But seeing him voluntarily put on shackles, it was clear that even if they couldn’t spend a hundred years together, she would strongly occupy at least the first half of his life.

Hannah laughed softly and pointed to the terrace above.

“Look over there. He’s embracing her just like a mother bird holding her baby bird. How lovely they look.”

“?”

Casually lifting his gaze to where his wife was pointing as he received his first wine glass from a waiter, he was about to agree without thinking, “Yes, that’s right,” when he tilted his head.

Strange? Something about it seemed too… moving for a simple embrace……?

The very next moment, as soon as he realized the situation, he choked and coughed. Hannah, who knew nothing, worriedly patted the back of her husband, who had turned either deathly pale or bright red. Meanwhile, he quickly surveyed the surroundings and only let out a small sigh after confirming that the terrace where the ducal couple was located was obscured by an old tree and none of the guests had the presence of mind to look up at the sky.

“What’s wrong, Lothar?”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. It’s nothing. How about we head home now?”

Lothar, the gentle husband, couldn’t show his reaction in front of his puzzled wife and urgently pulled her away. Inside, he was cursing.

You crazy bastard, no matter how good it feels, there’s a time and place!

Marquis Bayern hurriedly left the venue, grinding his teeth and vowing to not let his friend off easy once he returned to the imperial palace after finishing the special vacation granted by the emperor.

* * *

Meanwhile, regardless of whether witnesses were secretly gossiping, the passionate relationship of the newlyweds was just beginning.

Van held Eurene’s soft lower abdomen and entered her shallowly but incessantly. Eurene let out a m*an, but Van’s fingers had entered her mouth and were stirring her tongue and inner flesh wetly, causing scattered m*ans and saliva to flow down his wrist and drop into the garden.

To the outside eye, except for slight movements buried in the dark twilight, they appeared to be nothing but an affectionate couple, so unless one had the keen eye of Marquis Bayern, it would be hard to discern the situation of their lower bodies being vigorously joined beneath the bride’s bright and beautiful dress.

Splash, splash, fl*ids from the coupling part where Van’s large member was entering and exiting splattered here and there on her white, plump thighs and underskirt, and flowed down. Due to excessive excitement, Eurene felt as if she was becoming a wet, sticky candy. Shaking his hips slightly, Van whispered in a hoarse voice.

“Haa, so good…… Eurene.”

“Ahng!”

“Can you feel it? You’re all wet down there. It feels good, right? Hmm?”

At the deeply embedded object’s texture and volume, Eurene tilted her head back, then bent forward and groaned. Even feeling too much pleasure was t*rture. The violet eyes looking down at her as she sniffled, unable to answer, glistened in the darkness.

Her pink hair swayed continuously like a delicate cosmos flower field. Joy surged in him like a boy breaking all the defenseless flowers with no restraint. His long fingers squeezed and kneaded her br*ast mounds as if crushing them. Even as his gaze devoured his new bride, his manhood continued to violate and explore her without rest. His hip movements gradually became more intense and rough.

The coarse pubic hair rubbed roughly against her delicate flesh, pushing in completely and entering again. The man’s golden hair, darkened with sweat, pressed so close that his t*sticles slapped against the white mound. With veins bulging in his neck, he now thr*st with loud wet sounds and shouted in a low voice.

“I’m asking you. Huk! Is it, good?!”

“Uung! Aah! Van, be gentle……”

“Haa. Tell me quickly. Hmm? Be good? Kuk!”

His words broke off with each withdrawal and advance of his hips. Eurene, whose vision swayed like a swing, whimpered and finally nodded while hiccupping. Tears of pleasure flowed down her plump cheeks. It felt like she might die from doing this. Though it was a summer night, it remained humid even after sunset. No, that was just an excuse—perhaps their bodies were burning up due to their increasingly intense activity.

“It’s good! I said it’s good!”

“Again.”

“It’s incredibly good…… Waaah!”

As Eurene burst into proper tears, Van, his eyes reddened with excitement, affectionately pressed against her back and licked her cheek. His thrusting changed to small, leisurely movements. As the hard manhood gently stimulated her sensitive inner walls, Eurene let out a low sigh.

Her ears turned bright red. Van knew too well where to touch and press to push her to the edge of pleasure. Eurene, who moaned as if receiving a reward and rubbed her forehead against the relatively cool railing, looked so adorable. Van laughed softly.

Let’s slow the tempo a bit. The night was long anyway.

He pulled out his c*ck completely, then entered again slowly, scraping her insides thoroughly. Like a ladle stirring thick hot soup, he rotated his hips as if to melt her, and the most pleasing sounds flowed from the small mouth he loved. He felt more strength gathering below. Despite his resolution, veins bulged on Van’s handsome forehead.

