Rita whimpered with desperate longing. She hadn’t known that this gentle, refined man would enjoy such vulgar words. 

But knowing he wouldn’t thrust where she wanted unless she said it out loud, she cried out through her tears.

“Your c*ck, please thrust it in, in Rita’s… Ahhh! Hngh, haaa!”

“Haah, Rita…”

Gabriele clenched his teeth and drove his hips upward. As he pounded the spot where she felt it most, Rita let out high-pitched cries while gradually stiffening her body.

“Wasn’t eating my c*ck like that enough for you?”

“Hngh, haah…!”

“After sucking down so much cum, you still want more? Rita.”

Rita’s face was flushed so red it couldn’t get any redder. She felt embarrassed, but her head, drowsy from the afterglow of pleasure, barely registered even that shame. 

Already n*ked beneath him, she looked utterly lewd. So saying something even more expl*cit didn’t seem to matter anymore.

“Mmm, I want it. Rita’s p*ssy… no matter how much of your cum it eats, it’s never enough…! Hngh, ahhh!”

Where had she learned such pretty words? Satisfied, Gabriele pounded hard where she wanted—thud, thud, thud—pushing Rita up onto the waves of climax.

“Hahhh!”

Clear liquid flowed from Rita’s eyes as she stretched her legs straight. Her nerves went numb from yet another org*sm—she’d lost count of how many. Like she’d ascended onto clouds, she couldn’t properly perceive her surroundings.

“Gabriele…”

“Rita.”

“Haah…”

“My wife.”

“…”

Rita looked at him with tear-filled eyes. The two had held their wedding ceremony not long ago. 

More than the lewd and expl*cit words, Gabriele calling her his wife while gazing at her with loving eyes made her core thoroughly soaked.

“My husband.”

Rita stretched out her trembling arms, still shaking from the afterglow of climax, and gently embraced his neck. She didn’t doubt for a moment that this would be the last for tonight.

However, instead of lying down beside his wife for the night, he slipped his arms under her waist and legs and lifted her up.

“Hngh…?”

While she looked around bewildered, they arrived at the wide-open window.

The windowsill was just the right height for Rita to lean against comfortably while standing. After Gabriele had her lean there, he wrapped himself around her back with his body.

“Hnngh…”

He buried his nose in Rita’s white neck and inhaled the scent of her soft skin. Rita leaned pleasantly against his chest, then at some point felt a hard sensation pressing against her b*ttocks. The color drained from her face as she realized what he intended to do here.

“No, I can’t. I can’t do any more. I can’t anymore… hngh.”

“You can’t? Really?”

When he stretched out his large hand to enjoy the feel of her soft br*asts, Rita’s mind began to cloud again with ticklish pleasure. When he lightly rubbed and flicked her n*pples, her body twitched as goosebumps rose.

“This part seems ready to accept mine already.”

“N-no… hngh!”

“No?”

Lowering his hand to fiddle between Rita’s legs, he pushed his fingers between her already languidly loosened folds. The membranes, not just moist but squelching wet, clamped down on his hand.

“See? This place is still saying it’s not enough.”

“Hngh, ahhh…”

Thinner than his p*nis but firm and able to bend freely, his fingers swept and pressed against Rita’s inner walls here and there. 

Rita trembled at the strange sensation, and as she tightened inside, his fingertips slid deeper and stimulated her spot with firm pressure.

“Haah, you…”

Like a sponge soaked with water, the more he stirred inside, the more fluid flowed out. At the love juices thoroughly soaking his hand and dripping down his wrist, he let out an exasperated exclamation.

“You’re truly obscene.”

He pretended to be relaxed, but in truth, just seeing the dizzying curves that formed Rita’s back view had already swollen his core to its limit. He slid smoothly into Rita’s secret place, dripping with honey.

“Mmm, hah! Ah.”

“Haah…”

The wet flesh walls, loosened and soft, wrapped warmly around his p*nis. He enjoyed the squirming texture inside her for a while, then thrust his core deeper with force.

“Hngh!”

“Can I go fast, Rita? Lift your feet higher. That way I can thrust comfortably.”

“Mmm, haah…!”

Even though Rita wasn’t small in stature, due to their height difference, no matter how high she stood on tiptoe, it wasn’t quite enough. Eventually, Gabriele lifted her by the waist again and entered deeper and deeper inside.

“Hngh, hah, ah, ah!”

