister-in-law. Damn… don’t squeeze so hard. I feel like I’m going to lose it.”

The low, resonant voice came close to her ear, its tone dark and commanding. 

Her cheek throbbed where it was painfully pressed against the hand that silenced her screams, while a searing heat radiated through her p*ssy, overwhelming her senses. 

The whole situation was surreal.

‘Could this really be Cajetan? Or was it possible that Velenus had returned in the middle of the night?’ 

Grace’s eyes widened, searching the darkness for answers, but the piercing blue irises staring back at her left no doubt – they burned with unmistakable intensity. 

“Ugh!”

She whimpered as the rough, invasive sensation sent chills through her body. The obscene, wet, sticky sound of movement filled the silence of the room. 

The sheer size, the intensity – it was incomparable to Velenus’. The raw, unrelenting pressure was something else entirely, alien and terrifying. 

Velenus had never thrust so hard as to make such loud, slapping noises. He had always whispered soft words of love and moved slowly during their intimate moments.

“Don’t scream, sister-in-law. But moan as much as you like.”

Cajetan whispered in her ear, his grip on her br*ast tightening. The bed creaked, mingling with the lewd, crunching sounds. As the hand covering her mouth slowly withdrew, his large p*nis thrust deep into her inner depths.

“Ah!”

Grace’s body jerked, her back shaking slightly. It was as if sparks had burst before her eyes.

“Sister-in-law, does this feel good? Hmm?”

Cajetan’s ragged breath poured thickly over her skin, sticking to her like heat, while his teeth nibbled at the edge of her ear. A faint warmth spread from his fingertips as they circled her hardened n*pple.

“Ah, no, ugh! Eung…”

“No. You keep biting my d*ck like that when you’re sleeping.”

“Hwaaang!”

Cajetan thrust deeply, as if he knew every sensitive spot inside her. Each stroke that brushed against her rough inner walls or pressed firmly into her depths sent a shockwave of tension through her abdomen, causing it to clench tightly.

“You’re sensitive here too.”

His fingers slipped between her damp thighs to press against the swollen nub. An unfamiliar wave of pleasure swept through her, making her thighs tremble and her hips instinctively arch.

“Ah… ah!”

As a moan escaped her lips and her head tipped back, Cajetan’s teeth grazed her neck, sending a shiver through her body. Her hypersensitive inner walls burned with intensity, acutely registering every movement of the p*nis that filled her completely.

Grace let out a cry, a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. This was completely unfamiliar – nothing like the gentle, tender nights she had shared with Velenus.

No, this was something she was never meant to experience – a pleasure so overwhelming it consumed her completely.

What frightened her most was that he was causing these sensations – Cajetan.

As Grace gripped the sheets tightly, her trembling hands were taken and guided to wrap around his neck, binding her to him in ways she could barely comprehend.

“Sister-in-law.”

He pushed her to her limits with unrelenting fervour, his hands twisting her sensitive n*pples in ways that made her flinch and squirm. Her resistance only seemed to spur him on, driving him to thrust deeper and harder, reaching the very depths of her being. 

“Ah, ahng!”

“How charming, sister-in-law. Are you going to bite me again like last time?”

His voice was laced with a coarse undertone as he brushed against her wet, eager entrance, which welcomed him without hesitation. 

Her body quivered with shame as he entered her slowly, as if to imprint his presence deep within her, only to withdraw abruptly.

The silence of the room was shattered by the loud creaking of the bed, echoing the intensity of their movements.

“No, no, ah!”