“Haah…… I can’t hold back. I’ll make you enjoy this plenty later.”

“Hm, what?”

“First, let me finish once.”

“Uh? Aaaang!”

Eurene opened her mouth and gasped. As if everything until now had been just a preview, she was driven passionately. Shaken violently, she was penetrated again and again. The noise of bodily fl*ids, flesh, and desire colliding and breaking stuck to her eardrums. The thick c*ck split and stirred her narrow inner walls. Under that beastly force, Eurene pressed almost flat against the railing, staggering before barely grabbing it to hold on. She made eye contact with the beautiful bird decorating the terrace’s bronze railing. Eurene wanted to cry. No, she was already crying. Their chaotic joining reflected hazily in the polished decoration. Van’s frenzied panting and moaning echoed, swallowing the silence. Amid the friction of flesh mixing, the sensation of hands lowering the hooks on the back of her dress came clearly.

Ah, no! We’re still outdoors!

Looking at the distant sounds and lights of the guests, Eurene urgently tried to say something but collapsed again under the stimulation, moaning. She felt too shaken to think straight. Even the firmly fixed railing seemed to be creaking now. It was almost like the passion of an animal in heat. Staggering, she finally collapsed her upper body while holding the railing. But Van, half out of his mind, instead of stopping, stepped back slightly, held her collapsed waist, fixed her posture in an ‘L’ shape, and continued the act. Violently, as if wishing their bodies could be joined forever.

“Ahng! Ahng! Haah!”

“Huk! Khuk! D*mn, I’m going crazy.”

Thud thud thud, her reddened buttocks swayed sweetly and stickily like melted ice cream. As if to wake Eurene, who had fallen into ecstasy and was swallowing her m*ans, Van slapped her b*tt—not painfully but loudly. The sight of her trembling stimulated his desire to conquer.

This woman was now truly his. Slapping her again, Van growled with his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Stand up straight.”

“Ah! Ah! It’s hard!”

“Haa, but you can’t lose your mind. You were just thinking of stopping, weren’t you?”

As if he’d hit the mark, Eurene flinched. Van smiled dangerously. That would be troublesome. He still had many things he wanted to do.

Eventually, unable to withstand Van’s offensive, Eurene’s hands slipped from the railing and she fell to her knees on the floor. As a result, his heated member slipped out, and Van swallowed a low m*an and sighed. But immediately, he tightened his grip on her waist and followed his panting wife to his knees. Then he inserted himself again, like reclaiming escaped prey.

“Haah!”

Eurene tilted her head back and let out a nasal cry. Van barked at her in a wet, excited voice. His sensual tone was so *rotic that Eurene trembled, soaked in half ecstasy and half fear.

“We’re not done yet.”

“Van, please…… Aaaa!”

“Yes, keep moaning. Come on. Urgh!”

Van thr*st with splashing sounds, spitting m*ans through his teeth. He didn’t care that his suit pants were getting dirty. His whole body felt like it would burn up, and everything—the sticky heat of the hot night touching their skin, the wet sensation of her red flesh inside, the heat, the feeling of connecting and separating—drove him crazy. It felt like he could melt and become one with her. In his reddened eyes, he saw her clutching the terrace railing like a lifeline. For a moment, he imagined himself as a carnivorous predator chasing a cute herbivore into a corner and swallowing it whole after cornering it in a cage. He burst into excited giggles. That’s not bad either. His sense of conquest surged.

With the two of them on the terrace floor, the possibility of being seen had decreased. Van now shamelessly lifted her skirt completely and admired her exposed, *rotic lower body. Even the sight of their joining, which he was busy possessing and tasting without rest. He licked his lips with his red tongue and grunted.

D*mn. So *rotic. I’m really going to lose my mind.

He felt like he would hate sharing this sight with anyone, ever. While wanting to boast to everyone in the world, his possessiveness made him thr*st frantically. Like a thirsty person gulping water desperately, he pushed upward and finally burst into cl*max. He exhaled a low “huk” and threw back his soaked golden hair. He ejaculated long and explosively deep inside her. In the bright moonlit night, the man’s shadow, like a wolf’s howling, and her slumped shadow stretched long.

Van carefully lifted the exhausted, panting Eurene and kissed her lips. His affectionate hands patted her bare b*tt and supported her back, letting her lean against him.

“Let’s wash up.”

I’ll be gentle this time.

At these sweet words, which could be either a declaration of war or a confession, Eurene made a tearful face. Would she catch a cold from this? Even too much pleasure was a problem.

The wedding night of the Duke and Duchess of Carca burned long and wetly.