Rita helplessly swayed and gripped the windowsill like a lifeline. Having already surrendered control of her lower body to him, the only thing she could rely on while suspended in midair was the window frame with its delicate decorative patterns.

When he thrust powerfully from behind, her br*asts flattened against the wall then recovered their round shape repeatedly. Rita’s moaning breaths mixed with the night air outside the open window.

“Hngh, mmm, mmm…”

“Look at this. You’re taking it so well, so why lie and say you can’t?”

“Haah…!”

Just like he’d been a quick student at learning painting, he’d also thoroughly learned her body and handled it to his taste. Gabriele moved his hips in circles, sweeping every corner—left, right, up, down—where she might feel it. Eventually, Rita began groaning again at the pleasure rising high once more.

“Hnn, ugh, please…”

At the same time, her secret place narrowed like it would suck his in. The intense pleasure created by that pressure raced up Gabriele’s spine to the back of his head. He exhaled deeply and violated her insides even more obsessively.

“Your Highness the Crown Princess.”

“Hnngh…”

“How does it feel to receive your husband’s seed while looking down on the capital?”

“Ah, mmm.”

When her vision blurred with tears that surged physiologically, the lights illuminating the capital brilliantly at night scattered dazzlingly. 

With her whole body shaking from the impact coming from behind, Rita truly couldn’t keep her wits about her.

“Do you want to paint the city looking down like this?”

“Hngh, ah. Mmm…”

Even after marriage, Rita continued her work. This was a privilege Gabriele had obtained by strongly insisting to the King and Queen, allowing her to prioritize her painting work over all her duties as Crown Princess.

Of course, she had no intention of abandoning her obligations as a member of the royal family. 

Quick-handed as she was, she moved in spare moments like before and had already completed several works. 

Her style had changed slightly from when she was a court painter, and also from when she was a street artist.

“Or how about a portrait of a married couple entangled lewdly while looking down on Torre?”

Far from giving her a chance to answer or even collect her thoughts, Gabriele didn’t stop teasing her with words.

“Looking at the paintings you create, you seem to have a special talent for expl*cit s*xual depictions.”

“Hnngh!”

“Below too, you have a talent for, haah, driving a man crazy with how you squeeze. How did you do such refined work as a court painter with such debauched qualities?”

Thwap, thwap, thwap—with each thrust, the love juices sloshing at Rita’s opening flowed down her thighs to her ankles, to her toes. Soon the puddle of dripped liquid beneath where they stood gradually widened.

“Ahhh, I think I’m going to…!”

At the same time, the pleasure that had been growing and expanding its presence inside her suddenly exploded and swallowed Rita whole. She moaned once more at the climax brought by extreme excitement.

“Hahhh…!”

Her toes, lifted in the air, curled. The twinkling stars and lights in her vision mixed with the sensations exploding in her head and poured into her body. 

It spread through her limbs on the fierce beating of her heart, making her numb fingertips and toes tremble.

He said he could never get enough of possessing her body, but in truth, the more she joined bodies with him, the better it felt for her. 

When she spent the night with him, at the end she always lost consciousness in the brilliantly overwhelming pleasure, just like now.

“I love you, Rita.”

“…”

“I love you.”

At the sweet voice resonating low in her ear, Rita reached another small climax. She felt him press his gl*ns tightly against her cervix and ej*culate while embracing her without gaps. 

With the sensation of her inner walls convulsing at length, seemingly trying to swallow all the seed sprayed full inside her belly, she lost consciousness.

“…I love you.”

Gabriele looked at her, limp in his arms, with utmost affection. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t disappointed, but the intensely hot lovemaking had been satisfying enough.

He pulled his bride close and laid her properly on the bed. Seeing her white n*de form sprawled out, strength surged in his core again, but he was gradually becoming accustomed to restraining himself at such times.

For himself and for her, Gabriele pulled the soft blanket up over Rita’s chest. 

Her sleeping face looked angelic, yet the redness still lingering on both cheeks and around her tear-stained eyes also looked lewd. His deeply sunken violet eyes gazed down at that sight for a long while.

Thinking he should join bodies with her again as soon as dawn broke, he let his lovely bride sleep for now. 

When he placed his hand on her chest covered by the blanket and patted it, a fullness different from s*xual desire rose satisfyingly from below his solar plexus.

He loved what shone brightest in his eyes, and kept that beloved existence by his side. This was his happiness, and also the beginning of happy days that would continue for many years.

fin.