Chapter 12

Each time he pulled out and pushed back in, she felt her inner walls tightening and relaxing in rhythm. With every thrust, the slick fluids inside her spilled out, making lewd squelching sounds.

“Haaah, it feels… so good.”

“Does it?”

“Mmngh…”

Thoughts of the Duke, her job, and propriety—all of it vanished from her mind. In that moment, Amelie was consumed entirely by the man holding her, filling her, and sharing his warmth and pleasure with her.

“It feels so good, Kailo… haah!”

As she muttered his name with her tongue loosened, the massive, rigid length inside her thrust deeply, brushing against her most sensitive spot. A sudden burst of pleasure made her see stars, and she clung to him even tighter.

“Hnnngh, haah, Kailo, Kailo… ah, ah…!”

“Say it more. Call my name.”

“Haaah!”

“My name.”

Each time she called his name, it sent sparks through her mind, making her dizzy with pleasure. The sound of their joined bodies, the friction of their intimate connection, filled the room with wet, rhythmic noises.

Though her eyes were open, her gaze seemed far away. As long as her breath allowed, Amelie called his name over and over. But soon, her words dissolved into incoherent cries, her voice lost in the haze of pleasure. Only her moans and screams of ecstasy echoed in the room.

“Hnnngh!”

When she reached yet another peak, Amelie collapsed, falling into an exhausted sleep.

* * *

“Hngh… mmngh…”

“Move your hips more. Yes, just like that…”

Her body, perched atop his, moved languidly. Her disheveled golden hair cascaded down, brushing softly against his skin. Her pale hands roamed over his firm abdomen.

“Hnnngh, mm…”

“Show me your chest.”

At his command, Amelie hesitated before lifting the fabric of her undergarment slightly. The delicate pink material, adorned with tiny embroidered roses, pressed tightly against her full br*asts, the tips of which peeked out as if ready to burst free.

Kailo, his eyes heated with desire, reached out toward her.

“Ah, no! Don’t tear it…”

“Why not? Such a teasing little thing deserves to be ripped apart.”

Amelie looked on the verge of tears.

Beside the bed lay her pink panties, once part of a matching set, now torn to shreds. Kailo seemed to have a peculiar grudge against her lingerie, despite admiring how she looked in it.

Ever since their first night together, he had enjoyed dressing her in various undergarments, only to tear them apart in the heat of the moment. 

Of the dozens of delicate pieces she owned, more than half had ended up in the trash because of him. Each piece, painstakingly crafted by Nina’s skilled hands, was no match for Kailo’s strength, reduced to scraps with a single pull.

With another rip, yet another undergarment met its end.

Freed from its confines, her large, pale br*asts bounced into view. Kailo cupped them with both hands, his satisfaction evident.

“Haaah, mmngh…”

As his gentle yet firm grip stimulated her sensitive skin, a sweet moan escaped Amelie’s lips. Her movements slowed as she savored the sensation.

“You need to keep moving your hips.”

When he lightly smacked her bottom, she flinched before resuming her rhythm, swaying her hips softly.

The wet, squelching sounds between them grew louder.

“Ah, ah…”

Kailo looked up at the woman above him, her pink eyes clouded with pleasure as they wandered aimlessly. Each time he saw that dazed expression, his desire surged. He wanted her to look only at him, to fill her completely with his essence.

Perhaps sensing his arousal, Amelie hesitated, her movements faltering.

“Keep going, Amelie.”

“But…”

She whimpered, hesitating before resuming her motions. Then, she froze again, her body trembling as she arched her back.

“Hic, hnnngh…”

As something too large and firm was being inserted, an overwhelming sensation swept through her body with even the slightest movement. She trembled repeatedly, enduring countless small climaxes. For Amelie, continuing to move in this position felt like torture.

Though moving was difficult, the way her inner muscles clumsily tightened around him whenever she shifted, combined with the embarrassing amount of liquid flowing out, clearly revealed how much she was feeling. She felt ashamed of her helpless state.

“Ugh, sob… Kailo, Your Grace, please….”

“…Haa.”

Despite the sigh that escaped as if he couldn’t resist, a mischievous smile lingered on Kailo’s face as he held onto her waist.

“Please, what? You need to say it properly.”

“Ugh…”

“Say, ‘Please thrust harder into me.’”

Amelie tightly shut her eyes and shook her head. No matter what, she couldn’t bring herself to say such words.

“Hmm? My sweet Amelie.”

His tone shifted to something more suggestive. As his hands gently caressed her chest, coaxing her, her small lips parted.

“Please… thrust harder… ahh!”

But before she could finish her words, Kailo could no longer hold back and thrust his hips upward. 

With her pelvis firmly gripped, his movements from below made Amelie sway uncontrollably. Her thighs collided frantically, and her ample chest bounced violently up and down.

“Ah, ahh, haa!”

At some point, his upper body rose, and they embraced face-to-face as their union continued. Amelie’s full chest was pressed between their bodies.

“Your Grace, I… ahh!”

Her lips, which had been trembling almost incoherently, were interrupted when one of her n*pples was suddenly pinched. She arched her back with a gasp.

“Kailo.”

The man buried deeply inside her muttered indifferently. Amelie clung to his neck, lifting her body slightly as she spoke.

“K-Kailo. I really need to go now… ahh!”

As if to stop her from sneaking away, Kailo pulled her hips downward, causing her to collapse onto his chest with a tearful expression.

“Ahh.”

This position was too deep. The powerful and massive pressure inside her felt like it was pushing her organs upward, making her worry.

“It feels… strange…”

As if to reassure her, Kailo chuckled softly and bit her lips gently before laying her down. He then hooked one of her slender legs over his broad shoulder and resumed his thrusts.

“You mean to say you’re going to a lesson?”

“Ugh, ahh…”

“You’re planning to teach a child while filled to the brim with you lord’s seed, aren’t you?”

The shameful words turned Amelie’s face bright red.

Since she had started living at the Ducal residence, they hadn’t gone a single day without being intimate. 

Actually, “not a single day” didn’t even begin to describe it. Amelie could barely keep track of how the days passed or how Kailo managed his duties as a Duke.

She would lose herself in cries of pleasure beneath him, only to realize it was morning. After attending Ethan’s lessons, she would return to find the Duke waiting to embrace her again.

Sometimes, she even gave lesson reports while still in bed. Though, by the end, everything would be a mess of fluids and moans.

After regaining her senses much later, it would already be evening. She would barely manage to prepare for her next lesson before passing out, only to wake up to another morning. This cycle repeated for days.

She thought it was excessive, but she couldn’t escape it. Her body craved the pleasure, and even if she wanted to stop, Kailo wouldn’t allow it.

His ability to calculate her stamina and remaining hours in the day to maximize her pleasure and leave her unconscious was almost impressive.

“I’ll fill you up with seed, so make sure to hold it in during your lesson. You wouldn’t want it leaking in front of the child.”

“Ahh, ugh…!”

With a pillow placed under her hips, he thrust himself right below her womb and released.

When he withdrew, just as he said, the sheer amount of seed remained pooled inside her trembling body.

“Don’t let it spill.”

He carefully scooped up the bit that had trickled out and pushed it back inside with his fingers, planting light kisses along her quivering body.

“Take care, Amelie.”

After he left, Amelie let out a soft sigh.

Though his words about holding his seed during her lesson were humiliating, she knew he wasn’t serious. He never checked to see if she actually did.

It was just… she hadn’t known he could be this kind of person, which left her flustered.

A while later, she stepped into the bathroom and turned on the warm water to wash herself.

As she stood up and walked, just as he said, the thick liquid trickled down her thighs. Sitting in the tub, she inserted her fingers to scoop out the clumps of seed, which slid out with even the slightest movement.

“Ahh…”

It was embarrassing, but if she didn’t clean herself thoroughly, her underwear would undoubtedly be soaked during her lesson.

“Is this really okay?”

Amelie let out a deep sigh. Moments later, after washing herself in the steaming water, she got dressed and stepped outside.